Я убит подо Ржевом - А Твардовский Reaction 

27000000!!!Двадцать семь миллионов!! Столько жизней отдала наша Родина за мир. А сколько осталось вдов, сирот, калек... Сколько было разрушено домов, заводов, школ, больниц... ВЕЧНАЯ ПАМЯТЬ И ВЕЧНАЯ СЛАВА ЗАЩИТНИКАМ РОДИНЫ.

Наши деды подарили нам наше будущее, Низкий поклон тем кто отдавал жизни за то что-бы мы жили,

Из мальчиков, родившихся в 1923-24гг, то есть из тех, кому в 1941 году исполнилось 17 и 18 лет, живых вернулось с войны 3 процента. 3 процента!!!

27 000 000 потеряно. Из них 11 000 000 - боевые потери. 16 000 000 - потери мирного населения в оккупированных городах и сёлах. Европейцы пошли колонизировать Восток. Нести Западные ценности. Ни у кого нет такого, что никто не воевал в той войне из предков. У меня воевали три предела из четырех. Призвали бы и четвертого, но не смогли по уважительной причине, так как он погиб в автокатастрофе за несколько лет до той войны.

Спасибо тебе ,за то что интересуешься нашей историей Просто слезы на глазах ,какой ты молодец ,Добра тебе ,мира ,здоровья!!!

Всегда плачу, когда смотрю это видео.

Alexander Tvardovsky I was killed near Rzhev... I was killed near Rzhev In a nameless bog, In fifth company, On the Left flank, In a cruel air raid I didn’t hear explosions And did not see the flash Down to an abyss from a cliff No start, no end And in this whole world To the end of its days - Neither patches, nor badges From my tunic you’ll find I am where the blind roots Seek for food in the dark I am where the rye waves On a hill in the dust I am where the cockerel cries In the dew of the dawn I am where your cars Tear the air on highways Where - small stalk to small stalk - River’s weaving its grass Where for the remembrance Even my mother won’t come In a bitter year’s summer I was killed. And for me Neither news nor bulletins Will come after this day Would you, the living, count How long before that For the first time in front news They named Stalingrad The front burned without stopping Like a scab on the flesh I was killed and I don’t know Is Rzhev ours at last? Have ours held their ground There, on the Middle Don? This was the month of horror Everything was at stake Could it be that by autumn He already took Don? And he broke through to Volga Riding onto its bank? No, it’s not true! That mission He could never complete. No way I say, no! Even for the dead It would be too terrible to hear Even the dead and voiceless Have one last single joy We have fallen for the Motherland But it’s finally saved. Our eyes have faded Out is the flame of our hearts And up there, at roll calls They are not calling us. We’re like bumps or stones Even darker and dumber. Our memory eternal - Who is jealous to it? Our ashes are rightfully Owned by black earth Our eternal glory Is of little delight. We shall not wear our Battle awards This is all for you, the living, We have just one last joy That we didn’t fight in vain For our Motherland Let our voice be inaudible You’ve got to know it now. And you had to, my brothers, Stand fast like a wall For the curse of the dead Is a terrible wrath We are forever given This bitter right And it is forever ours This bitter right In the summer of forty-two I was buried without a grave Everything what came later Was taken by the death All, what has been for many So clear and common But then may it all be In accord with our belief Brothers, maybe you didn’t Lose the Don battlefield only And were dying in battles Fighting behind Moscow And in steppes behind Volga Dug your trenches in haste And in battles you marched To the limits of Europe For us it would suffice To know for sure There was that last inch On the road of war - That very last inch: If it is abandoned, There’s nowhere to put The foot that had stepped behind And you drove the enemy Back to the West May it be so, my brethren And Smolensk’s now ours And you’re crushing the enemy On the other front, And maybe it’s the border Your are nearing now? May it be… Let the holy oath’s Words be fulfilled: For Berlin, if you remember Was named near Moscow Brothers, who now trample The stronghold of enemy land If the dead and the fallen Could only cry! If only victory salvoes could Resurrect us for an instant, Us, deaf and numb, Us, who rest in eternity O, my faithful comrades, Only then at this war Your limitless happiness You would realise! In this happiness there is Our inalienable part, Our, severed by the death, Faith and hatred and passion. All is ours! We did not cheat, In this cruel fight, We have given all ours And left nothing to ourselves Everything is bequeathed to you For all time, not for a term And this mental voice of ours Is no reproach to the living. For we had no distinction In this war at all: Those living and those fallen - We were all equal. And no one of the living Is indebted to us Those, who took up the colours From us on the run Only to fall one step later For the holy cause, For the Soviet power, Like all of us. I was killed at Rzhev, And he - somewhere near Moscow… Where are you, warriors, where, Is there anyone alive?! In the million-large cities In the villages, at family homes? At the military garrisons, On a foreign land? Ah, does it really matter If it’s foreign or ours If it’s snow-covered or blossoming… I bequeath you to live - What more can I do? I bequeath you to be happy In your life over there And to serve your Motherland With honour for long. When in sorrow - be proud, Do not bend down your head When rejoicing - don’t boast In the victory hour. And to safeguard, brothers, this victory, The happiness of yours, - In the memory of your warrior-brother Who has fallen for it.

