Seven ๐บ๐ฆ Poems a Week. Week 6: Valeriy Puzik
Valeriy Puzik, Ukrainian Armed Forces. Seven poems translated from Ukrainian by Victor Shepelev
This is a part of the โSeven Ukrainian Poems A Weekโ project: translations of modern Ukrainian poetry, one poet/7 poems a week.
To talk about cities it is always hard to talk about cities that we grew up in especially about streets through which enemy soldiers marched especially about losses and those left behind orphaned dogs and cats on roadsides the dreams gain grayness with time the color loses its meaning and the knowledge about the blue sky becomes a burden the smell of the coal and shelled highways hangs in the air the fuel oil in calluses looks like icons and tracked ships are sailing through the mists cutting through fields uprooting winter wheat amidst white snow, there are are imprints of another tank breakthrough and the earth is once again sawed with metal 100mm caliber seeds seeds which will remain in the land and will never sprout and he says: take a hit keep the distance and the line of fire save the words and your bitterness save everything and inhale the wormwood the dragon behind you is breathing the terricone is smoking the terricone is alive Pathologies Scan my soul, my friend, so that everything would be on display: the scars and anger, the extreme points of fury, the extreme forms of nervous breakdown. Scan my heart, my friend, Sometimes I hear it, sometimes I donโt. The doctor says: โ it murmurs, Something, he says, is wrong. The body, he says, is a mechanism, and your engine is failing. Maybe it is due to the lead in your lungs, maybe it is Avdiivka chemical plant. Do you remember, he asks, the boilers. โ I remember, I say, the warmth. There were many cauldrons to boil. One was burning inside, in Avdiivka; another one was like the execution schedule, in โ14s: the list of the names under the press of time, cisterns of blood on the ground and yellow tape on a sleeve. Those are some meds against wrinkles and life, I add. So, whatโs there? I ask The bullet in the left one (5.45) slowly rusts and advances, advances towards its target. The bullets, my frined, never rust, at least inside me. My heart is made of Kevlar, my heart is armored. 