Soldiers in battle Truman
بوستر - الحرب الكورية الأمريكية
Soldiers in battle Truman
Lose the guns, tanks,
But an excellent pig
Recaptured peasant “
Samuel Marshak
The Soviet people were sent to the press heartfelt poems on the theme of solidarity with Korea:
No, he had never achieved
Success in their undertaking brazen.
I, like everyone, I throw the call:
Away, murderers, from Korea!
agronomist from Alma-Ata
We demand: Hands off Korea
American stranglers free!
War does not want working people
mechanic from Kuibyshev
Soldiers in battle Truman
Lose the guns, tanks,
But an excellent pig
Recaptured peasant “
Samuel Marshak
The Soviet people were sent to the press heartfelt poems on the theme of solidarity with Korea:
No, he had never achieved
Success in their undertaking brazen.
I, like everyone, I throw the call:
Away, murderers, from Korea!
agronomist from Alma-Ata
We demand: Hands off Korea
American stranglers free!
War does not want working people
mechanic from Kuibyshev
وأخذنا نفيق.. من كابوس ثقيل. وكنت كلما تذكرت رحلة القطار، لا أصدق أنها مرت بى. حُفرت فى أعماقنا بمرارة لا تمحوها الأيام. وكنت كلما تذكرت قسوة الأيام الأولى فى الأسر لا أصدق أنى أنا نفسي. ظللت أسبوعاً أهب من نومى مذعوراً. متوهماً حدوث غارة، وأنا قصف القنابل على مقربة منى. أهرول فى العنبر، فأتعثر بين الأجساد الممدة، ولكن أكن وحدى الذى فعل ذلك. كثير من الأسرى تكلموا أثناء نومهم فى اهتلاس عن معارك حربية.. وبعضهم أصيب بهوس. كنا نوقظهم ونعيدهم لحالتهم الطبيعية. وكان يزيد هذه الحالات هياجاً أننا لم نكن لنطمئن على حياتنا لحظة واحدة...
رواية الأسرى يقيمون المتاريس – شهادة أسير من أسرى الأيام الستة 1967
No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they’re ‘longing to go out again,’ —
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proud
Of glorious war that shatter’d all their pride…
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.
[Craiglockhart. October, 1917.]
Siegfried Sassoon
Survivors
تحيــط بها أزهار رائعة
وأشجار النارنج في الغـــابة العجيبة
وأنا أتمايل بنشــوة الثمالة
وعطر الربيع، ثم تحــين مني التفاتة
فأرى هناك في ظل شجرة نخيل
سنبلة جـــودار متواضعة، تنحني بتثاقل وتهمس: يا ابن بلدي، إننا غريــبان في هذا الفــردوس
ما الذي أتى بنا إلى هذا المكان؟"
No doubt they’ll soon get well; the shock and strain
Have caused their stammering, disconnected talk.
Of course they’re ‘longing to go out again,’ —
These boys with old, scared faces, learning to walk.
They’ll soon forget their haunted nights; their cowed
Subjection to the ghosts of friends who died,—
Their dreams that drip with murder; and they’ll be proud
Of glorious war that shatter’d all their pride…
Men who went out to battle, grim and glad;
Children, with eyes that hate you, broken and mad.
[Craiglockhart. October, 1917.]
Siegfried Sassoon
Survivors
China, Korea, and the Pumpkin Papers
Chapter Enter Here
mad merchants of death”, “the bandits of the ocean.”
Ships with weapons on board
French call at the port.
But they will not find in the port
Workers for unloading
French call at the port.
But they will not find in the port
Workers for unloading
Although cargo loaders are needed
But do not get into the hold, he
To carry ammunition for the war,
What Truman picks
But do not get into the hold, he
To carry ammunition for the war,
What Truman picks
Decision was made by one
The Belgians and French:
For the safety of the bottomSend the goods
أشجار النخيـــل والغار والسرو، تتشامخ إلى السماءThe Belgians and French:
For the safety of the bottomSend the goods
تحيــط بها أزهار رائعة
وأشجار النارنج في الغـــابة العجيبة
وأنا أتمايل بنشــوة الثمالة
وعطر الربيع، ثم تحــين مني التفاتة
فأرى هناك في ظل شجرة نخيل
سنبلة جـــودار متواضعة، تنحني بتثاقل وتهمس: يا ابن بلدي، إننا غريــبان في هذا الفــردوس
ما الذي أتى بنا إلى هذا المكان؟"
اغافانغل كريمسكي
Tell me white dove where will I find the olive tree
Just for one branch I'd search my whole life through
I've heard them say a greener land is waiting there
Where peaple wake and find their dreams come true
Just for one branch I'd search my whole life through
I've heard them say a greener land is waiting there
Where peaple wake and find their dreams come true
A flying dove please lead me and I'll follow you
Above the clouds beyond the stormy sea
I long to share a world of sweet contentment there
In that bright land where grows the olive tree
So let me fly please lead me and I'll follow you...
In that bright land where grows the olive
Above the clouds beyond the stormy sea
I long to share a world of sweet contentment there
In that bright land where grows the olive tree
So let me fly please lead me and I'll follow you...
In that bright land where grows the olive
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