Стихи замечательные. Но слушать их просто невыносимо, сердце разрывается . И слезы текут не переставая...

Вечная память советским воинам!!! Мои прадеды погибли в 1942. Один под Москвой, второй в Ленинградской области.

Слезы и благодарность .....

😢Вечная Память павшим воинам! "Зачем такой мир, если в нём не будет России!??"- Путин

Alexander Tvardovsky I was killed near Rzhev I was killed near Rzhev, In the nameless swamp, In the fifth company, on the left, In a violent raid. I didn't hear the breakup, I didn't see that flash, - Exactly into the abyss from the cliff - And no bottom or tire. And in this whole world, Until the end of his days, No buttonholes, no stripes From my tunic. I - where are the blind roots Looking for food in the dark; I am where with a cloud of dust Rye walks on the hill; I - where is the cockcrow At dawn by dew; I - where are your cars The air is being torn up on the highway; Where is the blade of grass to the blade of grass The river spins grass, - Where to for the wake Even the mother won't come. In the summer of the bitter year I'm dead. For me - No news, no reports After this day. Count, live, How long ago I was at the front for the first time Stalingrad was suddenly named. The front burned without abating, Like a scar on the body. I'm dead and I don't know, Is Rzhev finally ours? Did our There, on the Middle Don? .. This month was terrible, Everything was at stake. Is it really until autumn Don was already behind him And at least with wheels Did he break out to the Volga? No, it's not true. Tasks The enemy didn't win that one! No, no, no! Otherwise Even the dead - how? And the dead, the voiceless, There is one joy: We have fallen for the motherland, But she is saved. Our eyes dimmed, The flame of the heart has gone out, On the ground in fact It's not us they're calling out. We are like a hummock, like a stone, Even more muffled, darker. Our eternal memory - Who envies her? Our ashes by right The chernozem has taken possession. Our eternal glory - A sad reason. We have our own combat Not to wear orders. To you - all this, the living. We have one joy: That they fought for a reason We are for the motherland. Let our voice not be heard, - You should know him. You should have, brothers, To stand like a wall, For the dead are cursed - This punishment is terrible. This is a formidable right It is given to us forever- And it is for us - This is a bitter right. In the summer, in the forty-second, I'm buried without a grave. Everything that happened afterwards, Death has deprived me. All that, maybe, a long time ago Is it familiar and clear to you, But let it be According to our faith. Brothers, maybe you And not Don lost, And in the rear of Moscow People died for her. And in the Volga region Hastily dug trenches, And with the fights we reached To the limit of Europe. It's enough for us to know, That there was, undoubtedly, That last span On the military road. That last span, What if we leave, Then stepped backwards There's nowhere to put your foot. That trait of depth, Behind which it got up From behind your back The flame of the forges of the Urals. And the enemy was turned You're going west, back. Maybe twin brothers, And Smolensk has already been taken? And you smash the enemy At a different turn, Maybe you are to the border They've already arrived! Maybe... yes it will come true The word of the holy oath! - After all, Berlin, if you remember, It was named near Moscow. Brothers, now recovered The fortress of the enemy's land, If the dead, the fallen At least they could cry! If the volleys were victorious We, the dumb and the deaf, We, who are devoted to eternity, Were resurrected for a moment, - Oh, faithful comrades, Only then would a warrior Your happiness is immense You have fully comprehended. In him, that happiness is indisputable Our blood part, Our faith, torn by death, hatred, passion. Our everything! They didn 't lie We are in a tough fight, Having given everything, they did not leave Nothing with you. Everything is listed on you Forever, not for a period. And it 's not a reproach to the living This voice is your conceivable one. Brothers, in this war We did not know the difference: Those who are alive, those who have fallen, - We were on a par. And no one in front of us Of the living not in debt, Who is the banner from our hands Picked up on the run, So that for the holy cause, For the Soviet power Also, maybe for sure Step further to fall. I was killed near Rzhev, He's still near Moscow. Somewhere, warriors, where are you, Who was left alive? In cities of millions, In villages, at home in the family? In combat garrisons Not on our land? Ah, its own. alien, All in flowers or in snow… I bequeath you my life, - What can I do more? I will bequeath in that life You should be happy And to the motherland Continue to serve with honor. To grieve - proudly, Without bowing your head, To exult is not boastful In the hour of victory itself. And keep it sacred, Brothers, your happiness - In memory of the warrior-brother who died for her.