5.45 is slow, itโ wonโt pierce. Scan my head, my friend, tell me where the holes are, where the cracks come from, where the winds blow from, where this noise and rattle come from, the rattle of monolith slabs... Sh-h-h-h-h-h โ silence! โ do you hear? Itโs ringing in my ears again, gunpowder in my lungs, one more moment โ and it will ignite. Scan my soul, my friend, so that everything would be on display: the scars and anger, the extreme points of fury, the extreme forms of nervous breakdown. Scan everything, Iโll add the signature and the date, my fingerprints and my chevron, my blood type, my tag. Scan my body, my friend, made of dough an clay strengthened by the fire of internal heating plants. The gunpowder burns in my lungs. There is still pulse. Look, my friend, here are my scales and gills I am ablaze on fire breathing who am I who am I ยฟ * * * Iโve seen a white heron flying towards the river, Iโve seen it landing on the edge of a destroyed bridge. It looked at burning reed, It looked at water, and ashes, And ashes, and smoke. Iโve seen a white heron building a nest Amidst debris and ruins. * * * I am entering the House of Culture To read poems on a charred stage, To look into the empty hall, at the toppled walls. There were three hundreds seats for the occasion of a wedding ceremony, Now there are broken windows and a hole from a Grad rocket in the ceiling. And the rocket like dried flower sticking out of the middle of the stage, As if it has the right to explode at any moment. I am standing I donโt know what to read next. I have nothing now except war. Except the fatigue and dirt under my nails, Except the pain in my body, Except spots on my right eye, Except the uniform washed for this very moment, I have nothing. I am here. And the rocket is sticking out in the hall. My literature sprouts from its seeds, My words are a draft between bookcases Of village libraries mined by the occupiers. My book quotes are under the rubble, My poems are executed lines on gravestones, They are dated to the beginning of the worldโs end, They are signed with the names of the fallen, They are looking at the sky through the hole in the ceiling, They are speaking in tortured voices in radio broadcasts. The building stands hollow โ it doesnโt fill with voices. There are crates and ammo in corridors, There are bloodstains and broken tourniquets on the stairs, There is a red stain on the drapes from a soldierโs hand. My poems are broken, they stand on crutches in hospitals. My poems are moving their prosthetic fingers, My