Son of artilleryman:

Major Deev
Comrade - Major Petrov,
Were friends with civilian
From the twenties.
White shirt together
Checkers on the race
Together then served
In the artillery shelf.

And Major Petrova
There was a langet, a favorite son,
Without mother, with barracks,
Ros boy one.
And if Petrov in departure -
Happened instead of father
Friend remained
For this, the tutor.

Calls lamentage deev:
- Well, let's go for a walk:
Son of artillerysta
It's time to get used to the horse! -
With Lenka together go
In trot, and then in the quarry.
It happened, Lenka will save,
Borrow will not be able to barrier,
It will fall and want.
- Clear, still Malets! -

Deev will raise him
As if the second father.
Sit back to the horse:
- Learn, brother, barriers to take!

Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

She passed two or three years,
And on the sides took
Deev and Petrov
Military craft.
Left deyev north
And even the address forgot.
To see - it would be great!
And he did not love letters.
But because it should be
That he did not wait for children
About Lenka with some sadness
Often he remembered.

Ten years flew flew.
Silence ended
Thunder Zagozhotala
Over homeland war.
Deev fought in the north;
In the polar wilderness
Sometimes for newspapers
I was looking for friends.

Once I found Petrov:
"So, alive and well!"
In the newspaper it was praised,
Peter fought in the south.
Then, coming from the south,
Someone told him
What Petrov, Nikolai Egorch,
Heroic died in the Crimea.
Deev took out the newspaper,
Asked: "What is the number?" -
And with sadness realized that the mail
This was too long ...

And soon in one of the cloudy
Northern evenings
To the Deev in the regiment appointed
Lieutenant Petrov was.
Deev sitting over map
With two ingun candles.
Entered high military
Kosy southeng in the shoulders.
In the first two minutes
Major did not recognize him.
Only bass lieutenant
About something reminded.
- Well, turn to the light, -
And the candle to it raised.
All the same children's lips,
The same smoky nose.
And that mustache - so it's
Shab! - And the whole conversation.
- Lenka? - So exactly, Lenka,
He is the most comrade major!

- So graduated from school,
We will serve together.
Sorry to such happiness
Father did not have to live.
Lazy shine in the eyes
Unborn tear.
He creaks his teeth, silently
Owker sleeve eyes.
And again I had to Major,
As in childhood, he says:
- Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

And in two weeks
Walked in the rocks a hard fight,
To help everyone, must
Someone risk yourself.
Major to himself caused Lenka,
Looked at him in the emphasis.
- According to your ordison
Appeared, Comrade Major.
- Well, well, what appeared.
Leave the documents to me.
Go one, without a radar,
Radium on the back.
And through the front, on the rocks,
At night in German rear
Walk through such a path,
Where no one went.
You will be from there on the radio
Perform batteries.
Clear? - So exactly, clear.
- Well, go soon.
No, wait a little .-
Major got up for a second,
As in childhood, two hands
Lenka pressed: -
You go to such a case
What is hard to come back.
As a commander, you i
You are not happy to send there.
But as a father ... answer me:
Father I'm not me?
- Father, "Lenka told him
And hugged him in response.

So, like father, once came out
To fight for life and death
Father my duty and right
My son risks
Before others I have to
Son forward send.
Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.
- Understand me? - Everything understood.
Allow me to go? - Go! -
Major stayed in the dugout,
Shells rushed ahead.
Somewhere threatened and terrified.
Major followed the clock.
A hundred times he was lighter
If he had walked himself.
Twelve ... now, probably
He passed through posts.
Hour ... Now he got
To the foot of the height.
Two ... he now must be
Crawling on the ridge.
Three ... Hurry to
He did not find dawn.
Deev went out to the air -
How brightly shines the moon,
Could not wait until tomorrow
Cursed be she!

All night, walking like a pendulum,
Eye Major did not wash
While on the radio in the morning
Came the first signal:
- Everything is fine, got.
Germans left me
Coordinates of three, ten,
Mostly let's fire! -
The guns charged,
Major calculated everything himself
And with the roar of the first vololates
Hit the mountains.
And again the signal on the radio:
- Germans right me
Coordinates five, ten,
Rather, the fire!

