Your son is in the army, and you are planning to make him a demobilization album. Do not forget to include poems about the army in it, and we will be happy to help you with this! In this article you will find a selection that includes a wide variety of poems about demobilization, about seeing your son off to the army, about service, as well as, of course, poems from your mother to the army.
1. Poems for seeing off to the army.
It's time, friend, to become a soldier for a while:
Comprehend military science.
Peel potatoes, run with a machine gun,
Protect the Fatherland from enemies.
We are seeing off to the army today
Great kid, well done.
And from the bottom of our hearts we wish you
So that the service goes on easily and quickly.
To return glorious, matured,
Having gained strength, health and mind.
So that the girl, remaining in civilian life,
I loved you, believed you, waited.
In the army, than the word MAMA,
There is nothing more expensive
She alone will wait for her son
After all, this is her gold.
To serve is an honor, it is your direct duty,
You will become stronger both in spirit and in body,
We will be looking forward to home for you
Knowing that somewhere you are busy!
Let you be so far from us
We will all be glad to your success!
Let it be very easy to serve in the army,
You will be, believe me, an excellent soldier!
Haircut, shape, automatic machine.
The guy is what you need.
You are a real soldier
We are glad for you!
Even though today we are with you
Still we part
You will be back in a year
We will wait for you.
Today we accompany you to the service,
You are courageous, brave, young,
And we will wait for you very amicably,
Just a little bit and see you.
Just a little bit, you'll see, soon,
We hug you tightly again,
With you we will be thoughts, soul,
You are only dear, take care of yourself!
We accompany you to the army,
We say today "Good luck!"
We wish you an easy service,
You are sad about us, but only a little bit.
Always be fast, dexterous, courageous,
To easily execute commands,
Be an exemplary and skillful fighter,
Well, we will all be waiting for you!
***
Father, you know I dream ...
Not about cars and money!
I fly like you in my dreams
Walking in blue skies ...
Then I fly as a bird in mi-8,
I fall into the clouds
And damp autumn is overboard,
And I'm wrapped in silk
I dream about how I walk
And I throw my eyes to the heavens
I stand watching with a smile
How the domes "fall" down.
Father, you know I fell in love ...
Yes, not a girl from the yard ...
Since I was your son -
I will look like you!
Father, I know it's dangerous.
I know it's not easy.
But it's even clear to you
Serving a man is destined!
Snow is falling, mom!
It's time for me to leave.
I’ll hug you - don’t cry, mom ...
I will miss you very much.
I will miss homemade food
Which you cook so delicious!
Now there are only dreams about the citizen ...
But fortunately, you can't stop time.
The year will fly by quickly!
You won't notice, Mom.
At the station the train will hum
Meet right on the platform.
In the meantime, I serve
I repay the debt to the Motherland ...
I'll tell you straight, mom:
There is no more uncomfortable shoe than an army boot.
I'm guarding your sleep, mom ...
I know you like to sleep.
My service is like this -
Protect your sleep from troubles and bad weather.
2. Poems about the first days in the army
First week of service.
"First week of service. How long.
Time! Please, hurry up!
I wish I could cross out seven days soon!
Flip the calendar soon ..
How are you there, dear? How do you live there?
With whom did you become friends? Did you see what in your dream?
What are you being fed? Maybe you need something?
What else can I tell you?
What I love, and I wait, and I really miss
That my heart hurts for you
Dreams of how I see you off
You serve, son, I always wait for you! "
Mama. How her heart aches.
And the soul trembles from the unknown.
Mama. As soon as he hears the call
He immediately runs to the phone.
How hours and days go by, believe me,
Waiting for the coveted call.
And before the first, and at all, so it seemed to her,
As far as Africa, I walked faster.
Take care of your mothers, soldiers!
And have mercy on your mother's heart.
There is nothing more expensive in the world
Than the love of children and mothers!
They served a week.
Guys are soldiers!
Guys in outfits!
And the service goes on for a week!
And moms miss you!
Can't sleep at night!
Mom is waiting for her son now!
2 weeks behind.
Two weeks behind
The service is not easy to carry
But distant dmb
Still waiting ahead!
Two weeks of service.
Two weeks of service passed,
The most difficult, longest, endless,
How difficult it will be, we did not know
The days dragged on for a long time, like eternity.
Little by little we will count down our year,
Much, dear, lies ahead.
But today we will not be sad
Congratulations, we're two weeks past!
***
We walked for two weeks.
Son! Two weeks already walked!
The study is now your home ...
Serve worthily and help your friends!
We are proud of you and wait!
The service is in progress.
Son, you serve on the sly,
You are sick, and calluses on your feet ...
I believe you are no longer a boy
You can handle it on kmb, in the fields.