poems are silent more than they talk, My poems are bandaging wounds and loving, clinging to life. * * * the camo bible trembles in my hands the heart is beating out the rhythm the engine hums the clouds are low the swamp is slimy Godโs voice is silent it seems he left these lands in the first days in the first waves immediately after the New Year maybe after Christmas basically, before the occupation but after that? did he recall this country? gray mined fields tripwires to the stars try to pass without touching try to not get blown up not to fall into the abyss of the eye try to survive this winter try not to remain in the ground Thatโs what she have talked about she have talked of this, too as of sepia on pre-war photos as of the bird with blue feathers as of yellowed leaves and autumnโs handwriting as of my mom being small, of grandpa on memory imprints as of dreams and as of this springโs cold cold hands faces mouths empty houses snow in April this all she said: expect trouble said: clouds of war are moving in do you hear, the black smoke like a mist seeps into the city from the see seeps onto every street into every house how would you dream now how would you be she have talked of this, too city lights are cold dim city streets are empty at night on roadside, there is metal people and animals do you hear, a siren when will it stop when .......... .......... .......... and how would you look into the eyes now how would you speak now how would you write letters .......... .......... .......... just to hug just to hug if only you have who .......... .......... .......... and be silent * * * This country Taught me nothing Nothing Except invincibility and faith Except the knowledge that On your own land you have your own truth and strength This country knows nothing Nothing except victory And free wings of a dream This country is a space of independence My invincibility center My love And my faith This country is blood in my veins Red mercury of idea labor and fight This country gave me Nothing Nothing except the fact that I am And there are millions like me.
Valeriy Puzik

Interview in English (Chytomo โWords and Bulletsโ project)
Instagram with Valeriyโs paintings; YouTube, Facebook, Patreon
Poems in Ukrainian
