Letter to a Russian soldier

Friend! Thank you for being like granite.
My pain and prayer are for you.
Among all sorts of pseudo-elites
You are our real elite.

You are my real brother,
and not the one who is from the Grad schools.
Among all sorts of vain truths
You, my dear, are our conscience and truth.

My comrade in arms, hold on!
From our bottomless kind
life has set us a task
sometimes fight for freedom,
to protect those who are weak from trouble,
don't boast about your readiness to fight.

And now you're doing it.
Just know: we stand behind you.
And it doesn't matter what blood you are from
in the narrow Zapodensky concept.

Dagestani, Chechen, Jew
in difficult times he suddenly becomes Russian.
The evil spirits decided to dance,
to kill for the dream of living differently,
crucify the Russian world on a gallows,
inflaming his dog-like tongue.

They started a feud and now
They are installing pillboxes in a Ukrainian hut.
Yes, we know how to be patient here,
but we don't have enough patience for everyone.

Believing in the weakness of the Siberian lion,
motley pseudo-messiahs
in a hurry, rolling up my sleeves,
disconnect themselves from Russia.

We'll endure it - it's not for them to teach us.
We'll clear the road little by little.
Disconnect! You can't disconnect.
The heart of Russians is from the Russian God.

Protect yourself, brother, from bullets and mines!
It became visible among these fires:
"Mister" is not suitable for us.
Russians are closer in spirit to "Comrade"!

©Mikhail Mamaev