I miss you so much
And all my thoughts are about how you are,
Learning to endure and wait, I know
Our day will come, and we will be together!
***
Three weeks have passed.
The days are running, the weeks are counting
And soon we will pass the first month,
My son, we are waiting for you, we miss you
We don't care about all the difficulties with you!
***
We serve for three weeks.
We serve with you for three weeks
My soldier, my hero!
Let it be not easy, but we can!
I'm waiting! My love is with you!
Three weeks of service are over.
Three weeks of the army are over!
Congratulations, our soldier, we are you!
You serve, try, do not be sad!
Mom is waiting at home, relatives and all friends!
Everything will be fine with you!
We know it's not easy for you guys there!
The wheel of time runs quietly
Approaching the soldier's demobilization!
The first month has passed.
You are now a soldier with us, and we are proud of you!
We wait and believe, a year will pass, and our order will come out!
Our first month, son, dragged along so slowly,
Do not be sad, dear, we will serve and leave for the reserve!
Thirty days have passed.
Thirty days, so long and so short
It seems that six months have already passed,
Wait 11 for the same amount left,
Dembel is inevitable, we know!
The first month was served.
So they served a month,
My son, do not be sad!
We lived apart for a whole month,
Much lies ahead.
You studied for a whole month
Be a soldier, my dear!
This month dragged on so
But gone, longing away!
A month without you.
I am a month without you, 30 days not with you,
This long year you will be in my soul with me,
It's hard for you and me to miss so much
But it’s not a year, 11 months to wait!
Two months in the army.
Son, you are in the army for 2 months,
And as if an eternity had passed ...
It's hard for all of us, you, son, be patient!
We love and are waiting very, very much for you!
Son for 2 months of service.
If I could, I would be with you
These two long months, my dear boy!
The army divorced us, became fate for a year,
It's hard for me without you, I miss you so much, dear!
How I would like to be next to you when you sleep,
Feed homemade food, listen when you grumble
Heal when you get sick, but you have to wait
Calls just live and miss you.
I know it's not easy for you to be far from us
Serve without jambs and carry out orders,
We believe in you, son, and we are waiting for our order with you,
When our June comes, when we go to the reserve!
More than 60 days have passed.
More than sixty days and nights have passed
How did you take your children to the service,
The hearts of soldiers' mothers ache,
There are no sons around for two months!
But time is slowly passing
The son is serving, his mother is very much waiting for him at home!
Your year will pass, and every son will come home,
And mother's melancholy in the soul will pass!
Congratulations son!
Sonny, we congratulate you on your date!
Two months of service have passed!
We are proud of you and we are waiting home, loving!
Everything will be fine with us!
3. Poems about the army
Oh, Warrior, living by service,
Read the Charter for the coming sleep,
And in the morning he rose from sleep,
Take on the Charter again ...
There is no love here, but there are soldiers
There is no sun here, only rains.
We hold machines in our hands,
So that someone can hold flowers.
***
Call more often, sidekick,
Call the army soldier.
He is very much looking forward to a call from you,
After all, he was your brother in the wild!
***
Don't be sad my mom
May your sleep always be strong.
I would sit with you next to me,
But I'm sorry there is a soldier's law.
Forgive me if you can, dear,
That I was rude to you so often.
I now have the heart of a soldier
But I have not forgotten your caresses.
***
The Russian guy does not run from bullets,
The Russian guy does not moan in pain,
The Russian guy does not burn on fire,
A Russian guy doesn't drown in water ...
Weariness knocked us down
The weeks went by day after day.
Yes, we got it in the army,
But there is also something to remember!
On this day and at this hour, our home has disappeared for us,
There were only alarms, running, barracks noise,
Very early rise and walking in the ranks,
Because from now on I will learn the severity of service!
***
We were gripped by the salty heat
We breathed sultry dust
But a sergeant was running ahead,
And we ran as best we could.
Blood pounded loudly in the temples
And I was intolerably thirsty.
This old march has become
A throw from youth to maturity.
***
There are no brides here - only soldiers
There is no love here - only longing
And instead of a cute one - automata
With a shiny bayonet blade.
***
Ah, the army, the foreign side,
And for a year I'm like in a tank
But still she, brother, is needed
To appreciate all the delights of a citizen!
Close your eyes.
Imagine comfort
Imagine the place
Where they will always understand
Where there is no evil and no sorrow,
Where you are always missed.
You will say - there is no such place ...
No, there is - Parental heart!
4. The text of the oath is in each of our albums, but the verse about the oath can be taken from this collection
Flags are proudly blowing with the wind,
And under them you stand.
The loud words of the oath
You speak with an oath.
You are the protector for the people
And for the whole big country,
Where there is equality, freedom,
Where should we save the world!