Earth and rocks flew,
The post climbed smoke
It seemed now from there
No one will go alive.
The third signal on the radio:
- Germans around me
Bates four, ten,
Do not spare fire!

Major turned pale, having heard:
Four ten - just
That place where his lamentage
Must sit now.
But without submitting
Forgetting that he was a father,
Major continued to command
With a quiet face:
"Fire!" Shells flew.
"Fire!" - Charge soon!
Square four, ten
Bened six batteries.
The radio was silently,
Then came the signal:
- silent: stunned by an explosion.
Beit, as I said.
I believe my shells
Can't touch me.
Germans run, press,
Give the sea of \u200b\u200bfire!

And on the command paragraph
Taking the last signal,
Major in the flagged radio
Without sustaining, shouted:
- You hear me, I believe:
The death of such not to take.
Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
No one in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

Infantry went to the attack -
By noon there was a clean
From fleeing Germans
Rocky height.
Everywhere broke the corpses,
Wounded but alive
Was found in Lenka Gorge
With lugged head.
When we broke the bandage
That he has fallen
Major looked at Lenka
And suddenly he did not recognize him:
He was as if the former
Calm and young
All the same eyes of the boy
But only ... completely gray.

He hugged the major before
What to leave in the hospital:
- Hold on, father: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Now Lenka was ...

That's what story
About glorious these cases
On the Peninsula Middle
I was telling me.
And at the top, above the mountains,
I still sailed the moon,
Close bangs
War continued.
Cracked the phone, and, worried,
The commander for dugout went,
And someone just like Lenka,
She walked to the Germans today in the rear.

Song from k / f "Officers"
Words Leonid Agranovich.
MUZ. Rafail Khozaka
Span. Vladimir Zlatoustovsky

From the book of D. Orberg "June-December forty first":

Although there is not enough materials in this room about the Moscow battle, it is still impossible to call it sulfur. Our writers are widely represented - Ilya Erenburg, Fedor Panferov, Konstantin Simonov ... Simonov just returned from the Northern Front. In the evening we met. He began to talk about what he saw there, about the experience, but suddenly it interrupted this his story:

Do you want to read you poems? ..

I did not have time to answer - he has already grabbed a pack of keen leaves and started reading. Loudly, as if before a large audience. It was the poem "Son of Artillerysta." After listening to everything to the end, I silently selected the manuscript from him and wrote on the corner of the first page: "In the room". Simonov was delighted, even his eyes were slain. I was glad - I have not had poems Simonov for a long time .....

Son of artillerysta

Until deep night, our conversation was delayed. A lot of curious told me Simonov about his two-month stay in the north, but I learned even more later from his diaries that were stored in my safe. Here, probably, a small clarification is required. During the war, the entire personal composition of the army was forbidden to conduct diaries. Reasons are understandable. I understood them and I and Simonov. But the writer, obviously, can not do without any records of his impressions, observations. Once Simonov brought me a whole bundle of such records. I read them, I liked them. Most of all - for the honesty of judgment, for frankness. For all the rules of military discipline, I would have to punish it for a violation of the ban and take the diaries. I also selected them, but ... at the petition of Simonov himself. He asked me to keep them "under the rights of secret documents"; This, they say, will be safer for him, and for diaries. I hid them in my safe, and since then, on returning from each of my business trip, Simonov brought me new and new records, and I folded them in a safe next to the previous one.

They were published only in the 70s in the form of a two-volume century under the general name "different days of war". On the instance of this two-volume presented to me, the author made such an inscription: "David Orterberg - the first Lord Keeper of these not printer's diaries then - with love and friendship. Your Kostya "...

* * *

And now I will return to what it was interrupted.

Deep night on December 7, 1941. All hassles with the next newspaper number are over. We are about to bring a signal copy from the typography. I wait for him as a duty. And Simonov, of course, because in this room there is his poem ...

* * *

So, in the newspaper of December 7 published the poem Simonov "Son of Artillerysta". She took almost half of the strip. We were infrequently visible so generous for poets. I remember, just another poem took two basements in the "Red Star" - this is "Maria" Valentina Kataeva.

