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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=431636" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Ballad about the soldier</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">This story is about the soldier, an ordinary guy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">who wanted to live, didn't want to die.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was a good friend, his classmates said, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the things he did were not a regret.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He lived and dreamed, breathed the same air with us, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he was so much naive and it was his plus.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was the guy of ready sympathy and brave</div><div style="margin:10px 0">just and ordinary guy who would never liked to be a slave.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Nobody could deny that he was a bit of a hesitating guy</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as he couldn't make his girlfriend a declaration of love, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to tell her that she was his darling dove.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't want to kill or be killed, just hated the war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but he's got an order and had to go for the war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">without even knowing what for.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was told that he would save the land</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and military service was a big grand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was not explained why should he kill, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he went to the war against his will.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But he was the servant of his country, had to obey the orders</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and wear the soldiers straps on his shoulders.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen the eyes of his mother when they were to part? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">She had an embarrassed look when the parting had a start.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen the eyes of his girlfriend? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They were the eyes of a frightened creature.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She felt as he would never again reach her.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Have you seen the guy's eyes? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">They had a look as he was in a hook.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He didn't want to part with his family, friends, beloved, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">he wanted to live, love and be loved.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">In a foreign strange land he walked</div><div style="margin:10px 0">had no time to sleep or talk.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walked and walked through the stormy winds</div><div style="margin:10px 0">through the hard rains without any complaints.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He walked through the mud and blood</div><div style="margin:10px 0">as he had to obey the orders and remember</div><div style="margin:10px 0">he was not a cub and had no time for a cud.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But... all of a sudden everything around became dark, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">his body felt a terrible pang</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it seemed to him as the bell rang.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then the pain disappeared and he saw a beautiful park</div><div style="margin:10px 0">with birds and angels, they sang beautiful song, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then he heard the voice of a gong.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yes, he went to another world were everything was pearled.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">With the loss of one soldier nothing has changed, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">But.... Is it really so? For his mother he was the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and it was strange that she wouldn't be able to see him, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">to hear his voice, and if she had a choice</div><div style="margin:10px 0">she would give anything for his knock at the door</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and his voice telling: Don't worry, dear mum! </div><div style="margin:10px 0">I am in a hurry now, but I'll come back soon before the rising Moon.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The soldier's heart stopped beating far away from home</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the place with unfamiliar name.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now tell me! Who is to blame that his photo is in the black frame? </div><div style="margin:10px 0">He was one in the stream of soldiers, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stream of broken destinies and lives, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">the stream of unappeasable human sorrow</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which made in the souls a deep furrow.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The war happened to be a thief</div><div style="margin:10px 0">which had stolen lives or made them a big grief.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Life is going on; we live, we love, we work</div><div style="margin:10px 0">building new bridges that were destroyed by war</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but if we want to build a happy life </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have to remember that soldier who was killed in the war.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have to understand: war can only ruin and break</div><div style="margin:10px 0">for someones crazy sake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">It ruins and kills not only humans bodies</div><div style="margin:10px 0">but destroys our wonderful land, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">little by little turning it into the sand.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have to remember that soldier</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if we don't want the war to repeat, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">we have to remember those losses</div><div style="margin:10px 0">if we want our land to be complete.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We don't have to forget those who experienced the war, </div><div style="margin:10px 0">they still give a start hearing a thunderstorm </div><div style="margin:10px 0">thinking it was another bomb.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">We have to realize that even one soldier is a part of the world</div><div style="margin:10px 0">and the loss of that soldier means a split</div><div style="margin:10px 0">in the integrity of the whole world.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Larisa+Rzhepishevska">Larisa Rzhepishevska</a><div class=q>
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He was a good friend, his classmates said, 

the things he did were not a regret.

He lived and dreamed, breathed the same air with us, 

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