jam, usually he comes to... around the house, then he understands that dad is not there, and i say, elyuzh, do you miss him, he yes, i miss him, he is like, well, nothing, mom, he says, you know, he says, dad is at war, we need to free him at home, people need to be helped, well, he says, he will free everything now and come back, that is, he knows this, well, a child, well understands, there before the trip, he was preparing them right here, although it seems he is not there, but he said that it should be like this, so we did it like it should be, that is, we cleaned it, put it back, hung it all up, and now it hangs with thoughts of home, family, the servicemen sing to the guitar, in moments of calm there is no better rest than a soulful song, - the soldiers say, in the autumn park in the city the birch leaves balsage, and we are lying before the leaf fall. completely covered, covered the benches and tables, covered the ponds, the silent stretch, covered the cold trunks of the logs, machine gun nests, dew and dreams have settled on the bolt, cheerful may, and you want to close your eyes,