[000:00:00;00] so i praise you, save your glory and politely warn you. allow me if you bend me into an arc, then this arc will surely be a volt . i dreamed of a wonderful bazaar under the sky in a clean field for different people, for the generous and the

miser. sin, and some paid for millions, some paid with their happiness , some paid with their conscience, some with golden saturdays, and

some are really dubious , terrible words when they are silent, when they are suddenly lurking, when you don't know what they are going to say, all the words were already sewn, here they are cried tormented fields from them began and not between and finished people billions and billions of words and you have to say them for the first time everything was repeated and beauty and monsters the pattern of asphalt and aphids poetry is always unique some

immortal touch to the soul daughter-in-law when i will even be a force my life will go misty and for you i will be beautiful and for someone maybe not at all and for someone evil stubborn and for someone else a witch blanket

by the way if frankly it was nuclear and kind to me with practices and the irony in me hurt 7 elbows and galaxies and did not know bourgeois a goat when i choked on disaster that my soul between rages came out cemented with white laughter and in life it was like a minefield i asked in this century for at least the shop minimum people to be mutually polite if i were on the subject of will i would write i would teach courses everywhere so much

grief in the world people, be mutually beautiful and the truth is that winged soil does not need land, then there will be sky if there is no field, then there will be no steam, then there will be clouds in this, for sure , the truth is a bird. has they did not blow these wings into feathers, but really virtues and trust, some from eternity in love, some from eternal passion, some from sincerity to work, some from generosity for care, some from

song or from hope or from poetry or from a dream as if a person does not fly, but has wings, there are some letters and send them on time, when they are waiting for a distant addressee, when there is time, when there is no time, and when there are even days, i ask you to write , write about the fact that your fifi is healthy, tell me why you are so silent, why are you healthy all through years and sadness, maybe i

will come to you tomorrow and i have more than one in my kitchen somewhere i didn’t sit anywhere fortune-tellers and mixtures of fortunes flocked to buyers, fortunes filled themselves with me, and only one turned away, i looked at her , they beat her, an honest soul called her eyes, you still won’t take me, she said, not willingly, but maybe i’ll take you for this one, she said, she’s strict for

me you have to pay with your life and i will bring you grief and horror and blood and death and feel the clatter of a predator hordes a little gray man is the bed of black trouble this is a beast of a disgusting breed lochnes of the cold neva where do you look at the race today we are and tomorrow you are probably still humanity very young because no matter how much we bend our fingers, it's the 20th year, and still there are still neanderthals here and there, you'll see how it helps. a double-bulging lens seems like people. everything about them is human, but

the soul or the old man has not come off. my first poem was written in a trench on the ground that was full of explosions. when the earth lost the stars in the horoscope, my childhood was killed in the war , the world is a fiery zorya.

in close proximity, who is the first pain in those unchildish impressions that he left on the heart as indescribable, you cannot say in poems whether now my soul will become the soul of words as the sea jumps and the memory is like a compartment on the forehead, my first poem was written in a trench, it was printed simply on the ground and only anger it happens. it's brilliant. lord, save me from kindness. the world is such an anvil that you have to have nerves like wires, but

my nerves are mine. oh, don't tear my strings. ideas, woman, so many, woman, dark-skinned, golden, the cello brought passion to the body with cradles and gentleness at night, who pulled such crazy strings on this such a brook of the cello that its case, all the coffins in turn are tattooed for the music of the nights, something like this tells me to whiten my legs to the hundredth knee,

something it hurts me so much that this is what it is. probably ukraine, love, dear enemies. i have to learn to sympathize with you. if there were less of you around, a person could get hit with a slap. i like your excitement, i divide you into types and ranks. you are my diary, my routine, my training, my dumbbells

horizontal bars and barbells , sports form, a good feeling , it is a tedious task to live without battles, a person mourns his heart from a peaceful life and loses his waist. if you bend me into an arc, then this arc will surely be a voltaic so who are you, what is your name , is poetry worth such a price, my native sister, and the truth is our human mother, i accepted it as a law and

a great miracle happened, the night passed and ended dream and fate is left to me, i chose the same one and that will not happen to me, i have no complaints, my fate, i am the chosen one, in this year the cars are out of order, we saw how ordinary people become extraordinary heroes, how