ะะพะฒะพัะธัะธ ะฟัะพ ะผัััะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธัะธ ะฟัะพ ะผัััะฐ, ะฒ ัะบะธั ะผะธ ัะพัะปะธ, ะทะฐะฒะถะดะธ ะฒะฐะถะบะพ ะพัะพะฑะปะธะฒะพ ะฟัะพ ะฒัะปะธัั, ัะบะธะผะธ ะนัะปะธ ะฒะพัะพะถั ัะพะปะดะฐัะธ ะพัะพะฑะปะธะฒะพ ะฟัะพ ะฒััะฐัะธ ะน ะทะฐะปะธัะตะฝะธั ะฝะฐะฟัะธะทะฒะพะปััะต ะพัะธัะพััะปะธั ะฟััะฒ ัะฐ ะบะพััะฒ ะฝะฐ ัะทะฑััััั ัะฝะธ ะท ัะฐัะพะผ ะฝะฐะฑะธัะฐััััั ัััะพะณะพ ะบะพะปัั ะฒััะฐัะฐั ัะตะฝั ะฐ ะทะฝะฐะฝะฝั ะฟัะพ ัะธะฝั ะฝะตะฑะพ ะพะฑััะถัั ะฒ ะฟะพะฒัััั ะฒะธัะฝะต ะทะฐะฟะฐั ะฒัะณัะปะปั ัะฐ ะพะฑััััะปัะฝะธั ััะฐั ะผะฐะทัั ะฒ ะผะพะทะพะปัั ัั ะพะถะธะน ะฝะฐ ัะบะพะฝะพััะฐั ั ะบััะทั ััะผะฐะฝะธ ะฟะปะธะฒััั ะณััะตะฝััะฝั ะบะพัะฐะฑะปั ัะพะทััะทะฐััั ะฟะพะปั ะฒะธะบะพััะพะฒัััั ะพะทะธะผั ะฟัะตะฝะธัั ัะตัะตะด ะฑัะปะพะณะพ ัะฝัะณั ะทะฐะปะธัะฐััััั ัะปัะดะธ ัะตัะณะพะฒะพะณะพ ัะฐะฝะบะพะฒะพะณะพ ะฟัะพัะธะฒั ั ะฒ ะทะตะผะปั ะทะฝะพะฒั ะทะฐััะฒะฐััััั ะผะตัะฐะป ะทะตัะฝะพ ะทะฐะฒะฑัะปััะบะธ ัะท ัะพัะธะน ะบะฐะปัะฑั ะทะตัะฝะพ, ัะบะต ะทะฐะปะธัะธัััั ะฒ ััะปะปั ั ะฒะถะต ะฝัะบะพะปะธ ะฝะต ะฟัะพัะพััะต ั ะฒัะฝ ะณะพะฒะพัะธัั: ััะธะผะฐะน ัะดะฐั ะทะฑะตััะณะฐะน ัะฝัะตัะฒะฐะป ัะฐ ะปัะฝัั ะฒะพะณะฝั ะทะฑะตััะณะฐะน ัะปะพะฒะฐ ั ะณััะบะพัั ัะฒะพั ะทะฑะตััะณะฐะน ััะต ัะฐ ะฒะดะธั ะฐะน ะฟะพะปะธะฝ ะดัะฐะบะพะฝ ะทะฐ ัะฟะธะฝะพั ะดะธั ะฐั ัะตัะธะบะพะฝ ะดะธะผะธัั ัะตัะธะบะพะฝ ะถะธะฒะธะน ะะฐัะพะปะพะณัั ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน ะผะตะฝั ะดััั, ะดััะถะต, ัะฐะบ, ัะพะฑ ะฑะฐัะธะปะพัั ะฒัะต: ััะฑัั, ััะฐะผะธ, ะทะปัััั, ะบัะฐะนะฝั ัะพัะบะธ ะณะฝัะฒั, ะบัะฐะนะฝั ัะพัะผะธ ะฝะตัะฒะพะฒะพะณะพ ะทัะธะฒั. ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน ะผะตะฝั, ะดััะถะต, ัะตััะต. ะะฝะบะพะปะธ ั ะนะพะณะพ ััั, ัะฝะบะพะปะธ โ ะฝั. ะัะบะฐั ะบะฐะถะต: โ ััะผะธัั. ะฉะพัั, โ ะบะฐะถะต, โ ะฝะต ัะฐะบ. ะขัะปะพ, โ ะบะฐะถะต, โ ะผะตั ะฐะฝัะทะผ, ั ัะฒัะน ะผะพัะพั ะฑะฐัะฐั ะปะธัั. ะะพะถะปะธะฒะพ, ัะต ะฒัะด ัะฒะธะฝัั ะฒ ะปะตะณะตะฝัั , ะผะพะถะปะธะฒะพ โ ะะฒะดััะฒััะบะธะน ะบะพะบัะพั ัะผ. ะะพัะปะธ โ ะฟะธัะฐั โ ะฟะฐะผโััะฐัั? โ ะขะตะฟะปะพ โ ะบะฐะถั โ ะฟะฐะผโััะฐั. ะะพัะปะธ ััะทะฝั ะฑัะปะธ. ะะดะธะฝ ะฒัะตัะตะดะธะฝั ะณะพััะฒ โ ะะฒะดััะฒััะบะธะน; ัะฝัะธะน โ ะฝะฐัะต ัะพะทััััะปัะฝะธะน ะบะฐะปะตะฝะดะฐั ั ัะพัะธัะฝะฐะดัััะพะผั: ัะฟะธัะพะบ ัะผะตะฝ ะฟัะด ะฟัะตัะพะผ ัะฐัั ัะตััะตัะฝะธ ะบัะพะฒั ะฝะฐ ะทะตะผะปั ั ะถะพะฒัะธะน ัะบะพัั ะฝะฐ ััะบะฐะฒั. ะกะฒะพัััะดะฝั ะปัะบะธ ะฒัะด ะทะผะพััะพะบ ั ะถะธััั, โ ะดะพะดะฐั. โ ะขะฐะบ ัะพ ัะฐะผ? โ ะฟะธัะฐั. ะัะปั ั ะปัะฒะพะผั (5,45) ััะพั ะธ ัะถะฐะฒัั ั ััะฝะตัััั, ััะฝะตัััั ะฒ ััะปั. ะัะปั, ะดััะถะต, ะฝะต ัะถะฐะฒัััั, ัะบ ะผัะฝัะผัะผ, ั ะผะตะฝั. ะกะตััะต ะผะพั ะบะตะฒะปะฐัะพะฒะต, ัะตััะต ะผะพั ะฒ ะฑัะพะฝั. 