this is a letter from my friend sashka mitskevich, we sat at the same desk from the first grade.ooligan together and get paid for it. dear, my, mamusika today i received your letter with a photograph. you're right. i am very pleased to look at her. every now and then i get a gymnast out of my pocket. we have made a long march of about 115 km and now we are advancing in a different place from another army place. it is very swampy mud, knee-deep everywhere. nothing, we'll fight here. the volume of damned frames to make sure they become. i became more careful after the injury. i hope to be back soon. victory is near. we feel it in the air. well , that's all for now, kiss and hug tightly. my son, on which of the foreign roads your heart freezes in the snow, i will help you with prayers. ah, it’s not easy to see that you are near. we are alive to rejoice together at the birth of the day with the hand of hope in the soul, if again the battle all my love seeks for the first time losing blood. we will leave them to our own. and mine is unspoken. my baby streets home, my souls got lost fo