FLAG OF THE HOLY MOTHERLAND

   "There are many blacks in the British army." They are very rude and cruel, but imagine Magda, what will happen if you are taken prisoner and torture begin?
   Honey blonde calmly replied:
   - I will try not to be captured by Christina, but if, after all, it is the will of God, we will not give the enemy anything!
   Redhead Christina said in a whisper:
   - Rumor has it that a big offensive in the east with Russia will begin soon. And the troops are pulling up, concentrating their forces. No wonder because the army called up so much infantry, the girls say that there are almost no men left in the villages!
   Magda agreed with a sigh.
   - Yes, it would be creepy! To wage war against the Russians: cruel and fanatical, with their endless spaces and harsh winters ... It will be something awful!
   The redhead objected:
   "The Russians could not win, even the tiny Finnish army, and we smashed, the biggest enemy forces!" Under us is the whole of Europe, and Rommel destroys the British in Africa. Why do you think you will lose?
   Magda reluctantly replied:
   "Russians have a large population, and endless spaces." They will swallow too many troops! And if we do not have time to take the capital of Russia before the winter, our soldiers will simply freeze, and the equipment will be upset, and get stuck in snowdrifts, it will be elementary terrible!
   Christine shook her head vigorously.
   - Oh, do not talk about such nasty things, let's better sing some romance. About love...
   Magda, smiling innocently, agreed:
   - Of course, the best sing!
   The girls of the "Tigress" sang with their clear, crystal voices:
   Pearly, trembling hairstyle,
   Worried, my chest trembles!
   I'm a girl like a timid birch tree
   I'm afraid, and move and sigh!
   And what is the fresh wind whispering in your ear?
   The sand crunches under the barefoot ...
   And there is no happier me on the planet
   When I walk with you in the woods!
   Open my favorite big secret
   How the heart managed to bewitch!
   But is your face so sad?
   On the forehead passed the wrinkles of the finest thread! I am a young man with anguish responds;
   For a long time to part with you war!
   To find us a place in the forests of paradise,
   Defeated, must into the thick of Satan!
   In response, the slender birch nodded
   You're more to me than a heart friend!
   Although the outcome of the battle may be tearful,
   But God is the shepherd with us!
   Shatter the hell of demons - evil shadows,
   So that the groves bloomed green!
   Stroke my tanned knees
   Tighten up cute hug me!
   And he answered like a maiden as a joke,
   Said by the sound of sprawling branches;
   - And will you wait for me you year dove?
   Strong temptation of hot cranes!
   In response, I told him so strictly
   - I will not stand at the machine stand!
   And to my taste is the road of war,
   I want to fight, vicious win!
   Came to the point - cut down the branches-braids,
   I was given a new disc with a machine!
   Though the herbs are crying like pearls of dew,
   Why innocence - became like a soldier!
   Then, that Motherland is more precious to me,
   Homeland above the stars is burning in the soul!
   Not the same gut that bart on the bed,
   And spend the night with a rifle in a hut!