Simonov himself did not overestimate the artistic advantages of the poem. Even wondered why she was after the war one of his most popular works, especially among schoolchildren. "The Son of Artilleryman" included in school textbooks, and the flow of letters hurried to Simonov. Most of them were asked: Lie Lenka was alive - the main hero of ballads? After many years later, Simonov found Lenka, found out that he still serves in artillery, already in the rank of lieutenant colonel.

I note, by the way, in subsequent editions of the poem, the author excluded the rows:

With a candle in the dugout
That night we raised a toast
For those who did not flow into battle,
Who is courageous and simple.
For this story
Was a happy end
For the survived lamentage,
So that they were proud of the Father,
For fighters who defended
Borders of their country
For fathers raising
Decent sons!

So it was that evening, in the dugout on the peninsula on average, where the commander of the artillery regiment told Simonov this story; There, then they raised the charm for the "happy end."

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Simonon Konstantin
Son of artillerysta

Konstantin Simonov

Son of artillerysta

Major Deva comrade - Major Petrov, was friends with a civilian, who was still from the twenties, together with white checkers on the race, together then served in the artillery regiment.

And Major Petrova had a langet, a favorite son, without a mother, under the barracks, the boy was grew. And if Petrov in departure, it happened, instead of the Father, his friend remained for this.

It will cause Lenka deyev: - Well, let's go to walk: the son of the artilleryman is time to the horse to get used to the horse! With Lenka, together go in trot, and then in the quarry. It happened, Lenka will save, it will not be able to take a barrier, falls and zakny.

- Clear, still Malets! Deev will raise him like the second father.

Sit back to the horse: - Learn, brother, barriers to take! Hold on, my boy: in the light two times not to die.

Two or three goals passed, and Military craft was taken to the parties.

Deev went north and even forgot the address. To see - it would be great! And he did not love letters.

But because it should be that he didn't wait for children himself, he often remembered with some sadness.

Ten years flew flew. Silence ended, stumbled over the war thunder over his homeland.

Deev fought in the north; In the polar wilderness, it was sometimes searched for the names of friends.

Once I found Petrov: "So it is alive and healthy!" He was praised in the newspaper, Petrov fought in the south.

Then, having arrived from the south, someone told him that Petrov, Nikolai Egorch, heroic died in the Crimea.

Deev took out the newspaper, asked: "What is the number?" And with sadness realized that the mail here was too long ...

And soon, Lieutenant Petrov was appointed in one of the cloudy northern evenings to Deev in the regiment.

Deev was sitting above the map at two condensed candles. He entered a high military, oblique sage in the shoulders.

In the first two minutes, Major did not recognize him. Only bass lieutenant about something reminded.

- Well, turn to the light, and the candle to it brought it. All the same children's lips, the same smoky nose.

And that the mustache - so after all it is to shave! - And the whole conversation. - Lenka? - So exactly, Lenka, he is the most, Comrade Major!

"So graduated from school, we will serve together." It is a pity, to such happiness, the father did not have to live.

Lazy in the eyes flashed a non-crumbling tear. When he creaks his teeth, silently silently slew my eyes.

And again the Major was, as in childhood, to tell him: - Hold on, my boy: in the light two times not to die.

Nothing in life can knock out from the saddle! Such a saying for Major was.

And in two weeks there was a hard fight in the rocks, to help everyone, owes someone to risk themselves.

Major brought to himself Lenka, looked at him in the emphasis. - In your ordisoner came, comrade Major.

- Well, well, what appeared. Leave the documents to me. You will go alone, without a radar, the radios on the back.

And through the front, along the rocks, at night in the German rear will pass through such a path where no one went.

You will be from there on the radio to fire the batteries. Clear? - So accurately, clear. - Well, go soon.

No, wait a little. Moor was standing for a second, as in childhood, she pressed his lamentage to himself.

- You go to such a case that it is difficult to come back. As a commander, I am not happy to send you there.

But as a father ... Answer me: Father, I'm not me? "Father," Lenka told him and hugged him back.

