average brother, time passed, like a sad falcon's dream, american crows beat under the sky of korea lyoshka olyay did the heart aches so much here is a letter on the threshold. here the seal of the commander silently accepted the envelope, opened it, varvara petrovna sobbed quietly, she did not have enough tears, as if order of the red star, two combat medals spruce, for sons' labors. in the military registration and enlistment office they gave alyoshenka a son to live for me, now i have a grandson, i don’t have one. for him, rasuluka was thought to her then by a russian grandmother in a bar, the years quickly passed vasilkov in afghanistan, petrovna had one granddaughter one and a half. no, not a replacement for sons. closer to each son's homeland, loving mother, the nagorny pass most exploded into itself. the photo remained in the fiery kandahar, she is all the wild old woman in the world, all alone the branches of her hut through the glass from the wall to her grandmother varvara's husband, her grandson and sons look from the mourning frame into grandmother's eyes, the image of their portrait