Письмо танкиста, которое он не успе

Письмо танкиста, которое он не успел отправить любимой

25 октября 1941 г.
Здравствуй, моя Варя!
Нет, не встретимся мы с тобой. Вчера мы в полдень громили еще одну гитлеровскую колонну. Фашистский снаряд пробил боковую броню и разорвался внутри. Пока уводил я машину в лес, Василий умер. Рана моя жестока.
Похоронил я Василия Орлова в березовой роще. В ней было светло. Василий умер, не успев сказать мне ни единого слова, ничего не передал своей красивой Зое и беловолосой Машеньке, похожей на одуванчик в пуху. Вот так из трех танкистов остался один. В сутемени въехал я в лес. Ночь прошла в муках, потеряно много крови. Сейчас почему-то боль, прожигающая всю грудь, улеглась и на душе тихо. Очень обидно, что мы не всё сделали. Но мы сделали всё, что смогли. Наши товарищи погонят врага, который не должен ходить по нашим полям и лесам. Никогда я не прожил бы жизнь так, если бы не ты, Варя. Ты помогала мне всегда: на Халхин-Голе и здесь. Наверное, все-таки, кто любит, тот добрее к людям. Спасибо тебе, родная! Человек стареет, а небо вечно молодое, как твои глаза, в которые только смотреть да любоваться. Они никогда не постареют, не поблекнут.
Пройдет время, люди залечат раны, люди построят новые города, вырастят новые сады. Наступит другая жизнь, другие песни будут петь. Но никогда не забывайте песню про нас, про трех танкистов. У тебя будут расти красивые дети, ты еще будешь любить. А я счастлив, что ухожу от вас с великой любовью к тебе.
Твой Иван Колосов.

Результаты (английский) 1:

Tankman's letter, which he did not have time to send your favoriteOctober 25, 1941Hello, my Cooking!No, we will not meet with you. At noon yesterday, we smashed another tossing pillar. The projectile struck the fascist side armor and exploded inside. While I did the car in a forest, Vasily died. My wound is cruel.Vasily Orlov I buried in the Birch Grove. It was light. Vasily died without having time to say a single word to me, nothing is handed his beautiful Zoe and a blonde visit Mashenka, look like a dandelion in goose down. So of the three tankers remained alone. In sutemeni I entered the forest. The night passed in agony, lost a lot of blood. Now for some reason, prožigaûŝaâ the entire breast pain, calm and quiet on the soul. Very disappointing that we are not all done. But we have done everything that we could. Our friends the enemy being moved, which does not have to walk on our fields and forests. I never would have lived life as if you were Cooking. You helped me always: at Khalkhin Gol and here. Probably, all the same, who loves the kinder to people. Thank you, dear! The man is getting old and heaven eternally young, like your eyes that just look so admire. They never wear down, do not fade.Time will pass, people may wound, people will build new cities, grow new gardens. There will come another life, other songs would sing. But never forget a song about us, about three tankmen. You will increase beautiful children, you are still going to love. And I am happy I am leaving you with a great love for you.Yours Ivan Kolosov.

Результаты (английский) 2:

For a long time I went to school, then to university, for bread and milk, then for cigarettes and whiskey, for women, for a salary, the crowd at the holidays and in the subway, for new mail and clever books ... Everything has changed dramatically in the quiet December night, when it began to snow. I went out and followed him. Sometimes I think that I still have not returned.

Результаты (английский) 3:

Letter from armor, which he did not have the time to send your favorite

on 25 October 1941 Mr..
'Hello, my Varya!
No, do not meet we with you. Yesterday we at noon we express our sincere sympathy to ward off dangers one tower.Fascist shell when one remembers the side armour and explode inside. While challenging me i machine in the woods, Bob died. My wound was brutal.
i buried by Vasily Orlov conveniencies in grove. It was a light. Bob died,Not thinking I am not a single word, nothing is conveyed its beautiful Zoe and беловолосои Машеньке, similar to одуванчик in Pooh nodded solemnly. This is because of the three former warriors remained one. In сутемени entered i into the forest. Night was held in Mekelle,Lost a lot of blood. Now why is the pain, прожигающая the entire chest, Chavez and the soul quietly. It is very unfortunate that we do not all have done so. But we have done all that it could. Our comrades beast enemy,Which should not be walking on our fields and forests. More than ever i have not lived the life so, if you would not, Varya. You've helped me always: the bound by economic ties and here. But, still, who loves, the misapprehension to the people. Thank you, native!