from chelyabinsk to donbass in 2014 and fought as part of the brigade, ghost under command of alexei mozgovoynd kept his poetic diary, and the miracles that people can do 9 years ago in september. i left donbass. i left home for the urals with a heavy heart, because i couldn’t answer the question for myself. i'll come, i'll come here again. will i return to this land? but miracles, as it turns out , do happen in our lives. and here i am standing on the holy, blood-stained sacred land of new russia. and the great russian artist dmitry dyuzhev is preparing to read my poem at a halt. the poem was born in in the fourteenth year and was born not from my head , not from fantasy, but from real life, when our cossack battalion was standing at school and i heard the sounds of music, opened the door of the gym and saw our piano. the machine gunner performs a waltz. he played, in my opinion, well and even this poem was not without inspiration. he was born there on the soil of donbass and i want to dedicate him to my comrades. which many of whom did not live. the original poem was called temka mozart and