By Victory Day ...

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The 70th anniversary of our victory in the Great Patriotic War is approaching. My grandfather was a disabled war. Father fought, had rewards, including Medal "For Courage" . His elder brother Nikolai Ivanovich Pirogov was a border guard and died, most likely, on the very first day (as you know, for some time the order of Hitler’s border guards did not act). I begin to publish my translations of military poems of Mari Fright Poets ...

Ilya Strelnikov (1908 -1977)

Ilya Nikolaevich was born in the village of Pektubaevo, Novotorsalsky district, Mari El. Grew an orphan. He graduated from the pedagogical engine, was a rural teacher, worked on the radio. He was taken from the post of editor of the National Book Publishing House, where he will return and where he will work 30 years before retirement. Having passed the course of the Military-Political School, he fought near Moscow and Voronezh, participated in the battle on the Kursk arc. He was a political officer, a company commander. Commissible after a serious injury. He was awarded the Order of the Red Star and combat medals, including "For courage." According to some Mari literary scholars, the front -line poetry of I. Strelnikov, published in 1946, remains an unsurpassed example of a man’s poetic image in the conditions of divided the world war.

Mahorka

I will not forget this day.
Buran walked along the steppe.
They took the hill, the Germans were a pile ...
Immediately ours, a lot of wounds.

Friends were buried.
Even the tears took up.
“We will remember ...” they said.
"We will take revenge on you!" - Sow.

- Let it not be up to leisure now, -
I say, - but, a neighbor,
Let you smoke - in the throat dry.
I offer my pouch.

At least a hide tobacco from sweat,
Zlata is more now, now
His kind would say,
The one who saved our souls.

- We will wait for them without a drama, -
You say, you don't like to be ...
Not needed, they say, your grams -
Only a cigarette would turn off!

You’ll smoke like that ...
No more useful if pain.
Again into battle? Do not need dinner -
We smoked - please!

And even thought from home
You, Makhorka, distracted.
Again we went on the road ...
How easy a gait!
1942