Хорошо, друзья, приятно, Сделав дело, ко двору — В батальон идти обратно Из разведки поутру.
По земле ступать советской, Думать — мало ли о чем! Автомат нести немецкий, Между прочим, за плечом.
«Языка» — добычу ночи,— Что идет, куда не хочет, На три шага впереди Подгонять: — Иди, иди...
Видеть, знать, что каждый встречный- Поперечный — это свой. Не знаком, а рад сердечно, Что вернулся ты живой.
Доложить про все по форме, Сдать трофеи не спеша. А потом тебя покормят,— Будет мерою душа.
Старшина отпустит чарку, Строгий глаз в нее кося. А потом у печки жаркой Ляг, поспи. Война не вся.
Фронт налево, фронт направо, И в февральской вьюжной мгле Страшный бой идет, кровавый, Смертный бой не ради славы, Ради жизни на земле. The German was strong and agile, Well tailored, tightly stitched, He stood like a horseshoe, Do not scare - will not run.
Fed, clean-shaven, SAVINGS, Money for good feeding, On the war in a foreign land Catch up on sleep in the warmth.
He hit without straschaya, Beal to knock sure. And there was a big bone The Russian mitten hand ...
I do not play hide and seek with death - Took - beysya and silent - I terkin know that in this fight He is weak: not the grub.
Is the law of war is not new: By way of derogation - you eat enough, In the defense - it syak, The offensive - on an empty stomach.
The German slammed so that the jaw As if the right to file. And then a fighter without aiming, German Hryasnul between the eyes.
And the snow did not spit First blood cruel salt German sled slipped again With the same force in the same pain.
As agreed, grappled close What has been the cage, wheels, Automatic - the hell away! Only used a knife and could help.
BEAUTY two in a pair of clubs, Otherwise it is no longer - Gets along strike from Terkin If only zaberech teeth
But as long as Terkin sled How could In combat, Beach, Germans moved like a barbell, That's not the sled, And under the breath.
Terkin gasped: a bad deal, Poor, thinking fighter. Well, that is easy body - I bounced. And b - end ...
I resist - and himself with fright Terkin Germans gave bream, So his own arm I almost took out the shoulder.
To hell with it! Glad I did not miss, Though the teeth is not complete account But the German left eye Not Monitored.
The fight - a fight, not a toy! Although the fire burns the face, But German red yushkoy Decked out like an egg.
Here it is - in half an inch - the enemy. Nose to nose. Tightness. Until then, he nasty - The spirit of a German mouth.
Terkin viciously spat blood. And the smell! Knocks down. Oh, you bastard, health, Not otherwise, zhresh garlic!
Where are you in a hurry - to the hostess? Uterus, with milk? Uterus, yayki? I provide decided to honor us? Give! And who you are,
Who are you, that our grandmother He said at a threshold, Do not ask, do not off his hat And not vytershi boots?
With the old woman to cope in force? Give! No, what you are, What have you in Russian Serve we eat and drink?
Do poor cripple, Or a good man - Getting lost On the way to, Ask On the night?
Good people are happy people. No thyself strong. You you direct His order. You are coming - Your law.
Who are you? I do not have sense, Whose son are you, and whose father. A man all the signs - Man are you? No. Scoundrel!
Two treading water in a circle, Like a couple on a circle, And looking into the eyes of each other: Beast - Beast and the enemy - the enemy.
As in the ancient battlefield, Chest on chest the shield to a shield - Instead of thousands of fighting two, Like all battle will decide.
And near the village, Where they found the light of day, Aircraft, tanks, guns Both behind.
But the battle is not their business, And no sound from the sides. Alone - breast, body Beats Terkin, it holds the front.
In the backyard is a sad, At the abandoned yards It keeps the front Terkin Basil, The unconscious swallowing blood.
Beats brave man to death, So the smoke is crude, Like all country-Power Sees Terkina: - Hero!
What a country! Although the company would Seeing from a distance she could, What is his job And what to do here.
Only Terkin not mad. Do not go after death, To anyone saw. Good used. And there is - well ...
Beats brave man to death - So, as the fighting in the war. And the right hand He has not quite.
Bone is abuzz with old wounds, And to him, to beat stronger, To the left lay the blows, Well it used to be the left-hander.
Beats Terkin, As a keen fight, It wipes the blood and sweat. Exhausted, was killed Terkin, But the enemy is not the same.
Not that refueling, And all beaten face, Like an apple-polyavka, What else there can not be.
Blood - icicles. but In the heat of the fight comes. German pride. And Terkin proud. - Once you have a dog, because I - a dog, Since you're the devil, So I myself - the devil!
You did not know my nature, A nature - first grade. The skin pieces - Terkin Churu Do not ask. That's where the devil!
Who one is afraid of death - Someone spat a hundred deaths. Suppose you're the devil. Yes, our devils all the devils In a hundred times devils.
Bay, not miluy. Teeth stisni. And kill, and then For you as a tick, hang, The dead will live on.
Otospitsya on me, whether affectionate, Yes, I fell forward.
Oh, you look how! Fighting helmet? Well, if people sneaky!
Very well! - And then somehow, Anger and pain taking a fist, uncharged grenade Terkin German - on the left - Thud!
The German gasped and went limp ...
Terkin gate wide open, Terkin villages swallows the snow, He looks sad, breathing heavily - I worked people.
Well, friends, nice, It makes a case to court - In the battalion to go back From the morning of exploration.
On the ground to tread the Soviet, Think - Do as little! Automatic carry German, Incidentally, over his shoulder.
"Language" - the extraction of the night - What goes where no one wants In three steps ahead Fit: - Go, go ...
To see, to know, that every vstrechnyy- The cross - is his. I do not sign, and glad of heart, What you came back alive.
To report about all the form, To hand over the trophies slowly. And then you will feed - It will be the measure of the soul.
Sergeant let Chark, Strict eyes squinting into it. And then a hot stove Lie down, get some sleep. War is not all.
Front left, right, front, And in the February blizzard haze FEAR Combat is bloody, Mortal fight not for glory, For the sake of life on earth.