“It's midnight on the street. The candle burns out.

Tall stars are visible.

You are writing a letter to me, my dear,

To the blazing address of war.

Warmer on the front from kind letters.

Reading behind each line

You see your beloved and hear your homeland,

Like a voice behind a thin wall…

We will be back soon. I know, I believe.

And the time will come:

There will be sadness and separation behind the door,

And only joy will enter the house.

And one evening with you,

Shrugging his shoulders,

We sit and letters like a chronicle of battle,

As a chronicle of feelings, let's read. "

This poem was written at the height of the war, in 1943, by the poet-veteran Joseph Utkin. Who knows how many more letters the soldier had to send home.

Just a few minutes ago there was a fierce battle. And when there was a pause, the soldiers hurried to send a letter to relatives and friends. At the risk of their lives, the postmen carried out soldiers' triangles from the front line. These letters are not only pages of the heroic chronicle of the difficult war years, but also a monument to military postmen.

This week the task of the competition was to read aloud a few lines of a poem by authors from the front or their own.

But, unfortunately, this week's "Poetry Reading Competition" will not take place due to lack of competition.

However, we still have a winner!

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