"So, as a father, once it happened to life and death to fight, fatherly my duty and the right of his son to risk."

Previously, others I have to send my son ahead. Hold on, my boy: in the light two times not to die.

Nothing in life can knock out from the saddle! Such a saying for Major was.

- Understood me? - Got it. Allow me to go? - Go! Major remained in the dugout, the shells rushed ahead.

Somewhere threatened and terrified. Major followed the clock. It was a hundred times it was easier if he was he himself.

Twelve ... Now, probably, he passed through posts. Hour ... Now he got to the foot of height.

Two ... He now must be crawling on the ridge. Three ... Hurry to do not find dawn.

Deev went out to the air as the moon shines brightly, could not wait until tomorrow, damn it!

All night, walking like a pendulum, Eye Major was not closed while on the radio in the morning came the first signal:

- Everything is fine, got. Germans left me, the coordinates of three, ten, soon let's fire!

The guns charged, the Major calculated everything himself, and with the roar, the first salts hit the mountains.

And again the signal on the radio: - the Germans of the right of me, the coordinates of five, ten, rather a fire!

Earth and rocks flew, the post climbed smoke, it seemed that now, no one will leave alive.

The third signal on the radio: - Germans around me, beat four, ten, do not spare fire!

Major turned pale, having heard: four, ten - just that place where his lagnure should sit now.

But, without siping, forgetting that he was a father, the Major continued to command with a calm person:

"The fire!" - shells flew. "The fire!" - Charge soon! Squared four, ten beat six batteries.

Radio an hour was silent, then the signal came: - silent: he stunned by an explosion, Bates, as I said.

I believe my shells can not touch me. The Germans run, click, give a sea of \u200b\u200bfire!

And at the command paragraph, by accepting the last signal, Major in the flagged radio, not suppressing, shouted:

"You hear me, I believe, the death of such not to take." Hold on, my boy: in the light two times not to die.

Nothing in life can knock out from the saddle! Such a saying for Major was.

The attack went the infantry to the noon was clear from the rocky height fleezing Germans.

The corpses were lying through everywhere, wounded, but alive was found in Lenka Gorge with a bangbed head.

When they sprinkled the bandage that he had fallen, Major looked at Lenka and suddenly he did not recognize him.

He was as if the former, calm and young, all the same eyes of the boy, but only ... quite gray.

He hugged the major before in the hospital to leave: - Hold on, father: not to die twice twice.

Nothing in life can knock out from the saddle! Such a saying now the lamentage was ...

That's what the story about the glorious these things on the peninsula told me was.

And at the top, above the mountains, the moon was also sailed, the explosions were closed close, the war continued.

I cracked the phone, and, worried, the commander on the dugout went, and someone just like Lenka, went to the Germans today in the rear.

"Son of Artilleryman" Konstantin Simonov

Major Deev
Comrade - Major Petrov,
Were friends with civilian
From the twenties.
White shirt together
Checkers on the race
Together then served
In the artillery regiment.

And Major Petrova
There was a langet, a favorite son,
Without mother, with barracks,
Ros boy one.
And if Petrov in departure -
Happened instead of father
Friend remained
For this, the tutor.

Calls lamentage deev:
- Well, let's go for a walk:
Son of artillerysta
It's time to get used to the horse! -
With Lenka together go
In trot, and then in the quarry.
It happened, Lenka will save,
Borrow will not be able to barrier,
It will fall and want.
- Clear, still Malets! -

Deev will raise him
As if the second father.
Sit back to the horse:
- Learn, brother, barriers to take!

Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

She passed two or three years,
And on the sides took
Deev and Petrov
Military craft.
Left deyev north
And even the address forgot.
To see - it would be great!
And he did not love letters.
But because it should be
That he did not wait for children
About Lenka with some sadness
Often he remembered.

Ten years flew flew.
Silence ended
Thunder Zagozhotala
Over homeland war.
Deev fought in the north;
In the polar wilderness
Sometimes on newspapers
I was looking for friends.
Once I found Petrov:
"So, alive and well!"
In the newspaper it was praised,
Peter fought in the south.
Then, coming from the south,
Someone told him
What Petrov, Nikolai Egorch,
Heroic died in the Crimea.
Deev took out the newspaper,
Asked: "What is the number?" -
And with sadness realized that the mail
This was too long ...

