Wait for me and i will return,only wait with power.
Wait until sadness conquers you,while you will be watching the yellow rain.
Wait when the wind draws away the snow from the slopes.
Wait into the burning heat.
Wait when the others have stopped waiting,forgetting their yesterdays.
Wait even when letters do not come to you any more.
Wait even if others have been tired to wait.
Wait even when my mother and son believe that i do not exist.
And when friends are sitting around the fire drinking in my memory.
Wait and do not be hurry to drink in my memory too.
Wait,because i will return defying every death.
And leave those who do not wait to say that i was lucky.
They will never understand that through death,you ,with your waiting, saved me.
Only you and i know how i survived.
It's because you have been waiting as nobody else.
Constantin Simonov,1941