And everyone had his own Stalingrad
And no one backed off in the trenches so frozen
And still we won..
G. Poshenyan (translated by MS)
Noblesse Oblige (Nobility obliges)
No smaller is the judgment of the dead
Than that of living; to the end of mine
Let in my soul thunder that salute
Of Victory and glorious farewell
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