Victory Day – May 9, 1945

The great war memorial to Mother Russia at Stalingrad (now Volgograd) under which 70,000 soldiers are buried

Wait for me, and I’ll come back!
Wait with all you’ve got!
Wait, when dreary yellow rains
Tell you, you should not.
Wait when snow is falling fast,
Wait when summer’s hot,
Wait when yesterdays are past,
Others are forgot.
Wait, when from that far-off place,
Letters don’t arrive.
Wait, when those with whom you wait
Doubt if I’m alive.

Wait for me, and I’ll come back!
Wait in patience yet
When they tell you off by heart
That you should forget.
Even when my dearest ones
Say that I am lost
Even when my friends give up,
Sit and count the cost,
Drink a glass of bitter wine
To the fallen friend –
Wait! And do not drink with them!
Wait until the end!

Wait for me and I’ll come back,
Dodging every fate!
“What a bit of luck!” they’ll say,
Those that would not  wait.
They will never understand
How amidst the strife,
By your waiting for me, dear,
You had saved my life.
Only you and I will know
How you got me through.
Simply – you knew how to wait –
No one else but you.

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The Russian war poem “Wait for Me”, was written by Konstantin Simonov in 1941 while he served as a war correspondent at the front for Krasnaya Zvezda,  the” Red Star”.

It was printed on the front page, cut out by soldiers and carried with them or mailed to their mothers, wives and sweethearts as Russian troops battled Nazi armies 30 miles from Moscow and Leningrad (again St. Petersburg).

It was commonly found in the pockets of the dead.

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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One Response to Victory Day – May 9, 1945

  1. beetleypete says:

    That memorial is amazing to behold. During all my travels around the Soviet Union, I never managed to get to see it. Something I have always regretted.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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