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Behind Narva was a gate,
Ahead was only death…
So was the Soviet infantry
Right in the yellow vent “Bert”.
That's about you and write books:
“Down his life for his friends”,
unpretentious kid –
Vanka, Vaska, Aleska, Grishka,
grandchildren, brothers, sons!
29 February 1944
Tashkent

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