You took the oath, son,
And you keep your way to the army.
Know that you are not alone in life
And we will not sleep today.
We wish you well
Health, loyal friends.
It's time to grow up
And come back soon!
Sounds of honor and courage
The sounds of courage male
I hear in the words of the oath,
My son pronounces them!
I swore to defend the country,
Serve by faith, by righteousness!
Until the last I would not give up,
So that we can live in the world!
How much could I write
I know that paper will endure a lot ...
Mother looks at the soldier-son, -
Did she really live? Oath!
The heart stops ... and the eyes
Like many here - in a wet place ...
The son of Russia-mother said,
That in any trouble he is with her!
Keeps the machine gun at the ready ...
Not a boy - already quite a man!
Gods, if you look from heaven
Calm down my mess ...
The clock is ticking very quickly ...
Time is evil for us, or is it good?
I'm getting old ... But my son is growing up ...
Did she really live? Oath!
Today is an important day of the oath
And you don't hide your excitement!
After all, in front of the Motherland and the flag
You swear allegiance to the country!
You swear to be the most worthy
And defend your power!
Mom is proud of you now
She has a right to it!
Here is the day of the oath
The month has passed.
All the guys are happy
There is a step behind.
There are many steps here,
In the army, dear.
We will overcome everything
And let's go home!
You became a soldier, you became a man
You gave an oath to the Fatherland.
We are proud of you today.
We want you to know about this.
We wish you success in your service
And dreams come true.
Be strong, brave and courageous
The defender of his country.
Your valor, courage and courage -
Protection and stronghold of our Motherland.
Your oath sounds on the parade ground
Service starts counting down!
You took the oath today.
Congratulations dear.
You always serve with courage
Take care of the rest of the country.
We wish you not to sleep at the post,
Live the everyday life of the army.
And about the years of this service
To keep the memory in my heart.
Oath day is a special day
Our unit is built on the parade ground.
You were boys yesterday
And today you stand - warriors.
The system froze in anticipation,
For good and in the name of life
Every son and soldier and hero
He swore allegiance to the Fatherland.
There are still so many days ahead!
So many difficult roads have not been traveled
There will be so much snow and rain
Thrown under the soldiers' feet!
We wish you to serve you with dignity,
And we will pray for you ..
..Why does it ache in my chest,
Why can't I sleep at night?
5. Army friendship is also a common theme for poetry.
Army friendship is worthy of a medal ..
We lived nearby for a year, suffered, dreamed ..
Before demobilization, the days were counted every evening,
And we all learned about each other in a year.
We shared our joy, we shared our sorrows ..
We entertained ourselves as much as we could ..
We learned to find positive everywhere,
We learned to serve in this madhouse.
Time-tested strong friendship
There is no friend closer to me, truer and more necessary.
Without a doubt, I will go on reconnaissance with a friend,
An army friend is not more important in life.
***
A friend in the Army is dearer than a brother,
Nothing is scary with him there,
Friendship is like a fortress for a soldier,
He will always save him from troubles.
When demobilization comes,
Let it take many years
We remember army friends
There is no stronger friendship in the army!
***
Friendship is the same as in a paratrooper family,
As they say - everyone would!
By our friendship we are strong on earth,
We are thrice strong in the sky!
***
I'll open my demobilized, green album
Where does the time of urgent service look from?
There in every photo, in any name
Advice and promise to you to remember friendship!
***
Service gives birth to strong, male friendship!
We drank tea from kettles
They were chopping rations of black bread.
In a cold, damp, wicked autumn.
It used to be that someone got tired
Fell where he stood.
But instantly he remembered home
And my own mother ...
We ran for a long time, as if delirious,
And fell asleep on the go
And we cursed this service.
It used to be that someone got tired
Fell where he stood
But instantly he remembered home
And my own mother.
We stood, waited for the helicopter ...
That day dragged on like a year
When we were at the airfield.
And the evil frost bound the boots,
And the wind ruffled the camouflage,
And only the thought of home warmed me.
6. Poems about demobilization
Demobilization soon, we are waiting for the decree.
Dembeles will be sent to the reserve.
Our commander, by order,
He will write us off to civilian life.
Demobilization soon, wait a bit.
The day will come, we will see you.
Soon home, road to you
Will lead. Meet us.
Time and years pass
But you will always remember
How I made my bed
I grabbed the ankle boots on the move,
And hiding somewhere in my thoughts,
The last one to carry out the order
And you will retire to the reserve ...
***
I will open the demob album
Tears will fall from my eyes ...
I will remember again about the past -
Your first battle order.
How I served my home country
Sometimes I wore an outfit at night,
The girl that I dreamed of
She never became a wife.
Fighters with whom he was friends.
