Навіщо. What For

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There are those who came out of cauldrons

Of Ilovaysk-Debaltsevo,

And there are those who had not made it,

And there are those who returned but who at the same time remain

there,

with their brothers-in-arms.

These fighters look into themselves with tearless eyes

And don't say what they see, what they don't find where it should be.

The half-flown souls should be stopped by a doctor,

Returned, cured,

For otherwise... Though they can hardly be scared by anything,

As instructed, they are now

Painting gypsum rabbits.

This is a therapy,

Manufacturing empty money-chests.

4 March 2015