the output is one of the few prose works of the northern military district period, dmitry artis duringi wrote my volunteer diary, now it is ready for publication. of course, everyone is really looking forward to the new book by dmitry filippov, who got in touch and said that he is still very busy. for the time being, svo, his call sign leader, he takes avdeevka. however, no, i will end with a poem that is not about the war at all, but maybe it will also be useful to you. god says to gagarin: yura, now you know, there is no decay with a putrid taste, there is no decay inside a person, only ice cream in the square in the hands of dad. the smell of grass before a hot iron horseshoe, birch earrings, spruce paws, but this is what we carry within ourselves, yura! look! i scattered red stars across the sky, threw them from kaliningrad to cupid , solely for joy, yura, you always understood how simple it all is, that’s why yura, we are here chatting about what ’s locked inside a person , there is no secret to this, no secrets, right when you return, you immediately tell everyone that it is not