And the sash K.P.P. gate.
And how he left for demobilization.
***
I will open the demob album
Tears will fall from my eyes ...
I will remember again about the past -
Your first battle order.
How I served my home country
Sometimes I wore an outfit at night,
The girl that I dreamed of
She never became a wife.
I'll remember our friendly platoon again,
Fighters with whom he was friends.
And the sash K.P.P. gate.
And how he left for demobilization.
I will put on a new parade
I will leave the unit for good!
In the past, all the army orders,
I will never come back here!
A year has passed, as if it had never happened ...
I handed out all the debts, and let now
Someone will say - it's not enough,
Well, it will be just right for me.
It will be just right for me to be tested
It will be just right for me to be a drill,
Polygons, shooting and push-ups.
A year has passed. I'm going home, mom!
Meet me, my dear,
I'll be right back soon:
Measuring time for the road ...
A day or two - I'm in a hurry!
I've been dreaming about this all year
I dreamed that I was going home.
Everything passed, and you got a son!
Soon, mom, I'll be with you!
***
The new call will change the main one again,
Others have their submachine guns behind their backs.
Everything comes and goes like smoke
Young people will have to serve.
And before it was difficult to imagine
What does army mean, uval, order, lip.
The outfit, the charter ... Why is all this necessary?
And who is to blame for getting there?
Then everything slowly began to clarify,
The meanings of these words became clear.
We have ceased to be afraid of time
We just believed in love more.
Those who have not faced the expectation do not know
How slowly the clock drifts at times.
Time crawls like a turtle
And you no longer notice any beauty.
What is a year for a person's life?
The smallest and pathetic part!
However, for some it will be longer than a century,
For those who promised a soldier to wait correctly.
We've been hugging the phone for a whole year
We are afraid to miss his call.
But he is silent, it happens for a week,
And maybe in a month he will only call.
I know it can be very difficult
When you want to scream in pain.
But you're strong, I know that for sure
Be patient, just a little bit is left to wait!
It's not very easy for him there either,
By the end of the day, there is almost no strength left.
He should get to bed
And only in a dream he touches your lips.
So you live like this for a whole year,
Standby and meeting.
But believe, dear, everything will pass
And soon you will embrace your beloved by the shoulders.
An order comes out, which means demobilization is close.
You smile and look at your watch.
In a couple of days your
boy,
So the army was left behind !!!
7.Congratulations on the demobilization
Recently saw off
But now, you have returned home!
We were all madly waiting for you
So matured - completely different!
We are good for you, remember
And there are no better rewards for us,
We will say honestly and immodestly:
You are our hero, you are our soldier!
That's all, the service rushed by,
The joyful Dembel has arrived.
During this time you are very
Has changed, matured.
Remember your friends in the service
Take care of the memory in your heart.
All knowledge gained
Save it for years.
So the demobilization has come,
You've been waiting for him.
Take it easy and relax
You have become a man.
You are a support for the family
The pride of dad and mom.
In the meantime, walk, dance,
Do not be sad a single gram.
You are another stage
In life I overcame
With demobilization! And let everything be
The way you wanted.
So many days you've been in the army
Served not in vain.
That's really looking forward
Your family is waiting for you.
He was young, green,
When I went to serve.
Now anyone
You can put it down.
Let it be as best as possible
Fate will be formed.
We will be many children
Warm hut.
Easy job,
Faithful wife.
Let love be
Life is surrounded.
The year has passed unnoticed
And you're already going home
You honestly served the Motherland,
You are satisfied with this!
And friends are waiting for you at home
Beloved, dear mother,
Let the road be fast
You are very strong, the most courageous.
I served, I returned home,
Congratulations at last.
And your mother meets you in tears
And next to her is her father.
You're not just a guy now
Service in the past, demobilization you.
And let from today,
All dreams will begin to come true!
Such a selection of poems for your demob albums was prepared by the creative team of the Dembel Album project. A little tip: if a verse seems too long to you, use only the stanzas you like in the demo album!
A HUNDRED DAYS BEFORE ORDER.How proud this phrase sounds,
And very familiar to many
100 days left before the order,
And 200 left to go home!))This is one of the most enjoyable experiences in the life of a soldier. A hundred days is a hundred days before the order.
If spring order, it will be released on March 27.
Stoodnevka until the spring order on December 17.If the order is in the autumn, then it will be released on September 27.
Stoodnevka until the autumn order on June 19.
August 8 (for autumn workers) and February 5 (February 6 in a high-growing year) (for spring-workers) - 50 days before the order, "Day of the Golden Spirit".In parts, this day is celebrated as follows: the spirits and grandfathers change places. The spirit can order to get out, find cigarettes, pump, give birth to sweets, etc. - everything that a grandfather usually does. True, especially the spirits do not scramble, because the next day everything returns to normal.100 DAYS OF SERVICE.