And soon in one of the cloudy
Northern evenings
To the Deev in the regiment appointed
Lieutenant Petrov was.
Deev sitting over map
With two ingun candles.
Entered high military
Kosy southeng in the shoulders.
In the first two minutes
Major did not recognize him.
Only bass lieutenant
About something reminded.
- Well, turn to the light, -
And the candle to it raised.
All the same children's lips,
The same smoky nose.
And that mustache - so it's
Shab! - And the whole conversation.
- Lenka? - So exactly, Lenka,
He is the most comrade major!

So graduated from school,
We will serve together.
Sorry to such happiness
Father did not have to live.
Lazy shine in the eyes
Unborn tear.
He creaks his teeth, silently
Owker sleeve eyes.
And again I had to Major,
As in childhood, he says:
- Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

And in two weeks
Walked in the rocks a hard fight,
To help everyone, must
Someone risk yourself.
Major to himself caused Lenka,
Looked at him in the emphasis.
- According to your ordison
Appeared, Comrade Major.
- Well, well, what appeared.
Leave the documents to me.
Go one, without a radar,
Radium on the back.
And through the front, on the rocks,
At night in German rear
Walk through such a path,
Where no one went.
You will be from there on the radio
Perform batteries.
Clear? - So exactly, clear.
- Well, go soon.
No, wait a little .-
Major got up for a second,
As in childhood, two hands
Lenka pressed: -
You go to such a case
What is hard to come back.
As a commander, you i
You are not happy to send there.
But as a father ... answer me:
Father I'm not me?
- Father, "Lenka told him
And hugged him in response.

So, like father, once came out
To fight for life and death
Father my duty and right
My son risks
Before others I have to
Son forward send.
Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.
- Understand me? - Everything understood.
Allow me to go? - Go! -
Major stayed in the dugout,
Shells rushed ahead.
Somewhere threatened and terrified.
Major followed the clock.
A hundred times he was lighter
If he had walked himself.
Twelve ... now, probably
He passed through posts.
Hour ... Now he got
To the foot of the height.
Two ... he now must be
Crawling on the ridge.
Three ... Hurry to
He did not find dawn.
Deev went out to the air -
How brightly shines the moon,
Could not wait until tomorrow
Cursed be she!

All night, walking like a pendulum,
Eye Major did not wash
While on the radio in the morning
Came the first signal:
- Everything is fine, got.
Germans left me
Coordinates of three, ten,
Mostly let's fire! -
The guns charged,
Major calculated everything himself
And with the roar of the first vololates
Hit the mountains.
And again the signal on the radio:
- Germans right me
Coordinates five, ten,
Rather, the fire!

Earth and rocks flew,
The post climbed smoke
It seemed now from there
No one will go alive.
The third signal on the radio:
- Germans around me
Bates four, ten,
Do not spare fire!

Major turned pale, having heard:
Four ten - just
That place where his lamentage
Must sit now.
But without submitting
Forgetting that he was a father,
Major continued to command
With a quiet face:
"Fire!" Shells flew.
"Fire!" - Charge soon!
Square four, ten
Bened six batteries.
The radio was silently,
Then came the signal:
- silent: stunned by an explosion.
Beit, as I said.
I believe my shells
Can't touch me.
Germans run, press,
Give the sea of \u200b\u200bfire!

And on the command paragraph
Taking the last signal,
Major in the flagged radio
Without sustaining, shouted:
- You hear me, I believe:
The death of such not to take.
Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
No one in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

Infantry went to the attack -
By noon there was a clean
From fleeing Germans
Rocky height.
Everywhere broke the corpses,
Wounded but alive
Was found in Lenka Gorge
With lugged head.
When we broke the bandage
That he has fallen
Major looked at Lenka
And suddenly he did not recognize him:
He was as if the former
Calm and young
All the same eyes of the boy
But only ... completely gray.

