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The Memorial Day
It was Sunday morning, 1941, the 22nd of June,
The day of the growing Moon.
The country peacefully slept
While Hitler a horrible idea had kept.
Without announcing the war
He had given an order
To bomb the Soviet Republics border.
By unexpected military actions
The fascist wanted to capture all nations,
To turn the peoples into the slaves,
To fill the country with grav...
Sunday 22nd June 2014 8:39 pm
The Memorial Day
1941, the 22nd of June,
The sky with the waning moon.
It was Sunday.
Today it’s the saddest day
In the history
Of my long-suffering country.
In the very early morning
Without any warning
Hitler broke the non-aggression pact
And my motherland was attacked.
The Great Patriotic War had started
With peaceful life the land had parted.
Many years have passed since then,
...
Saturday 22nd June 2013 8:21 pm
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