"HUNDRED DAYS SERVED".
We served a hundred days, not a lot, not a little,
For us, this is a Date, for many it is not a date,
And nobody, nobody understands
How does it feel to wait a hundred days for a soldier!We celebrate a hundred days, but it seems - a little,
But these STO days we have lived with dignity!
We missed, suffered, 100 days is a joy!
My son and I have served a whole hundred days !!!FIRST CELL.
The winter passed so quickly
It didn't seem to exist.
The hardest hundred is yours
Son, you've already passed it.You have become older and wiser
My gray hair has increased ...
You only serve a hundred days
There is still so much left for us!Let the time fly faster
So I look forward to seeing you!
You've been serving for a hundred daysCONGRATULATIONS ON THE FIRST HUNDRED!
Sonny, I congratulate you!
We have a holiday today -
The hardest hundred is yours
Dear, you have already passed!You have become older and wiser
My gray hair has increased ...
You only serve a hundred days
There is still so much left for us!Let the time fly faster
So I look forward to seeing you!
You've been serving for a hundred days
The house is getting closer every day!IT'S HAPPENED 100 DAYS AS THE SON WAS LEFT TO SERVE.
100 days have passed since you are gone
(My son went to serve).
In an empty apartment without you
How to live this year?There is a guitar in the corner
And looking at her
I really miss you,
You are my sun!You started calling home less often
And I'm still waiting for the call.
Hear your own voice
I dream from far away.I want to know how you serve
Have you found friends
And how do you live there
In that army family.100 days have passed
And now another 100 will fly by the same way,
Will remain to serve you
Almost a third of the way.I'm waiting for that day to come
You will return home
Open our door quietly
And I will meet with you.And the guitar will sound again
On a July summer day
And the house will become more fun
Cozier and warmer.I'm waiting for you, my dear son!
Come home soon!
Let it stay behind
All the "cargo" of the army days.A HUNDRED DAYS BEHIND THE SON.
A thousand gathered on a coin!
Mother counted and smiled!
One hundred days behind my son!
One hundred nights as mom "voltanoes" !!!What friends !!? We have a holiday today?
I sent an SMS to the soldier that I'm proud
That the best son in the world ...
But something itself became very sad.Something completely ran out of strength,
And my soul was torn to pieces
Quiet, quiet, slowly, with a creak
All these days crawled by.As if the heart and mind were taken out,
And suddenly all people became strangers ...
Well, let's not, my dear, about the sad!
It's a holiday! We will rejoice!100 DAYS BEFORE ORDER.
TESTAMENT DATE.
100 days before the Order is a cherished date,
She is like a lighthouse, like a star for a soldier.
He is waiting for her, reaching out to her!You served honestly - did not leave your post.
Your conscience is absolutely clear.
You will be proud of your service!
100 days before the Order, only 100 days!You fell in love with the brotherhood of soldiers.
Batey was your dear commander.
There is little left, serve more fun!
100 days before the order, only 100 days!A HUNDRED DAYS TILL THE AUTUMN ORDER.
June came, he brought joy
For glorious warriors, guys, -
100 days left before the order
Our dear soldiers!A little more, a little more
It remains for the children to serve,
The road is waiting for everyone's house,
Let the path for them lie smooth!Someone in the fall, someone in the winter
Go home, for demobilization, have to.
Let the sun be warm, like in spring,
The day of meeting your son will light up!In the meantime, June is blooming
Stands outside our windows,
But ahead, not far off,
September, what does the Order bring us!ONLY ONE HUNDRED DAYS.
Not long left before the order -
Only a hundred days! This, really, is a little!
And I know when you fall asleep
You are dreaming of a demobilization soon!Only six months will pass, and you will wait
You will serve, dear, and you will return!
Come back home soon
We are waiting for you, our dear soldier!50 DAYS BEFORE ORDER.
It is known that army bread is not sweet:
For hundreds of miles, the usual way of life and home,
Training, guards and outfits,
Cross in OZK in the pouring rain.
And let the heart-rending "Flash on the right!"
We fly into a puddle, swearing wildly,
But we understand, reasoning sensibly,
It’s not a century to knead this dirt with our belly.50 days before the order! We walked a long time to this date!
50 days before the order! They served, following all orders!
50 days before the order! I want so much home soon!The boots of the new ones have not yet worn out the back,
And rubs the oak belt under the rib.
Continuous weekdays, only lights out like a holiday,
Before demobilization, like walking to the moon.
Everything will fit into a rut, by itself,
And lead us to the service track
To the verification on which we are out of order
Not according to the charter, let us shout after "I".50 days before the order! Shout, land, do not spare your strength.
