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A soldier walks among the corpses –
Among his brothers and his enemies.
He kicks the enemies roughly,
And pays his respects to his friends.

A rifle with a gray stock
Taps softly against his shoulder.
“Can I survive?” – “I must,
I don’t want to die.”

An old man walks across the land,
Remembering his last battle:
A fiery trail in the darkness,
A streak across the sky.

A medal rings softly…
He will light a candle in the church.
“Can I survive?” – “I must,
I don’t want to die.”
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The Inn

An inn in the middle of the steppe –
You never know where you might find yourself.
What did you forget here, how did you get here?
I found you in the steppe, I was looking for you.

You will disappear again in the middle of the steppe –
How will I find you, where will I look?
Maybe you are in the mountains, where the ice glitters?
Where will I look for you – time is passing…

Time has passed – I am no longer the same:
My legs won’t carry me, my body doesn’t live,
My hands cannot raise a golden goblet,
I constantly dream of a devilish grin…

I constantly dream… I am dying.
I no longer know where my family is.
I have forgotten the past, I have forgotten you…
I only vaguely remember – there was an innkeeper.

Sincerely, Draco

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The Missionary

Oh God! How agonizingly difficult
It is to be alone in a pack of wolves,
To have wealth among the intellectually poor.
But who else is ready for this?

Oh God! How agonizingly difficult,
To carry your light to the pack of wolves,
Carefully and cautiously
To a place where they do not know You.

Oh God! How agonizingly shameful
To humble oneself and make concessions,
To hide his anger and resentment from them,
To give himself into their hands.

Oh God! I pray every day:
Forgive these sinful creatures.
Each of them is a shadow,
Endowed with flesh by You…