Pavlov house

Lorenz

Sometime you have to know how to die 

for the honor of a name written in blood

on a long wall bathered in white light .

You know Volodia ? You have to learn how to live,

to know how to die ...

 Why so hard is the burden of duty ...?

I'll meet you my joyful comrades at the Pavlov house !

We'll smoke a tough tobacco washed down with vodka !

The accordion will make us dance !

Laughing and crying at the same time ! Hurrah ! 

we'll talk about ou loves and horses

sowing and harvest time,

do you remember Volodia ?

Our boys as strong as birches 

and women silent at the face of men's madness...

At the Barmaley fountain ,

children playing again 

in the freshness of happy tears ...

At univermag  I'll be stocking up for tomorrow

and also some dreams for an after life ...

We will meet again my comrades !

You,Ivan the dreamer, and you,the funny Boris ...

Do you know Volodia that even 

the little father of the peoples

will be taking part ?

We'll be there together my brothers and comrades

when the flight of geese will return ...

  We knew how to die for a name engraved 

 in the skin of eternity  and a medal of sky...

  But the sons will return to battle ,

   this harsh law of duty ...

For such is the fate of the shadows 

in the Pavlov house ...

 

  • Author: lorenz (Pseudonym) (Online Online)
  • Published: March 2nd, 2025 10:53
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 9
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem of comradery and how this goes on beyond beyond death. Well written.

    • Lorenz

      We long for peace !

    • Ellen Marsell

      A vivid, poignant, and tragically beautiful work about memory, duty, and friendship - about life on the edge of death. The text is filled with internal rhythms, clashes of sharp images, and shadows of the past.

      • Lorenz

        Linked with current events ...

      • Sealgair

        This is the true tragedy: those who die believe they are creating the future. But in reality, it is merely an echo of the past.

        Impressive writing.

        • Lorenz

          A very realistic comment and a profound understanding of the history .Thank you Sealgair !



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