50 days before the order! We deserve the title of "demobels"!
50 days before the order! It's time to collect the horses home.
50 days before the order! Only 50 days!And there it is no longer especially time for service -
Worries will be more about something else:
Sew the parade at the waist narrower,
And glue the pictures into the demobilization album,
Attach an aiguillette, sew on chevrons ...
Here you just need to know when to stop
So that the uniform comes out, and not the crow's ball,
To please friends, father and mother!50 days before the order! Forgive us for the liberties, starley.
50 days before the order! The army was full of "jelly"!
50 days before the order! We will soon scatter across the country.
50 days before the order! Only 50 days!100 DAYS TO DUMBEL.
ONLY ONE HUNDRED DAYS.
Just a hundred days - and I will go to the reserve.
I lost the habit of something from the "citizen",
So that "Adidas" was on my feet,
And not a tarpaulin, and not footcloths.
Lost the habit of speaking culturally,
Without supporting the word with obscenities.
Forgot what the word means - "to live"
Not "serve". Don't be a soldier.
That you can just walk
Not on the parade ground, chasing steps,
And the combatant does not shout
About the fact that "my mother is waiting for me."
Weaned from female warmth,
From kisses and hugs.
And the one who was waiting
Now he is unlikely to recognize me ...
Just a hundred days - and I will go home.
It seemed that a year was not so long
But I'm completely different now
I served until my demobilization period!A HUNDRED DAYS TO HOME.
One hundred days to the point, one hundred days to the house.
My son will return, smile familiarly,
Will hug you tighter, as in childhood,
I will press my cheek to the shoulder of the soldier son.
I'll tell him how I lived, waited,
And how I was afraid to part with the phone,
And as I counted the days, I cried at night,
And I collected clips from pictures in tears ...
I'll tell you more ...
No! I won't! Do not...
I will smile at him and say: "How glad I am ..."I HAVE ONLY HUNDRED DAYS LEFT!
The service is coming to an end
There are only a hundred days left.
I'm going home to my family
I'll go to my beloved.And it seems, recently called,
I took the oath,
Only a hundred remained, and soon
I will see my dear station.Time flies by
And yet I managed to understand
How I miss my mom
Hurry her!How nice and very pulling
Everything that is there, behind the fence ...
And only 100 days
Separates me from home!
COUNTDOWN.The last weaving, countdown.
And soon the plane will take home.
Where mothers and loved ones are waiting for a whole year.
We count the days. Countdown!The outfits in the night will soon run out
Ups, alarms, your shifts,
Both builds and PCBs.
And you will see demobilization not only in a dream!One thing upsets - you will part,
Friends, with whom you went side by side all year,
Those with whom you have shared so much adversity,
You will remain friends, and the demobilization will come!A HUNDRED TO DEMBEL.
We are just a little bit left before demobilization !!!
I smiled like an idiot all day!
The dog in the elevator, the grandmother at the bus stop,
And on my nose, a cow shrunk in specks !!!I was ready to hug the whole world !!!
I chased in my head a hundred times again, -
Only a hundred days, and the son will return home !!!
And a completely different life will begin for us !!!He promised to drive mom to run in the morning,
On Saturdays, PCBs do together,
He ordered to erase the dust from the exercise bike, - to ride,
Squat, and (how can I !!!) do push-ups !!!Her internet boy was leaving,
All in virtual and secret toys,
And he will come back as a man who has matured!
Yes, and I will become noticeably older in a year!No matter how life goes, I know
I won't trade this year for anything!
We both understood a lot this year,
Even though I didn't say a word to my son,How she broke my mother, like a drug addict ...
How not clinked, most, relatives, strange!
It was impossible to breathe during the day without a son,
And at night it is disturbing to look at the ceiling ...How my palm grew together with the phone,
As I prayed to God "MEGAFON",
So that the connection with the son is not interrupted ...
And then what else was there for us?I didn’t go to my son’s empty room ...
And now I’m there day and night,
It was so unbearable without a son
Heart skipped a beat - how are you, dear?Kilograms of handkerchiefs and liters of drops ..
And his calluses, snot, cough ...
And drills, shooting, marches and crosses ...
Well this is a drama! How can you not hang your spout?How much passed and how much experienced ...
Only a hundred days left for us to live
And today we will celebrate the holiday!
Only a hundred days, and I will meet my son!200 DAYS OF SERVICE.
200 DAYS BEYOND.
We have two hundred days behind you,
You and I are seasoned soldiers!
Let a lot more to come
With honor we will go through all the dates!We will be together soon, my dear!
Summer will fly by, autumn will also pass,
And we'll wait for demobilization with you
How we are waiting for you at home, very, very!OUR TWO POINT.