He hugged the major before
What to leave in the hospital:
- Hold on, father: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Knock out from the saddle! -
Such a saying
Now Lenka was ...

That's what story
About glorious these cases
On the Peninsula Middle
I was telling me.
And at the top, above the mountains,
I still sailed the moon,
Close bangs
War continued.
Cracked the phone, and, worried,
The commander for dugout went,
And someone just like Lenka,
She walked to the Germans today in the rear.

Analysis of the poem Simonova "Son of Artilleryman"

Many military time poets were prepared by fate to become front-line correspondents. "With" watering "and notepad" passed from Chalchin-goal to Germany and Konstantin Simonov, who was destined to become not only a wonderful publicist, but therefore. Literature at that time was attached great importance, because during the war it was an integral part of the propaganda machine of the USSR. Nevertheless, even in conditions of hard censorship, Simonov managed to create real masterpieces, in which artistic and ideological components were organically rushing.

The first months of the Great Patriotic War sowed a real panic in the ranks of Soviet soldiers. Already today, when accessing archival documents of those times is available, it becomes clear that the Soviet soldiers have been praised by the morale of Soviet soldiers, and at first there were much more on the battlefields of the battlefields than those killed. It was for this reason that Stalin was published a famous decree on the execution on the place of everyone who would try to flee during the battle. Well, and poets with such a phenomenon, like a desertion, fought with poems, praising the feat of those soldiers who were ready to give their lives for the sake of victory.

In 1941, Konstantin Simonov published the Poem "Son of Artillerysta", which was created on a government order in order to raise the military spirit of servicemen. Nevertheless, the work of two front-line officers, who passed the civil war and decided to associate their lives with the army together. One of the combat comrades grown up the son, who rightly believed that he had no one, but as many as two fathers. The fate scattered combat friends in various garrisons, and they met the Great Patriotic War for a thousand kilometers from each other. Soon one of the combat comrades died, and his friend was lucky to meet his son Lenka, who turned into a brave soldier from the ruin. And it was his experienced officer who sent the right death, since he could risk the life of his son, but there is no life of any other soldier.

The task that Lenka was entrusted was quite difficult, and all night "Stepping, like a pendulum, Eye Major was not closed." However, even the brave warriors did not stand the nerves when his named son caused fire on himself. "No one can knock out us in life from the saddle," Major repeated his favorite saying, not suspecting that he would soon hear the same words from his ward. Lenka survived, although he has changed beyond recognition. "All the same eyes of a boy, but only ... quite gray," this was how Konstantin Simonov described the hero. This story was told by one of the eyewitnesses of events, once again confirming that even 18-year-old boys can be real warriors, able to withstand the enemy even at the cost of their own life.

For primary school. Ballada about the hero of the Great Patriotic War.

The poem is based on one of the many episodes of the Great Patriotic War on the Middle Peninsula. In July 1941, the commander of the suspension of topographic intelligence, Lieutenant Ivan Alekseevich Loskutov (in the poem he - Lyong Petrov), together with two scouts, on one of the heights in the German rear, corrected the fire of his batteries. When the Germans surrounded the height from all sides, the scouts caused fire on themselves ...

Konstantin Mikhailovich Simonov

Son of artillerysta

Major Deev
Comrade - Major Petrov,
Were friends with civilian
More than twenties.
White shirt together
Checkers on the race
Together then served
In the artillery shelf.

And Major Petrova
There was Lyanka, my favorite son,
Without mother, with barracks,
Ros boy one.
And if Petrov in departure -
Happened instead of father
Friend remained
For this, the tutor.

Calls Deev Lyanka:
- Well, let's go for a walk:
Son of artillerysta
It's time to get used to the horse! -
With Lönka will go together
In trot, and then in the quarry.
Happened, Lyanka will save,
Borrow will not be able to barrier,
It will fall and want.
- Clear, still Malets! -
Deev will raise him
As if the second father,
Sit back to the horse:
- Learn, brother, barriers to take!

Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Check out of the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

Two or three years have passed,
And on the sides took
Deev and Petrov
Military craft.
Left deyev north
And even the address forgot.
To see - it would be great!
And he did not love letters.
But because it should be
That he did not wait for children
About Loney with some sadness
Often he remembered.