5,45 ะฟะพะฒัะปัะฝะฐ, ะฒะพะฝะฐ โ ะฝะต ะฟัะพะฑ'ั. ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน ะผะตะฝั, ะดััะถะต, ะณะพะปะพะฒั, ัะบะฐะถะธ, ะดะต ะดััะธ, ะทะฒัะดะบะธ ะฒะทัะปะธัั ััะปะธะฝะธ, ะทะฒัะดะบะธ ะดัััั ะฒัััะธ, ะทะฒัะดะบะธ ัะตะน ััะผ ั ัะบัะตะณัั ะผะพะฝะพะปััะฝะธั ะฟะปะธั... ะขัโัโัโัโัโั โ ัะธั ััะต! โ ัััั? ะะฝะพะฒ ั ะฒัั ะฐั ะดะทะฒะตะฝะธัั, ั ะฟะพัะพั ะฒ ะปะตะณะตะฝัั , ัะต ะผะธัั โ ั ะทะณะพัะธัั. ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน ะผะตะฝั ะดััั, ะดััะถะต, ัะฐะบ, ัะพะฑ ะฑะฐัะธะปะพัั ะฒัะต: ััะฑัั, ััะฐะผะธ, ะทะปัััั, ะบัะฐะนะฝั ัะพัะบะธ ะณะฝัะฒั, ะบัะฐะนะฝั ัะพัะผะธ ะฝะตัะฒะพะฒะพะณะพ ะทัะธะฒั. ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน ััะต, ั ะดะพะดะฐะผ ะฒ ะบัะฝัั ะฟัะดะฟะธั ั ะดะฐัั, ะฒัะดะฑะธัะบะธ ะฟะฐะปัััะฒ ั ัะฒัะน ัะตะฒัะพะฝ, ะณััะฟั ะบัะพะฒั, ะถะตัะพะฝ. ะัะดัะบะฐะฝัะน, ะดััะถะต, ััะปะพ, ัะพ ะทะปัะฟะปะตะฝะต ะท ััััะฐ ั ะณะปะธะฝะธ, ัะพ ะทะผััะฝะตะฝะต ะฒะพะณะฝะตะผ ะฒะฝัััััะฝัั ัะตะฟะปะพะผะตัะตะถ. ะะพัะพั ะฒ ะปะตะณะตะฝัั ะณะพัะธัั. ะัะปัั ัะต ั. ะะธะฒะธัั, ะดััะถะต, ัะต ะผะพั ะปััะบะฐ ั ะทัะฑัะฐ ะณะพัั ะฟะฐะปะฐั ะดะธั ะฐั ั ัะพ ั ั ัะพ ั ยฟ * * * ะฏ ะฑะฐัะธะฒ, ัะบ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฐะฟะปั ะปะตัะธัั ะดะพ ััะบะธ, ะฏะบ ััะดะฐั ะฝะฐ ะบัะฐะน ัะพะทะฑะธัะพะณะพ ะผะพััั, ะฏะบ ะดะธะฒะธัััั ะฝะฐ ะพัะตัะตั, ัะพ ะณะพัะธัั, ะฏะบ ะดะธะฒะธัััั ั ะฒะพะดั, ั ะฟะพะฟัะป, ะ ะฟะพะฟัะป, ั ะดะธะผ. ะฏ ะฑะฐัะธะฒ, ัะบ ะฑัะปะฐ ัะฐะฟะปั ะฑัะดัั ะณะฝัะทะดะพ ะกะตัะตะด ัะปะฐะผะบัะฒ ัะฐ ัััะฝ. * * * ะฏ ะทะฐั ะพะดะถั ะฒ ะัะดะธะฝะพะบ ะบัะปััััะธ ะงะธัะฐัะธ ะฒัััั ะฝะฐ ะพะฑะณะพััะปัะน ััะตะฝั, ะะธะฒะธัะธัั ะฒ ะฟะพัะพะถะฝัะน ะทะฐะป ะฝะฐ ะฟะพะฒะฐะปะตะฝั ัััะฝะธ. ะขัั ะฑัะปะพ ััะธััะฐ ะผัััั ะดะปั ะปัะดะตะน ะฝะฐ ััะพัะธัััััั ะฒะตััะปะปั, ะะฐัะฐะท ะถะต ัะพะทะฑะธัั ะฒัะบะฝะฐ ั ะดััะบะฐ ะฒัะด ะณัะฐะดั ั ััะตะปั. ะ ะณัะฐะด, ัะพ ัััะธะผะธัั ะทะฐัะพั ะปะพั ะบะฒััะบะพั ะฟะพัะตัะตะด ััะตะฝะธ, ะัะฑะธ ะผะฐั ะฟัะฐะฒะพ ะฒะธะฑัั ะฝััะธ ะฑัะดั-ัะบะพั ั ะฒะธะปะธะฝะธ. ะฏ ััะพั ะฏ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐั, ะฟัะพ ัะพ ัะธัะฐัะธ ะดะฐะปั. ะะบััะผ ะฒัะนะฝะธ ั ะผะตะฝะต ะทะฐัะฐะท ะฑัะปััะต ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะตะผะฐั. ะะบััะผ ะฒัะพะผะธ ัะฐ ะฑััะดั ะฟัะด ะฝัะณััะผะธ, ะะบััะผ ะฑะพะปั ะฒ ััะปั, ะะบััะผ ะฟะปัะผ ะฝะฐ ะฟัะฐะฒะพะผั ะพัั, ะะบััะผ ะฒัะนััะบะพะฒะพั ัะพัะผะธ, ะฒะธะฟัะฐะฝะพั ัะฐะผะต ะดะปั ัััั ะผะธัั, ะฃ ะผะตะฝะต ะฑัะปััะต ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะตะผะฐั. ะฏ ััั. ะ ะณัะฐะด, ัะพ ััะธััะธัั ะฒ ะฐะบัะพะฒะพะผั ะทะฐะปั. ะะพั ะปััะตัะฐัััะฐ ะฟัะพัะพััะฐั ะท ะนะพะณะพ ะฝะฐััะฝะฝั, ะะพั ัะปะพะฒะฐ โ ะฟัะพััะณ ะผัะถ ะบะฝะธะถะบะพะฒะธะผะธ ัะฐัะฐะผะธ ะะฐะผัะฝะพะฒะฐะฝะธั ะพะบัะฟะฐะฝัะฐะผะธ ััะปัะบััะบะธั ะฑัะฑะปัะพัะตะบ. ะะพั ัะธัะฐัะธ ะท ะบะฝะธะณ โ ะฟัะด ะทะฐะฒะฐะปะฐะผะธ, ะะพั ะฒัััั โ ัะพะทััััะปัะฝั ััะดะบะธ ะฝะฐ ะผะพะณัะปัะฝะธั ะฟะปะธัะฐั , ะะพะฝะธ ะดะฐััััััั ะฟะพัะฐัะบะพะผ ะบัะฝัั ัะฒััั, ะะพะฝะธ ะฟัะดะฟะธััััััั ัะผะตะฝะฐะผะธ ะฟะพะปะตะณะปะธั ะฒ ะฑะพัั , ะะพะฝะธ ะดะธะฒะปััััั ั ะฝะตะฑะพ ะบััะทั ะดััะบั ะฒ ััะตะปั, ะะฒััะฐัั ะทะฐะผััะตะฝะธะผะธ ะณะพะปะพัะฐะผะธ ะฒ ะตัััั ัะฐะดัะพััะฐะฝััะน. ะัะดะธะฝะพะบ ะบัะปััััะธ ััะพััั ะฟัััะบะพั โ ะฝะต ะฝะฐะฟะพะฒะฝัััััั ะณะพะปะพัะฐะผะธ. ะ ะบะพัะธะดะพัะฐั โ ััะธะบะธ ั ะฑะพัะฟัะธะฟะฐัะธ, ะะฐ ัั ะพะดะฐั โ ัะปัะดะธ ะบัะพะฒั, ะฟะพะปะฐะผะฐะฝั ัััะฝัะบะตัะธ, ะงะตัะฒะพะฝะธะน ัะปัะด ะฝะฐ ััะพัั ะฒัะด ัะพะปะดะฐัััะบะพั ััะบะธ. ะะพั ะฒัััั โ ะฟะพะปะฐะผะฐะฝั, ััะพััั ะฝะฐ ะผะธะปะธััั ั ัะฟะธัะฐะปัั . ะะพั ะฒัััั ััั ะฐััั ะฟะฐะปัััะผะธ ะฟัะพัะตะทัะฒ, ะะพั ะฒัััั ะฑัะปััะต ะผะพะฒัะฐัั, ะฝัะถ ะณะพะฒะพัััั, ะะพั ะฒัััั ะฑะธะฝััััั ัะฐะฝะธ ั ะปัะฑะปััั, ั ะฐะฟะฐััััั ะทะฐ ะถะธััั. * * * ะฟัะบัะตะปัะฝะฐ ะฑัะฑะปัั ะฒ ััะบะฐั ััะตะผัะธัั ัะตััะต ะฒะธะฑะธะฒะฐั ัะธัะผ ะณัะดะต ะผะพัะพั ั ะผะฐัะธ ะฝะฐะด ะฝะฐะผะธ ะฝะธะทัะบะพ ะฒ ะฑะพะปะพัั ัะปะธะทัะบะพ ะณะพะปะพั ะะพะณะฐ ะผะพะฒัะธัั ะทะดะฐััััั ะฒัะฝ ะทะฐะปะธัะธะฒ ัั ะทะตะผะปั ะฒ ะฟะตััั ะดะฝั ะฒ ะฟะตัััะน ะถะต ั ะฒะธะปั ะพะดัะฐะทั ะฟััะปั ะฝะพะฒะพะณะพ ัะพะบั ะผะพะถะปะธะฒะพ, ะฟััะปั ะ ัะทะดะฒะฐ ะบะพัะพััะต, ะดะพ ะพะบัะฟะฐััั ะฐ ะฟััะปั? ัะธ ะทะณะฐะดัะฒะฐะฒ ะฒัะฝ ัั ะบัะฐั? ัััั ะทะฐะผัะฝะพะฒะฐะฝั ะฟะพะปั ัะพะทััะถะบะธ ะดะพ ะทััะพะบ ัะฟัะพะฑัะน ะฟัะพะนัะธ ะฝะต ะทะฐัะตะฟะธะฒัะธ ัะฟัะพะฑัะน ะฝะต ะฟัะดััะฒะฐัะธัั ะฝะต ะฒะฟะฐััะธ ะฒ ะฑะตะทะพะดะฝั ะทัะฝะธัั ัะฟัะพะฑัะน ะฒะธะถะธัะธ ะฒ ััะน ะทะธะผั ัะฟัะพะฑัะน ะฝะต ะทะฐะปะธัะธัะธัั ั ะทะตะผะปั ะัะพ ัะต ะน ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ะฒะพะฝะฐ ะฟัะพ ัะต ะน ะฒะพะฝะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ัะตะฟัั ะฝะฐ ะดะพะฒะพัะฝะฝะธั ัะฒััะปะธะฝะฐั ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ะฟัะฐั ั ัะธะทะพะบัะธะปั ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ะฟะพะถะพะฒะบะปั ะปะธััะธ ั ะฟะพัะตัะบ ะฒะพัะตะฝะธ ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ะผะฐะปะตะฝัะบั ะผะฐะผั ั ะดัะดะฐ ะฝะฐ ะฒัะดะฑะธัะบะฐั