By Eliza Popova
Azovstal's lyrical dedication to the defenders of Azovstal was published on March 13 on Facebook by a fighter Lydia Palamar. "It's a son's sadness for her brothers," the woman commented. Viburnum tit is pecking in the crescent shine of the green grove. Neither words nor sound in a long dream, I fell asleep, but as if I was dodging. I even forgot my name, and every moment I wait with the families of those who live.
I miss, I pray, I do not lose hope that the words are not the wind, not the snow that will melt in the spring, and return to my native steel fighters. At the turn of the ages, in the sadness of the war they are not with us now.
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