Vladimir Alekseevich Milashevskii
(Born Saratov, 1893; died Moscow, 1976)
(Born Gubovka, 1883; died Moscow, 1945)
Sensitively, Understandably, TASS No. 0576, October 24, 1942
2335 x 816 mm
Gertrude sends a letter to the front;
It’s not a letter but a dog’s howl:
"Our Dreckstadt is a pile of ruins;
We’re living on the street.”
Those insolent Russians
Raid us every night.
We can no longer stand
To keep hiding in the cellar.
We have enough other sorrows…
Sleep is our only escape from hunger:
I dream of tasty lunches.
Do not write to me about victories
But only when the war will end."
Fritz's face darkens
As he reads her letter:
“Whatever’s going on at home?”
The sad fact is too evident.
“Our hopes for victory have soured...
And we take countless casualties...”
The Fascist ass’s mind
Began to sober up.
But Fritz realized too late
The shame of German fate:
That very instant he was cut down
By a Soviet sniper’s bullet.
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