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Letter to the son.

Opened the Vatsap and began the chat "Hello son, I'm very happy

What is the opportunity to write, convey a pack of greetings. ” To ask, they say: “How are you? How you drag

service? What is the need? We came a photo. How I lost weight, and the look is serious. Loof "

I forget everything that you are not a boy, you can break through yourself. For six months the room is empty, I will come,

I'll sit down, be silent, and

I am sad about the fact that you are in the distance, anxiously snapped in the chest again in the hubar Hurricane trees falls, how is it there

My obtus ... I'm waiting for you ...

I'm coming from work, Mobile calls. A soldier in touch, in his chest ached,

And in the tube cough and nose in snot, but how much can, because the other day he lay in a medical unit, only went out.

All this is autumn, and rain on the roof of the spleen I am simply, you know, for a long time adult, hold on to the baby.

My obtus ... I'm waiting for you ...

And thoughts climb, and there is no rest, you are my child, and what's with you

And suddenly the Pindos will muddle the war, you will have to take Kalash and bend them. That finally let go. Why

So hard? Why did it cover?

What wilds does he throw me? Everything from separation, I miss. Paints faded, laziness and boredom, loss of goal, and

Autumn bitch is longing and cold, life was overwhelmed, or maybe I was just old.

But I know all the way, another six months. Beloved son, the road will pass. Ottsova share the share and gritting his teeth

Wait a son.

My obtus ... I'm waiting for you ...

And what's the fact that nineteen? You should just try to keep yourself, your health, and

to serve, but who argues, give your duty to Holy Russia, you do not ask for this service, and

Remember the son about the father’s house, we love you, and we are really waiting. My dangling ... Come back home ...

The time will come, you will return, you will walk around the city. You will meet friends and friends, look at

her girl.

You will meet a sunset with her and dawn, give red roses a bouquet. Everything will be again as always, as if

You left yesterday.

You’ll get to why you are at home, where everything is so familiar, you will hug your grandmother and grandfather, but as always alone

problem. By the will of the meanness of the law, I will not be at home again.

I will rush from work with all my legs, tell you: "Hello son"