december 26, 1942, 3 weeks before his death, junior lieutenant mikhail kulchitsky wrote the last poemhat bullets in a helmet are safer than drops, horsemen rush by with the whistling sound of spinning chants. i used to think, lieutenant, it sounds like this, pour it for us, and knows the topography, he stomps on gravel, war is not fireworks at all, but simply difficult work, when the infantry, black from sweat, slides upward through the plowed land, marching, and looking for clay in a champ, stomping , to the marrow of the bones of his frozen feet, he is wrapped in boots, weighing... he took part in the brusilov breakthrough, in 1914 year he was awarded the order of st. stanislaus of the third degree, in the sixteenth year the order of st. stanislaus of the second degree. he was twice personally presented to the sovereign for his unparalleled courage. the father of the soviet poet, cavalry captain of the tsarist army, author of the cult book, the code of honor of the russian officer, which is still being republished, is a kind of bible of the russian military. he really hid his nobili