ัะฟะพะณะฐะดัะฒ ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ัะฝะธ ั ะฝัะฑะธ ะฟัะพ ั ะพะปะพะด ัััั ะฒะตัะฝะธ ะฟัะพ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝั ััะบะธ ะพะฑะปะธััั ัะพัะธ ะฟัะพ ะฟะพัะพะถะฝั ะฑัะดะธะฝะบะธ ะฟัะพ ัะฝัะณ ั ะบะฒััะฝั ะฟัะพ ะฒัะต ัะต ะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ัะตะบะฐะน ะฑัะดะธ ะบะฐะทะฐะปะฐ: ะฝะฐััะฒะฐััััั ั ะผะฐัะธ ะฒัะนะฝะธ ัััั, ัะพัะฝะธะน ะดะธะผ ะฝัะฑะธ ััะผะฐะฝ ะฟัะพะฝะธะบะฐั ั ะผัััะพ ะท ะผะพัั ะฟัะพะฝะธะบะฐั ะฝะฐ ะบะพะถะฝั ะฒัะปะธัั ะฒ ะบะพะถะตะฝ ะฑัะดะธะฝะพะบ ัะบ ัะตะฟะตั ัะฝะธัะธ ัะบ ัะตะฟะตั ะฑััะธ ะฟัะพ ัะต ะน ะฒะพะฝะฐ ะณะพะฒะพัะธะปะฐ ะฒะพะณะฝั ะผัััะฐ ั ะพะปะพะดะฝั ััะผัะฝั ะฒัะปะธัั ะผัััะฐ ะฟะพัะพะถะฝั ะฒะฝะพัั ะฝะฐ ัะทะฑััััั ะปะตะถะธัั ะผะตัะฐะป ะปัะดะธ ัะฐ ะทะฒััั ัััั, ัะธัะตะฝะฐ ะทะฒััะธัั ะฒะพะปะธ ะถ ะฒะพะฝะฐ ะทะฐะผะพะฒะบะฝะต ะบะพะปะธ .......... .......... .......... ั ัะบ ัะตะฟะตั ะฒ ะพัั ะดะธะฒะธัะธัั ัะบ ัะตะฟะตั ะณะพะฒะพัะธัะธ ัะบ ะฟะธัะฐัะธ ะปะธััะธ .......... .......... .......... ะปะธัะต ะพะฑัะนะผะฐัะธ ะปะธัะต ะพะฑัะนะผะฐัะธ ะปะธั ะฑัะปะพ ะฑะธ ะบะพะณะพ .......... .......... .......... ั ะผะพะฒัะฐัะธ * * * ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ ะผะตะฝั ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะต ะดะฐะปะฐ ะััะพะณะพ ะพะบััะผ ะปัะฑะพะฒั ัะฐ ะทะตะผะปั ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ ะผะตะฝั ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะต ะดะฐะปะฐ ะะบััะผ ะฝะตะฑะฐ ัะฐ ััะผ'ั ะะบััะผ ะฟะพะฒัััั ะฏะบะธะผ ะฝััะบ ะฝะต ะฝะฐะดะธั ะฐัะธัั ัััั ะฒะตัะฝะธ ะะทะฐะณะฐะปั ะฝะต ะฝะฐะดะธั ะฐัะธัั ะะพะณะพ ะทะฐะฒะถะดะธ ะผะฐะปะพ ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ ะััะพะณะพ ะผะตะฝะต ะฝะต ะฝะฐะฒัะธะปะฐ ะััะพะณะพ ะะบััะผ ะฝะตะทะปะฐะผะฝะพััั ัะฐ ะฒััะธ ะะบััะผ ัะพะณะพ ัะพ ะะฐ ัะฒะพัะน ะทะตะผะปั ัะฒะพั ะฟัะฐะฒะดะฐ ั ัะธะปะฐ ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะต ะทะฝะฐั ะััะพะณะพ ะบััะผ ะฟะตัะตะผะพะณะธ ะ ะฒัะปัะฝะธั ะบัะธะป ะผััั ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ โ ะฟัะพัััั ะฝะตะทะฐะปะตะถะฝะพััั ะัะน ะฟัะฝะบั ะฝะตะทะปะฐะผะฝะพััั ะะพั ะปัะฑะพะฒ ะ ะผะพั ะฒััะฐ ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ โ ะบัะพะฒ ั ะฒะตะฝะฐั ะงะตัะฒะพะฝะฐ ััััั ัะดะตั ะฟัะฐัั ั ะฑะพัะพััะฑะธ ะฆั ะบัะฐัะฝะฐ ะผะตะฝั ะฝััะพะณะพ ะฝะต ะดะฐะปะฐ ะััะพะณะพ ะะบััะผ ัะพะณะพ ัะพ ั - ั ะ ัะฐะบะธั ั - ะผัะปัะนะพะฝะธ.
All poems are from my copy of the book โThree Medals in the Drawerโ
thank you!