the hells of battle are born, new ukraine, ukraine , which is protected by you, our relatives friends , neighbors and colleagues, you were not always military, but you were always ukrainians, you are our pride and our hope, this year we survived thanks to you , a year of indomitability, together to victory, a smile , a look, acquaintance, the first flowers, and silly jokes in my head i scroll again these minutes, hours and days we haven't met you for a long time, we learned to read thoughts, how i just want to hug in these minutes, hours and days, i

just want to say i love the whole universe - you are my son, daughter, mother, hug me i love and therefore, in the war, the project of kateryna osadchai to search for the missing, to find their own today at 9:15 p.m., the stories of families who were divided by a full-scale war, their houses were destroyed by enemy shells, no one was found, so the families

still have hope to find loved ones, if someone we are waiting for her at home, russia, but we will not give up. today, the only news in marathon is at 9:15 p.m. a real miracle on the zhytomyr highway with our hands. volyn, well, the lord god led , i will tell you so. 17 of our troops against the rashist column, they drove confidently, it was revenge for the killed ukrainian civilians, grandfather

70 years old, and my grandmother's feat that closed the road to zhytomyr for the russians, the price of heroism is heavy , they are brothers, the water is not spilled, don't sleep, and he throws himself, then the gas accelerates , the faster you go, the faster they start dialing him, they chose me, the bolts will turn on and and here are two mini-terminators standing on gears, moments of great victories and bitter losses igor and myron always count on each other's shoulders, i am in the intelligence unit, comrade myron and his friend he serves in the engineering group mine support, that is, you know he didn't blow up the bridge, the column came the column fell infantry you understand i gave the wrong coordinates went on the offensive it destroyed the same infantry that is it is all interconnected full-scale invasion brought them even closer what i saw what kind of person this is

the fact is that we couldn't drink, for example, a glass of beer there, then in that situation you understand that this person is more than a friend to you, because it depends on him , i will live on. at that time, in kyiv, we gathered in contract workers who had, well, more than one trip to the area of ​​hostilities, well, they made a means of such a surprise effect of the attack, and they did not expect, uh , all the infantry in them were traveling in cars, so at the beginning of march, they go to the place where they received their the hardest battle is a very memorable place, you know. well, they evoke such dual emotions, emotions of happiness, because after all , the russians did not pass here. this land became and crossed the throat of february. makariv district became

the territory of heavy battles. they started terror against the local population by shooting the cars of some, they tried to evacuate , civilians shot a disabled woman's car, which means that the sign hangs disabled, a grandfather in his 70s and a grandmother , two old men who were going home, and then it turns out that they burned and found chechens, grandfather and grandmother in devo lanos vyshnevy. we found their three bmps standing in the forest of the forest. we wanted to take revenge. became the eyes and ears of our soldiers, we saw somewhere an eper column, we started to catch up with it, we followed it to this column

, if we clicked on the couch, we hung up, we just didn't realize it, then they gave the coordinates to the armed forces, we left with a friend we went and we did it. the ambush was ready the very next day. it arrived in the evening. then we knew 14 imagined. these guys i knew now, who we met them since march, places we hadn’t seen them. beautiful people, beautiful guys. that battle is worth pages in military textbooks. you know it completely. there were 14 units of armored vehicles, about 48 units were disabled, the russian column was moving along the highway towards zhytomyr, it was opposed by two ukrainian t-64s, one bmp and 17 personnel, this is the engine of the rifle brigade theirs which was stationed well, where were the first vehicles , which bmp-2, it was their reconnaissance unit, well, even directly, the very first

order lay down here, they drove confidently, er , with the calculation that no one would interfere with, well, a well-aimed javelin shot, ours aimed at the first bmp, which and blocked the entire column, then the slaughter drowned our tanks , destroying the enemy’s equipment one by one, burun yuriyovich hit him with two flies, about 730 units of the enemy’s forces are alive , these were sanitary losses. retreat to the nearest village where the local residents hid them, i approached the fence, asked for a drink, she asked for the password polyanytsia , did we pronounce it, they fed us red borscht, as i remember now, the hostess was not at home , diana was a policewoman, and it was on duty, who did you decide to invite them

