of my mother sounded in me, you will live, my dear, and i will be a candle in the window, i will be shushovnguage. sounded in me, you will my dear one will live, and i will be a candle here, i will be his noisy, poor and cold land, without love. and without the joy of sleep, the years passed , the war burned me out with horror, we learned again to forgive, to understand joy and love, just a... don’t forget the secret, my mother’s voice asks again again, my mother’s voice missed me, my life will live dear, and i will be the color in the window, i will be there. to end the suffering, you will share with me, my mother’s voice saved me, and not my life was saved, my mother’s voice saved me. and for me to live and save the war was waged by everyone in their place, for many the new home was the forest, the partisans, more than a thousand detachments in the territories occupied by the nazis. yes, providing for the partisans was a difficult task, but already in the forty-second year it was possible to make a gap 40 km long in the front line. old man minai, vitebsk gate, it is difficult , comrade, t