Спасибо! Мощнейшее стихотворение! Лица с фотографий, миллионы лиц, цвет нации (всех национальностей Советского Союза). Слушать и смотреть без кома в горле невозможно. Забыть эти жертвы и подвиг народа равносильно преступлению. Очень большую цену заплатили за победу.

Как бы не хотели некоторые, мы будем помнить, кому мы обязаны своей жизнью и мирным небом над землей, а иначе просто нельзя.

Спасибо моему деду, который воевал и погиб в 19 лет , под Ржевом .Слава нашим солдатам, подарившим нам право на жизнь.

Победа всегда будет за нами! С нами - бог!

У всех моих близких, знакомых людей кто-то погиб, либо без вести пропавшие

Я встану перед нашими дедами на колени, я на своей шкуре испытал что такое война, я блогадарен моему деду, за то что он зделал

Мой дедушка, погиб под ржевом. Спасибо за стихи,будим помнить,и будим чтить!

Спасибо тебе, Друг, что знакомишь мир не только с нашей культурой, историей, но и нашей болью о страшной войне.

Этого иностранцы никогда не поймут, лучше и не пробовать.

27 миллионов советских людей погибли. Это больше населения некоторых стран. Мой прадед и его четверо братьев не вернулись с войны, мой дед воевал на восточном фронте против Японии. Он видел всё ужасы, которые творили Японцы с местным населением. Они были ничуть не лучше немцев. Это ужасно! Ужасно, что так много людей погибли или пострадали. В странах бывшего Советского Союза нет ни одной семьи, где бы не было потерь, связанных с той войной. 27 миллионов жизней! 😭😭😭

Я не знаю как вас звать, не знаю английского. Но я за вами наблюдаю и уверена, что вам надо выучить русский язык, обязательно. Удачи вам.

Опять плачу,разве можно забыть это?! Если СССР не сохранили,то должна каждая республика сохранить свою землю,как завещали предки.

Наши предки победили. А мы их предали, не сохранив то за что они воевали, отдавая здоровье и жизни.

