Btw, if somebody interested in something about living in russia, or being a convict in russian army, we can talk in skype, for example
I can give you some non secret stories
“When bad men combine, the good must associate; else they will fall, one by one, an unpitied sacrifice in a contemptible struggle.” Edumnd Burke
There was a happening in military enlistment office (milkomat, military commissariat, in Russia)
There was a happening in milcomat
gray-haired guy came
Asked to get him back in line
Everybody was confused
Nobody coud understand, why
And only old colonel asked him:
Chechnya is on fire, the second Afghanistan
Where are you going to, buy?
And why are you want to battle so hard?
You already was there, returned at home
Injured, but alive
And what is not letting you to rest?
Grey-haired guy stayed a bit
And watched to the other side
To cover his tears away
To cover his tears away
It was a quiet in milcomat
And words sounds like a judgment
The words you can't repeat
I saw a death, I saw a fight
And returned home alive
But there is nobody waiting for me
My beloved is with another
And I'm alone in the whole world
But my friends are assaulting the bunker
I see fear and hell in my dreams,
And hear the sounds of cannonade
But my friends are always with me there.
They will help and resque, and always give a friendly hand
And if I'l be killed, they will get back the body
Chechnya is on fire, the second Afghanistan
Where are you going to, buy?
And why are you want to battle so hard?
You already was there, returned at home
Injured, but alive
And what is not letting you to rest?
I saw a death, I saw a fight
And returned home alive
But there is nobody waiting for me
My beloved is with another
And I'm alone in the whole world
But my friends are assaulting the bunker
Drop, drop, drop
(a song from a comedy movie sometimes used as a drill march)
Early in the spring
By a fir-tree all green,
Vanyusha’s bidding farewell to his love.
Clad in a shirt of mail,
He’s saying to his gal:
“Don’t cry, Marusya, don’t cry, my dove (голубка)”.
Refrain:
Marusya says nothing, only weeps.
Her sorrow
Holds her heart in grips.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop the tears right onto his spear.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop a sea of tears.
Drop, drop, drop
Right onto his spear.
In winter, cold ‘n’ severe,
Again under the fir-tree,
Vanyusha’s being greeted by his love.
Clad in a shirt of mail,
He’s saying to his gal:
“I’v come to you, I’m back, my dove (голубка)”.
Refrain:
Marusya is so happy, she weeps.
Like a psaltery
Her joyful heart just sweeps.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop the tears right onto his spear.
Drop, drop, drop, Marusya’s eyes, so dear,
Drop so sweet a tear…
Drop, drop
Right onto his spear.
Marusya is so happy, she weeps.
Like a psaltery
Her joyful heart just sweeps.
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)
Balu...
Everything aside....
Merry Christmas, and I wish you a wonderful New Year over there in Russia!
“You know the world is going crazy when the best rapper is a white guy, the best golfer is a black guy, the tallest guy in the NBA is Chinese, the Swiss hold the America's Cup, France is accusing the U.S. of arrogance, Germany doesn't want to go to war, and the three most powerful men in America are named "Bush", "Dick", and "Colin." Need I say more?” - Chris Rock
Indifferent alike to praise or blame
Give heed, O Muse, but to the voice Divine
Fearing not injury, nor seeking fame,
Nor casting pearls to swine.
(A.Pushkin)