Memories

M@DD0G wrote: I recognize that writing from my days in the service during the Cold War...and a cute little Ruskie named Oksana....

Ahhhhhhhh....memories.....LOL!

:peace_v:

What writing? Am I missing something here?

mAmA

{DOU} yO mAmA wrote: What writing? Am I missing something here?

mAmA

Not really, I wrote in Russian in a post about a troublemaker player. Maddog made ​​his statement about cold war when he saw the Russian cirilic characters and I decided to begin a new topic named memories, due he used that word, and because I was feeling nostalgic at this time....

I used his post to begin the topic...

Thanks for filling me in R-Mad.

In the first post It shows as belonging to Maddog.

By the way I too enjoyed your poetry and thought it was very good. You should put a book together and try to get it published.

There are many veterans from many wars that I think would relate to your work 8)

mAmA

Thanks mAmA.

I used to write letters to my father (I never sent it anyway, I only wrote it for me).

I translated a letter to share. I do not know if my english expresses the feelings that I wrote to him...

Sometimes I look at you without you see me, only to watch your wrinkled hands full of work, and your white hair, soft and silky, as the grandfather Misha had. I look to you with love, with the same love I looked at you as we walked through the old train tracks to my little school. Myself singing child’s songs, and you, with your bag of tools and a sad look in your face, may be dreaming in coming back to your yearn land, so far in the time and distance.

Sometimes I think that you have forgotten all that was our life time… And I know that sometimes you do not understand me, and you do not know why I have my eyes filled with sadness. Perhaps it is that you forget that I was not born nor Copihue flower neither Rosa Besito flower. I am a golden Sunflower with yellow petals. And I really miss my field of sunflowers. I miss the squirrels running over the trees and the blue waters of my river.....

La noche ya termina y comienza a amanecer, y tú aún bailas un vals con mi madre, ajenos a todo cansancio. Estás feliz en tu casa cerca de la playa.

Y yo te miro con la admiración que sentía cuando niña, y tu partías a la AutoVaz caminando a tomar el autobus eléctrico, con las calles llenas de nieve.

Y todavía te veo cuando llegabas el día de pagos, con tu bolso lleno de regalos. Un gran chocolate para mi madre. Una muñeca para mí. Y besos para ambas.

R_Mad, so sad is your story and full of love at the same time - es tan triste tu historia y lleno de amor al mismo tiempo.

For you, in this new year dear Vika, Vlad, Andrei and specially for you Zoya...

I miss you but I love all you....

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=E4CRKCHNkAM

I see trees of green, red roses too

I see them bloom for me and you

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

I see skies of blue and clouds of white

the bright blessed day, the dark sacred night

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky

are also on the faces of people going by

I see friends shaking hands saying "how do you do"

they´re really saying "I love you"

I hear babies crying, I watch them grow

they´ll learn much more than I´ll ever know

and I think to myself, what a wonderful world

yes I think to myself, what a wonderful world.

Padre.

La noche del año nuevo, mis palabras te hicieron llorar. Yo no quería que sintieras tristeza. Sólo quería decirte que no debes olvidar a quienes te tendieron la mano con amor y fraternidad para que pudieras tener un lugar y un hogar para vivir lejos de tu tierra querida.

Yo sólo quería que recordaras, que una vez construias automóviles, lleno de orgullo, en la fabrica donde tenías tantos amigos que cuidaban de tí y de nosotros.

Tu querías y soñabas con un hijo que fuese militar como tu familia ancenstral. Y aunque mujer, yo vestí el uniforme militar para darte gusto.

Tu querías un hijo varón que fuese militar, pero fui yo la que vivió los tiempos de guerra, de horror y muerte allá en las montañas del Daguestán que tu nunca conociste, ni que supiste que existía....

También quería que recordaras que al final yo dejé mi tierra madre, mis amigos, mis compañeros de armas y hermanos de sangre, para venir contigo a cuidar de ti y mi madre...

Y así como tu extrañabas los bellos cerros de tu Valparaíso, ahora yo extraño los bellos bosques de mi Toggliatti amada.

La vida nos dio este dilema terrible, pero nada hará que cambie mi amor por tí. Tu ya cuidaste de mí. Ahora yo cuidaré de tí.

Sólo te pido que no olvides...

Zoya, do you remember when we were coming on the train across the vast plain before crossing the river ...?

You were asleep while I stared out the window, marveling at such immensity.

A few months ago before that, we were naive girls with 25 y.o.

Now it seems that ten years have passed...

Neither you nor I will ever be the same after living the wartimes...

I remember looking at you while you were sleeping and I think how lucky I was to have you as a friend...

My dear friend who saved my life...

Even I have a debt to you...

When I look at my kids, I think I should take them there, so that one day they might know you.

Just as I was proud to be your first lieutenant, now I would be proud to greet you "Ready my Colonel" and serve under your command...

P.S. In Memoriam of heroin Irina Yanina.

Meditation

I love you.

It will be continued?

Not really

Thx to read Radek.

Kids need me...

Closed.