the grandson and, of course, this is mikhail nikolaevich kirillov asked everyone to leave the pavilion tycho would leave me alone, and then he said, when you are ready, say, well. and this scene is the signing of the documents of those who did not reach the field hospital of those who died among these documents. photo and my son on which of the foreign roads your heart will be in the snow, i will help you with a prayer, but not without reason on your fate. i would like to be the star that is above you to see that you are near and that the living rejoice together with the plant in the soul they keep, if again the fight is all my love, let it strive to sing, my losing blood. not to be. my guilt, kid among the streets home, my soul is not without reason, so the stubborn door took everything, my son, my hero, will pass. i would like to go out just to see you and me, that you are near, that you are alive to rejoice at messi plants. all my love is striving. with you all my love is empty, losing blood, we will leave our war with you to be like with me. standing in the snow, i'll help you. our