Я вас обязан известить, Что не дошло до...

I must inform you
What did not reach the addressee
A letter to put in a drawer
You were not ashamed once.

Your husband did not receive the letter,
He was not hurt by the vulgar word,
Not startled, not crazy
He did not curse everything that was in the past.

When he raised the fighters
To attack at the ruins of the station,
The dull rudeness of your words
Fortunately, he did not torment him.

When he walked hard
Having pulled a wound with a bloody rag,
The letter from you still went,
Fortunately, it was still early.

When he fell on stones
And death cut off my breath
He still didn't get it
Fortunately, your message.

I can inform you that
That wrapped in a raincoat
We are at night in the city square
He was buried after the fight.

There is a star of tin there
And next to the poplar - for signs ...
However, I forgot that you,
It probably doesn't matter.

A letter was brought to us in the morning ...
Him, for the death of the addressee,
Between ourselves we read aloud -
Forgive us soldiers.

Perhaps the memory is short
You. By common desire
On behalf of the entire regiment
I will remind you of the content.

You wrote that year,
How do you know your new husband.
And the old one, if he comes,
You will still be unnecessary.

That you don't know the troubles
You live well. And by the way,
Now you no need
Not in the lieutenant certificate.

So that he did not expect letters from you
And you would not bother again ...
That's it: "did not bother" ...
You looked for words more painfully.

And that’s all. And nothing more.
We list them patiently,
All the words for him
You were found in separation for an hour.

"Do not bother." "Husband". "Certificate"...
But where did you lose your soul?
After all, he was a soldier, a soldier!
After all, we were dying for him.

I don't want to be a judge
Not all separation wins
Not everyone is able to love a century, -
Unfortunately, everything happens in life.

Okay, let’s not love
Let him no longer need you,
May you live with another,
God is with him, there with her husband, not with her husband.

But the soldier is not to blame
The fact that he does not know vacation
That the third year in a row,
Protecting you, it bothers you.

Well, you could not write
Let bitter words, but noble.
They didn’t find them in their souls -
So would be taken anywhere.

Fortunately, there are in our homeland
A lot of female souls are high,
They would honor you -
These lines would be written to you;

They’d find words for you,
To ease someone else’s longing.
From us bow to them to the earth,
A bow to their soul is great.

Not to you, but to women of others,
Torn off from us by war
We want to write about you,
Let them know - you are to blame

That their husbands are at the front, here,
Sometimes in my soul struggling with myself
Involuntarily anxious
From the house of letters before the fight.

We have not read your good,
Now, secretly, bitterness torments us:
What if you weren’t alone?
Suddenly someone else will get?

To the judgment of their distant wives
We will send you. You slandered
On them. You doubt them
We were given a reason for a minute.

Let them blame you
That you hid the soul of a bird
What kind of woman are you, wife
They gave themselves away for so long.

And your ex-husband - he is killed.
All is well. Live with a new one.
Already dead will not offend you
The letter has long been an unnecessary word.

Live without fear of guilt
He will not write, will not answer
And return to the city from the war
She will not meet you by the arm.

Forgive one more thing
You will have to have it - for that,
Probably bring a month
You will also have letters mail.

Nothing to do here -
A letter is slower than a bullet.
Letters will come to you in September,
And he was killed back in July.

Every line about you is there,
It’s really unpleasant for you -
So I'm on behalf of the regiment
I take his words back.

Accept at the end of us
Our contempt at parting.
Not respecting you
The late fellow soldiers.

On behalf of regiment officers
K. Simonov