My grandmother on my father's side had 6 (SIX) BROTHERS ... everyone went to war and NOBODY RETURNED. (We light candles for them. And we know: they are HEROES!

Прекрасеный стих!Больше слов нет!!!😢

Нужно знать язык, чтобы проникнуться и понять.

А в Америке есть стихотворения связанные с жертвами обычных солдат?

Как забыть всё это,как вырвать из сердца?! Никогда мы не должны этого забывать,забудем тогда исчезнем!!!

Это великие стихи!

ВЕЧНАЯ ПАМЯТЬ!!!! НИЗКИЙ ПОКЛОН !!!!! НАШИМ ГЕРОЯМ!!!! тому военному поколению, тем людям ,которые выстояли, выдержали, подарили нам ЖИЗНЬ!!!!!!!! СПАСИБО!!!!!!

Это наша вечная боль. Ещё не все захоронены, не все названы. А эта Германия какие-то санкции думает вводить?

Ржев , мой родной город

Брат деда погиб подо Ржевом совсем юным. Так и не успел узнать и почувствовать что такое жизнь. Похоронен в братской могиле. Погиб ради того, чтобы мы родились и жили. Помню. Скорблю.

27 million soviet people dead that war.

Спасибо за интерес к нашей культуре. В моей семье с войны не вернулся ни один прадед. Один убит как раз под Ржевом в январе 1942 г. Поэтому это стихотворение для меня особенное.

Советы никуда не делись, просто называются сейчас по-другому.

Никогда не забудем ваш подвиг, наши родные!

27 000 000 !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Запомни!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Спасибо!!!!!!за Победу!!

Скорблю.🙏скорблю по нашим солдатам,нашему народу,по своему прадеду Алексею,отцу моего деда,который погиб на войне и где могила его,не известно!скорблю и помню многострадальный Ленинград,его погибших от голода,умерших от холода,убитых при обстрелах и бомбежках,замученных в фашистских застенках!Вечная память 30ти миллионам советских людей погибших в Великую Отечественную Войну!🙏🙌😔

Этот стих душу рвёт на части

Низкий поклон!!!

8millions people of soldiers. And 27 000 000 total. RIP

мы за родину пали будь свободна страна братья и сёстра я вас всех люблю мы не победимы бог с нами

Мощное стихотворение.

🔥низкий поклон

Спасибо тебе мужик.

Спасибо вам Предки,мы тоже будем за родину и наших потомков стоять,и похоже уже скоро прийдётся...

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😢😢😢🙏🙏🙏

"Why such a world if there will be no Russia in it!??"- Putin

Опять автоматический перевод . Досадно. И просить не включать бестолку.

В каждой семье погибли защищая родину не один человек, а в некоторых случаях матери теряли всех своих детей. Поэтому очень трудно вытравить память о войне у нашего народа всяким там пропагандистам, которые утверждают, что нам лучше надо было сдаться на милость врагу, и мы бы теперь жили в европе( не достойна большой буквы Е)

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Look films "28 Panfilovtcev" and "Brest fortress".

You have incorrect data about the dead Soviet people in the Second World War, taken from Western propaganda videos. In reality, more than 27 million people died in the USSR in 4 years. There is no family in our country that would not suffer from this war. 2 brothers of my grandmothers died in my family, my grandfather returned alive, but with wounds and visited a Fascist concentration camp. We remember our Heroes and will never forget! And the last thing we want is war, because we know better than others how much grief war brings to ordinary people!

Ты до конца не понимаеь, и понять никогда не сможешь.

It's strong. It's up to tears. The Soviet Union is forever.

Я вижу ,вы так серьезно увлеклись Россией её историей ,её народом-переезжайте в Россию жить!

Judeo , in second war Soviet Union lost 40 million people! All world have to grateful to people of Soviet Union forever!

Вот мертвые и прокляли всех.