Ten years flew flew.
Silence ended
Thunder Zagozhotala
Over homeland war.
Deev fought in the north;
In the polar wilderness
Sometimes for newspapers
I was looking for friends.
Once I found Petrov:
"So, alive and healthy!"
In the newspaper it was praised,
Peter fought in the south.
Then, coming from the south,
Someone told him
What Petrov, Nikolai Egorch,
Heroic died in the Crimea.
Deev took out the newspaper,
Asked: "What is the number?" -
And with sadness realized that the mail
This was too long ...

And soon in one of the cloudy
Northern evenings
To the Deev in the regiment appointed
Lieutenant Petrov was.
Deev sitting over map
With two ingun candles.
High military entered,
Kosy southeng in the shoulders.
In the first two minutes
Major did not recognize him.
Only bass lieutenant
About something reminded.
- Well, turn to the light, -
And the candle to it got.
All the same children's lips,
The same smoky nose.
And that mustache - so it's
Shave! - And the whole conversation.
- Lyanka? - So accurately, Lyanka,
He is the most comrade major!

So graduated from school,
We will serve together.
Sorry to such happiness
Father did not have to live. -
Lönki flashed in the eyes
Unborn tear.
He creaks his teeth, silently
Sleeve with a sleeve.
And again I had to Major,
As in childhood, he says:
- Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Check out of the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.

And in two weeks
Walked in the rocks a heavy fight,
To help everyone, must
Someone risk yourself.
Major brought to himself Lyanka,
Looked at him in the emphasis.
- According to your ordison
Appeared, Comrade Major.
- Well, well, what appeared.
Leave the documents to me.
Go one, without a radar,
Radium on the back.
And through the front, on the rocks,
At night in German rear
Walk through such a path,
Where no one went.
You will be from there on the radio
Perform batteries.
Clear? - So accurately, clear.
- Well, go soon.
No, wait a little. -
Major got up for a second,
As in childhood, two hands
Lyanka pressed to himself. -
Going to such a case
What is hard to come back.
As a commander, you i
You are not happy to send there.
But as a father ... answer me:
Father I'm not me?
- Father, - Lyonga said him
And hugged him in response.

So, like father, once came out
To fight for life and death
Father my duty and right
My son risks
Before others I have to
Son forward to send.
Hold on, my boy: in the world
Two times not to die.
Nothing in life can
Check out of the saddle! -
Such a saying
Major was.
- Understood me? - Got it.
Allow me to go? - Go! -
Major stayed in the dugout,
Shells rushed ahead.
Somewhere threatened and terrified.
Major followed the clock.
A hundred times he was lighter
If he walked himself.
Twelve ... now, probably
He passed through posts.
Hour ... Now he got
To the foot of the height.
Two ... he now must be
Crawling to the ridge.
Three ... Hurry to
He did not find dawn.
Deev went out to the air -
How brightly shines the moon,
Could not wait until tomorrow
Cursed be she!

All night, walking like a pendulum,
Eye Major did not wash
While on the radio in the morning
Done first signal:
- Everything is fine, got.
Germans left me
Coordinates of three, ten.
Mostly let's fire! -
The guns charged.
Major calculated everything himself
And with the roof the first volleys
Hit the mountains.
And again the signal on the radio:
- Germans right me
Coordinates five, ten,
Rather, the fire!

Earth and rocks flew,
The post climbed smoke
It seemed now from there
No one will go alive.
The third signal on the radio:
- Germans around me
Bates four, ten,
Do not spare fire!

Major turned pale, having heard:
Four ten - just
That place where his Lyanka
Must sit now.
But without submitting
Forgetting that he was a father,
Major continued to command
With a quiet face:
"The fire!" - shells flew.
"The fire!" - Charge soon!
Square four, ten
Bened six batteries.
The radio was silently,
Then there was a signal:
- silent: stunned by an explosion.
Beit, as I said.
I believe my shells
Can't touch me.
Germans run, press,
Give the sea of \u200b\u200bfire!