ОГЭ 2016 - Война - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

The war was a cruel and rough school for children. They sat not at the desks, but in the frozen trenches, and in front of them were not notebooks, but armor -piercing shells and machine gun ribbons. They have not yet had life experience and therefore did not understand the true value of simple things that you do not attach significance in everyday peaceful life.

The war filled their mental experience to the limit. They could not cry from grief, but from hatred, could childishly rejoice at the spring crane wedge, as they had never rejoiced either before the war or after the war, with tenderness to keep the warmth in the soul. Those who survived returned from the war, managing to preserve in themselves a pure, radiant world, faith and hope, becoming more implacable for injustice, kinder to good.

Although the war has already become history, the memory of it should live, because the main participants in history are people and time. Not to forget time is not to forget people, not to forget people - this means not to forget the time.