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Всё вместе СССР потерял в войне 42 миллиона человек населения. 27 миллионов на фронте и ещё не меньше 15 миллионов гражданских. Все остальные страны мира во второй мировой войне потеряли ещё до 23 миллионов человек (14 германия, в том числе 0.7 миллиона гражданских)

Вот не верю я всём этим реакциям иностранных товарищей. Нашли себе способ раскрутки своих каналов в ютубе. Не верю.

I WAS KILLED NEAR RZHEV I was killed near Rzhev In a nameless bog, In fifth company, On the Left flank, In a cruel air raid I didn’t hear explosions And did not see the flash Down to an abyss from a cliff No start, no end And in this whole world To the end of its days - Neither patches, nor badges From my tunic you’ll find I am where the blind roots Seek for food in the dark I am where the rye waves On a hill in the dust I am where the cockerel cries In the dew of the dawn I am where your cars Tear the air on highways Where - small stalk to small stalk - River’s weaving its grass Where for the remembrance Even my mother won’t come In a bitter year’s summer I was killed. And for me Neither news nor bulletins Will come after this day Would you, the living, count How long before that For the first time in front news They named Stalingrad The front burned without stopping Like a scab on the flesh I was killed and I don’t know Is Rzhev ours at last? Have ours held their ground There, on the Middle Don? This was the month of horror Everything was at stake Could it be that by autumn He already took the Don? And he broke through to the Volga Riding onto its bank? No, it’s not true! That mission He could never complete. No way I say, no! Even for the dead It would be too terrible to hear Even the dead and voiceless Have one last single joy We have fallen for the Motherland But it’s finally saved. Our eyes have faded Out is the flame of our hearts And up there, at roll calls They are not calling us. We’re like bumps or stones Even darker and dumber. Our memory eternal - Who is jealous to it? Our ashes are rightfully Owned by black earth Our eternal glory Is of little delight. We shall not wear our Battle awards This is all for you, the living, We have just one last joy That we didn’t fight in vain For our Motherland Let our voice be inaudible You’ve got to know it now. And you had to, my brothers, Stand fast like a wall For the curse of the dead Is a terrible wrath We are forever given This bitter right And it is forever ours This bitter right In the summer of forty-two I was buried without a grave Everything what came later Was taken by the death All, what has been for many So clear and common But then may it all be In accord with our belief Brothers, maybe you didn’t Lose the Don battlefield only And were dying in battles Fighting behind Moscow And in steppes behind the Volga Dug your trenches in haste And in battles you marched To the limits of Europe For us it would suffice To know for sure There was that last inch On the road of war - That very last inch: If it is abandoned, There’s nowhere to put The foot that had stepped behind And you drove the enemy Back to the West May it be so, my brethren And Smolensk’s now ours And you’re crushing the enemy On the other front, And maybe it’s the border Your are nearing now? May it be… Let the holy oath’s Words be fulfilled : For Berlin, if you remember Was named near Moscow Brothers, who now trample The stronghold of enemy land If the dead and the fallen Could only cry! If only victory salvoes could Resurrect us for an instant, Us, deaf and numb, Us, who rest in eternity O, my faithful comrades, Only then at this war Your limitless happiness You would realise! In this happiness there is Our inalienable part, Our, severed by the death, Faith and hatred and passion. All is ours! We did not cheat, In this cruel fight, We have given all ours And left nothing to ourselves Everything is bequeathed to you For all time, not for a term And this mental voice of ours Is no reproach to the living. For we had no distinction In this war at all: Those living and those fallen - We were all equal. And no one of the living Is indebted to us Those, who took up the colours From us on the run Only to fall one step later For the holy cause, For the Soviet power, Like all of us. I was killed at Rzhev, And he - somewhere near Moscow… Where are you, warriors, where, Is there anyone alive?! In the million-large cities In the villages, at family homes? At the military garrisons, On a foreign land? Ah, does it really matter If it’s foreign or ours If it’s snow-covered or blossoming… I bequeath you to live - What more can I do? I bequeath you to be happy In your life over there And to serve your Motherland With honor for long. When in sorrow - be proud, Do not bend down your head When rejoicing - don’t boast In the victory hour. And to safeguard, brothers, this victory, The happiness of yours, - In the memory of your warrior-brother Who has fallen for it. Written By: Alexander Tvardovsky

