The answer to the woman who wrote to her husband about how…

Response to the woman who wrote her husband that went to another Letter intercepted by the soldiers of her husband and asked Simon to write a reply to Konstantin Simonov in 1943 an open letter to the Woman g Vichuga, I must inform you That it is not reached the addressee the Letter in the box to omit Not ashamed you once Your husband has not received the letter, He was not wounded by the word vulgar, doesn’t flinch, not crazy, Not cursed what happened in the past When he had raised the fighters In the attack at the ruins of the station, the Blunt rudeness of your words he, fortunately, suffered When he stepped hard, Pulling the bloody rag to the wound and a Letter from you yet, everything was Still, fortunately, it was before on the stones When he fell And death stopped the breath, He still did not receive, fortunately, your message I Can tell you That, wrapped in the Cape, We overnight in the Park city buried It after the fight Is the star of tin out there And some poplar for signs And however, I forgot that you Probably care about this Letter to us in the morning brought Him, after death of the recipient, we read aloud — Oh, you’ll forgive us soldiers may Be a short memory you Have On common desire, on behalf of the regiment I will remind you the contents You wrote, it really a year since you’re familiar with her new husband And the old, if they come, You will still be junk That you don’t know trouble, Live well And by the way, Now you no need No Lieutenant in the certificate To letters he was waiting And you did not trouble again That’s it: “don’t bother” You pobolney searched for the words all And nothing We pericli them patiently, All the words that his separation an hour in the shower found you, “don’t trouble” “Husband” “Certificate” but where you lost soul? After all, he was a soldier, soldier! After all, we are for you with him dying I don’t want to be a judge, Not a separation win, Not everyone can age of love — unfortunately, in life all is Well, let not love, Let him you no longer need, Let you will live with others, God bless him, there with her husband not with her husband But the soldiers are not To blame for the fact that he is not on vacation knows That the third year in a row yourself, You protecting, why bother to write you could not Let bitter words, but noble In his soul did not find them — So would have taken anywhere In our Fatherland. luckily, there are Many female shower high, They would have had to honor — You wrote used these strings; They are used for the words you found to ease the anguish of others From us bow to them, Bow to the soul of their great Not to you, and other women, taken From us by war, we want to write, Let them know — you are to blame That their husbands are at the front here, Sometimes in the soul fighting with itself, With involuntary anxiety Of waiting for letters home before battle We your not good read Now us secretly bitter torments: And suddenly, you are not alone was able, in case anybody else will you get? In the court of distant wives We will send You slandered them, You can doubt Us for a minute gave a reason, Let them put you in the guilt That the soul of a bird you’ve been hiding That you are a woman, a wife, Themselves for so long betrayed And your ex-husband, he’s dead All right Live new dead So you do not offend the letter is long unnecessary word Live, without fear of guilt, He did not write, did not answer, And, in town, return from the war, With others you will not meet Only one more to forgive you will Have it — for what Must be the month to bring you mail is nothing to do here — the slower bullet Letter To you letters in September will come, And he was killed in July On the each string that You that is unpleasant — So I, on behalf of the regiment to Take his words back, Take in the end from us the Contempt of our good-bye is Not respecting you fellow soldiers of the Deceased

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