We are celebrating the two-point today!
Only 165 left!
We love you very much, we wait, we miss you,
And we continue to wait, love, miss!Together we will overcome everything!
Our DMB is already close!
Our dear, let the days run faster!
We will be together soon, everything will be fine !!!WE SERVE 200 DAYS.
Son, dear, how I love you!
I miss you so much
I have already lived 200 days without you
Only one dream about meeting.And 165 more days ahead ...
This figure is partly scary,
But 200 days are already behind
And we are getting closer to our happiness.If you knew, dear, how I want to hug,
Press your hands closer to my heart ...
Run a headache in your eyes, kiss you on your forehead,
Eh, come on quickly, the year of separation ...I'm with you, do you hear, son? Is always
I will be there, and no matter what happens,
You are my dearest person forever!
I dreamed of our meeting again ...300 DAYS OF SERVICE.
THREE POINT.
Three hundred square meters passed, soon home!
And soon, my friend, we will say goodbye to you!
I'll go rather to my native land,
Where my dear mother is waiting for me!SERVED FOR 300 DAYS.
We served for three hundred days!
Well done! Hooray!
Turbine noise - three hundred days.
It's time for you to go home!
Three hundred days have already flown by
And a little more.
Time! You run faster
Soon my son is on the road.
Three hundred days! How thoughts beat
And they knock on the temple.
Demobilization soon, demobilization soon!
Be patient, son!
Sixty five days left
How hard it is to wait.
But, on the other hand, a cheerful glass
We will meet you!
Eh, guys, congratulations -
It will all be over soon!
Outside the gates, at the part
DEMBEL IS WAITING FOR YOU!
My dear son is leaving to serve.
How imperceptibly he grew up.
At least they say: Serve for a year!
I cannot resist without tears.
I carried my son in my arms,
She guarded every step.
He grew up - what a power!
Goes under the army flag.
I will hide my tears from my son.
Let him serve calmly.
And a year later, handsome, strong
My son will come to his home ...The stuffy, alarming, night silence presses anxiety on the chest.
The heart, like a seagull on a quiet wave, also cannot sleep.
A small candle burns, a prayer flies into the sky:
"Give him strength for hundreds of roads, ward off evil."
The wind swayed the old maple in a hurry, casting a shadow on the clock.
Virgin Mary shakes the child. "God have mercy, save."
In the room where he learned to walk, his voice seems to be.
In the sky, the bitten moon trembles like a large float.
The rain pounded. The candle is burning out, and outside the window everything is brighter,
Mothers often do not sleep at night - mothers are expecting sons.
It seems to them for some reason that nights are always more terrible than days.
"Virgin Mary, night star, God save, save!"I will hide my sorrow, I will hide
And you won't see my son's tears
God only knows how much I love you,
As I wait for you counting days, weeks.
I only want to confess to you one thing
You are the meaning of my whole difficult life
I'm really looking forward to when you come home
My dear son, protector and man.Do your service in peacetime
Let people exchange war for friendship.
Let the peaceful sky send you light
Let your generation of war not know.
I raised you so that you live forever,
Not for war, but for peace, of course.
I grew up, taught, the motherland is like a mother
And her sons must repay her debt.
In the fight for her you will be able to stand
And I know you will defeat the enemy in battle.
But let that moment never be
And then you will engage in peaceful labor.
You plow the land, this wheat on it,
And I will help you raise your children.
Let the bright sun look at the earth
And the mind will win the war forever.And let them say that we cluck like hens!
Those who have not passed will not understand ...
Not every day children fly away from cozy nests.
For us, that year is like a whole long five ...
Because we miss them and we miss them,
For them, so beloved and dear!
Please, people, do not judge harshly,
Don't say we're whining here!
It's just easier for us to wait for the boys together,
Who left to serve for a year.
And there are no funny pants on the rope
And now they themselves will wash and sew!
We just wait and share the news together.
It is easier for us, believe me, and brighter.
A year will pass, and we will become like iron.
Nothing will make us sad!50 days - and the service will end,
You, tired, will return home.
Take off your ankle boots and a cold voice
Say: "How I dreamed, my God!"
You will find your slippers in the hallway
That they waited for you for a whole year
And you will grab a cat in an armful,
He was also waiting for you, our cat!
Well, everything is still in the room,
Everything is as it was when I left
And your computer with children's games
Do you remember how you loved to play?
You will lie down on your beloved sofa,
So that I don't see, you will sigh
And you will say quietly in a childish way:
"That's all, Mom, this year has passed!"
Your eyes are too grown-up
And the smile is a bit different
It's enough for me to just look
Into your blue eyes.
You don't have to tell me anything
I will understand everything, sonny!
You will come up, just hug it tenderly,
I will secretly whisk away a tear.