all- anyway, they fled home the next morning to the local partisans, they saw the consequences of the battle here and there along the highway , columns were shot in different directions. 14 boys from the anniversary party did very well, those who were lucky enough to survive were captured by our the losses in that battle were only in the technique of knocking out a tank in our years. well, they were, by god, i’ll tell you this, the next battles were not so successful already in the mykolaiv region, and igor’s permission was ambushed, the fire was coming from their side, not only large-caliber , you can say 30-millimeter guns cannons from bmp-2 were also working there and machine guns of anti -tank grantomots, severe multiple wounds in both

legs, he won only to crawl, realizing that he was not evacuating, he prepared anti-tank grenade launchers and decided to fight to the end if bmp armored vehicles went to the infantry on our scout boys, i would at least be able to immobilize them if i take them, i will burn them, i didn’t have to show heroism, my brother came to the rescue, if myron hadn’t gotten into the car, the vehicle there with another boy , they didn’t come, then well, there was no choice, especially knowing that well, there are three hundred guys how was it? well, leave them there. i think that you survived, of course, because, well, you understand, i had a complicated wound and a very large blood loss . for example, if i suffered two clinical deaths and remained alive at 63%, except for the loss, then at least you then i wouldn't be able to do it

the tourniquet is banal because, well, seryoga, he put the tourniquet on, but yes, no, i haven’t thanked him in fact, well, thank you, to whom the volodymyr cemetery rests, those who are less fortunate. but what will they then be to skryukov? comrades with tragic stories as a reminder of the price of our freedom before death, he came to see the child because he did not see her, and also to his wife to visit her little daughter. well, as if to say goodbye , there was even a direct hit by a rocket in the ksb battalion

he lost his leg in the war, he confesses after the amputation, it seemed that life no longer had any meaning, what kind of person was you, you didn't have a strong character, your life is already beginning to divide into before and after , sometimes i think to myself how good it would be if it was bad, you would walk on crutches with one leg, i watched how people walk and you are jealous of them, i was especially worried about how my closest relatives would take it, but my wife lina and daughter eva , why were you like that now, you are interesting to me , how are you ? as i understood, there were such injuries incompatible with life. thank god he's alive, they've been together for 7 years, of which five games he served in the armed forces for the family

, it's a difficult test, the training ground, and now rehabilitation is not difficult, it's not difficult for the family, because you're always waiting for your hero, they waited with a new leg over which igor himself is already joking and his pluses, maybe it's black humor, he poured boiling water on his leg , my button doesn't burn anymore, and he also presses it, what to stuff it through the air like water inside, he's full of energy to live, because now he values ​​his life even more saw how many guys from only one city, volodymyr. these are the ones who died. i think their wives and children and parents also died. they gave everything in life so that they would be in the right place. it's good. i don't have a leg again

behind the wheel because of problems. i drive a vehicle both in the city and on the highway. he is wondering how he did it and, in principle , gives impulses to what is left of his leg. he goes to meet his own brother. he already has two for bravery of the third degree, and what kind of pendant is this, and the second one is bohdan khmelnytskyi of the third degree, they behave like children trying on awards to each other, once he told his brother igor about a serious injury on the same day, i know the number by heart

i was in a difficult condition then, and i understood that the condition is difficult and there are more chances for life, and i think that at least say goodbye good day parents, the boys decided to keep the truth, they found out only when igor's condition stabilized and even when it was difficult, as he says, he gathers his last strength to say two words that all my boys are resting now, they are the happiest parents, the understanding of a possible loss makes them what they are, how many mothers are jealous of us because we have a son, we hear him, we see him , god willing, he will become on his feet, we believe in him with such optimism, he will definitely overcome everything , igor's father is especially proud, he is a veteran of the militia and suspects that his son's choice to serve

the state is partially due to his merit , his dream was to join the army, first for the military service could also not go a-a but they both wanted us to be in the army and also ihor, the champion of the games, all these cups and medals testify to the great victories in ogre sports of you port of ukraine to the heroes of the russian-ukrainian war, a two-time order bearer from the first time after his injury , he returned to the gym with the intention of resuming training us then i got the first place the second we after that well, we didn't have lunch after that the coach throws sports equipment like feathers and promises to quickly get igor back in shape