Жаль что это видео записывпется по сути для лайков и монетизации. А иностранцам смысл этого стихотворения не понять даже поиблизительно. Это поколение ВЕЛИКИХ людей выстоявших перед самым страшным и сильным врагом всего человечества и ценой огромных потерь одержавшего ПОБЕДУ!!!

А он с автосубтитрами читал или там литературный перевод был?

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27 million lost. In comparison, US lost 400 000. Again, in comparison: only to clean up Poland from nazis we lost 600 400 lives.

На видео нет субтитров

Память о Великой Войне в нас

And you had to, my brothers, Stand fast like a wall For the curse of the dead Is a terrible wrath We are forever given This bitter right And it is forever ours This bitter right In the summer of forty-two I was buried without a grave Everything what came later Was taken by the death All, what has been for many So clear and common But then may it all be In accord with our belief Brothers, maybe you didn’t Lose the Don battlefield only And were dying in battles Fighting behind Moscow And in steppes behind Volga Dug your trenches in haste And in battles you marched To the limits of Europe For us it would suffice To know for sure There was that last inch On the road of war - That very last inch: If it is abandoned, There’s nowhere to put The foot that had stepped behind And you drove the enemy Back to the West May it be so, my brethren And Smolensk’s now ours And you’re crushing the enemy On the other front,

А почему перевода нет? Какой смысл тогда? Где суптитры? 😮

Thare is a version with subs

Only to fall one step later For the holy cause, For the Soviet power, Like all of us. I was killed at Rzhev, And he - somewhere near Moscow… Where are you, warriors, where, Is there anyone alive?! In the million-large cities In the villages, at family homes? At the military garrisons, On a foreign land? Ah, does it really matter If it’s foreign or ours If it’s snow-covered or blossoming… I bequeath you to live - What more can I do? I bequeath you to be happy In your life over there And to serve your Motherland With honour for long. When in sorrow - be proud, Do not bend down your head When rejoicing - don’t boast In the victory hour. And to safeguard, brothers, this victory, The happiness of yours, - In the memory of your warrior-brother Who has fallen for it. 1946

Ликовать не хвастливо.

хотелось бы видеть, что автор канала хотябы как-то отреагировал на хоть один комментарий.

Russia lost 27 million lives in that war!

CCCP lost 27 -30 Millons people

27 miljon pipl

Если надо и американцев освободим от мнимой демократии и англозасанцев. Украину уже освобождаем

Бесполезно смотреть без перевода

Not 10 million. USSR in 2 ww lost 26 million people. Only 3% man who born in 1923-1924 back home from war

Song: ru-vid.com/video/%D0%B2%D0%B8%D0%B4%D0%B5%D0%BE-CQ4I4sRT5MU.html

А в чём прикол смотреть видео не понимая стихов?

Тебе бы Сабы русские. А где находишь видео такие?..

Ни кто не смеет забывать какими жертвами Советский Союз избавил в 1945 г. весь мир от фашизма. А так называемый второй фронт, ждал кто же будет побеждать, и вступили они в войну только для того, чтоб извлечь из победы выгоду. Об этом тоже нужно помнить. И нужно помнить о тех кто действительно помогал, к примеру Монголия, огромная им благодарность.

Я живу 27 лет в Германии, но я Русской родилась и Русской умру. Чту , Помню, и Благодарна за жизнь и свободу на земле Советский Народ. Очень тяжко смотреть как неблагодарный англо-сакский мир вновь фашизм возрождает. Горько до боли видеть как необразованный Запад всё забыл.

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ПЛАЧУ,,,

Дед,мы победили,но война не окончена