You don't need to say anything
There is the fate of the mother's thread,
That only bound OUR souls
In a special way, for life!Day by day the calendar flips ...
Everything seemed to be like yesterday.
I accompany you for a year
And I look into my own eyes.
There was a little bit of b ** h in them,
You smiled at me not funny.
How could I pray for you
"I will die without you" - it seemed ...
Day by day calendar stubbornly
He was counting down the sad months.
To live, of course, was necessary,
To be sure to meet with you ...
Here is January, frightened by frost,
I ran far - far away ...
And now February is gray prose
Will know how hard it is for me!
Here I am smiling unfunny
And I live - I don't live - I don't understand ...
I seem to wake up in the morning
As always, I run to work.
Every month is excruciatingly long
Barely dragging along a little alive ...
Hiding tears, praying only to God
I'm waiting for you, my son, I'm with you ...The soul suddenly split in half ...
So it fell out of hand by accident.
When you said to me: "See you, mom!"
And I got on the train, and my hand sadly
I'm waving, but the train is accelerating.
I run, but I can't catch up with him, where is there ...
One piece of soul whispers: "Only a year!"
Another says: "Please, don't cry, mom!"
I hold a shattered soul in my hands
Far from the train - not a light.
I bring it to my lips, whisper: "Listen,
Fly forward, there, save your son "
One piece of soul sprang up
And dashed off into the distance, to catch up with the train ...
The other smiled sadly
And she said to me: "Let's wait together"
We will wait by all means ...
Through all roads, countries, cities!
For saying: "I'm back. Mom!"
You know, and I'll give half my life ...You serve, well, I'm still waiting
This is how our roles were distributed
Back when your first cry
I heard that day in the hospital ...
And I will wait as long as necessary
Pray, believe, ward off adversity
I'll wait! I want to squeeze you to my chest
Do you understand, son, what happiness is in this ?!
I'll tell you what it means to wait
Do not sleep at night, or sleep, but rave
Do not receive a call for weeks
It is almost impossible to believe the words "all is well" ...
And, with every bare nerve to catch the sound
And the intonation of a native voice ...
... In the meantime ...
While you serve, son ...
And gritting my teeth when it hurts
GET UP! FIGHT! GO! LIVE!
Until they tell you "at ease" ...
Save, Lord, you! Save!I wear a quiet sadness in my soul
And often, often, I sigh out of place ...
I'm waiting for my son. I'm really looking forward to my son ...
And every day I live like a month ...
I am a thousand alarms through a thousand minutes
I carry it from morning until the darkest night.
How strange ... Somewhere they dance and sing ...
And I'm ... expecting a son. Highly. Highly...The shooting range calmed down, cooled down
automatic machines,
There is powder blue in the taiga.
Tired soldiers have been sleeping for a long time,
And somewhere out there, among them, and you, my son. Let you dream about the house and mom,
And may the Lord always keep you,
And let the day come sooner, that
most,
When the "Order" is yours
will sound. Well, for now, soldier, I wish you
Training alarms, but not combat ones,
Above the landfill - the chirping of a flock of birds,
Targets - only plywood, not
alive. And may friends always be with you,
God forbid you to experience losses,
And at a harsh hour, if necessary,
With friends standing close by. If you dream, let you smile sweet
And children, those who are not yet ...
And let the prayer "Lord, have mercy!"
Saves from misfortunes and from troubles. Then someday you will tell your son
When he steps over his own threshold:
“Go, go your way and become a man,
and may the Lord protect you, son! "Another 100 days - and I can.
Happy, hug you!
I'll run along the platform
Afraid to be late for the carriage ...
I'll lay the best table -
Everything you love and loved!
I raise my glass: "For
What have you, my son, experienced! "
And what I went through.
Why talk about it!
I'm happy that I could
How do you survive all this ...December, frost, and a lump in the throat freezes,
I am standing at the very edge of the platform.
The smile of a son is somewhere outside the window,
And two palms on the glass of the car.
And two palms - you can't hold back the time,
Farther and farther, the train rushes into the darkness.
I won't cry. I'll just wait
When my son returns home to me ...I know I need to hold on
What you need to pack up and wait!
Make my way from this day
Another and try again
Gather yourself piece by piece
Be strong like our fighters!
Do not whine, do not whine, smile,
We are in this, girls, specialists!
After all, we are soldier's mothers!
We can do anything, wait for the soldiers!
We really need this whole year
Believe in good things, in guys!
Sonny will call, mom is glad
Will give a clear report with a smile!
Calm soldier - that's the reward!
What else do moms want?
Let him know - everything is in order in the rear!
And the houses are proud and waiting!
When there is no anxiety in the soul
Days run faster!
