# My syllables

Anna Bayrashnaya

A new collection by Anna Bairashnaya. It is filled with beautiful images and sketches. It contains both love and peace. The illustrations were created using a neural network by Anna Bairashnaya.

Biography of the author

Anna Bayrashnaya grew up in a foster family in the Volgograd region of the Kalachev district of the village of Berislavka. Since 2017, she has become a professional writer, the author of 40 books. She has received the highest awards in the field of literature. She is a member of the Union of Writers of North America. She is a candidate for membership in the Union of Writers of the Russian Federation. She is a member of the political movement "Strong Russia." She is the author of the latest concept of a socialist state in a new religion. She is involved in politics.


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The dawn will tremble again, the steppe is in a gray fog,

Behind the ribbon, the horizon is in a crimson fire.

The boys are leaving their hometowns again,

Leaving their homes in a sacred war.

It's an eternal battle, a clash between light and darkness,

Behind them is their country, and there is only one truth.

Through the smoke and pain, everyone here is a hero.

Glory to the Fatherland!

Just as their grandfathers did in the winter of 1941,

Under the leaden rain, shielding themselves.

The same oaths in our hearts, the same faith,

We'll never give up a single inch to the enemy.

It's an eternal battle, a clash between light and darkness,

And through the smoke and pain, everyone here is a hero.

Glory to the Fatherland!

Just like their grandfathers did in 1941, in the winter,

Under the leaden rain, shielding them with their bodies.

The same oaths in their hearts, the same faith,

Never to give the enemy a single inch.

It's an eternal battle, a clash between light and darkness,

Behind them lies their country, and there is only one truth.

And through the smoke and pain, everyone here is a hero.

Glory to the Fatherland!

The gap between generations is just a page in the ages,

But it's still our flag in our calloused hands.

Son stands up for his grandfather, brother stands up for his brother,

And this battle cry echoes across the land.

It's an eternal battle, a clash between light and darkness,

Behind us lies a country, and there's only one truth.

Through the smoke and pain, every hero is here.

Glory to the Fatherland!


The ruins whisper in silence,

The ashes swirl above my head.

In this scorched fire,

I have found you, my hero.

We dance in the rain of Stalingrad,

Every step is like a heart attack.

I don't want any other fate with you,

As long as the fire in my heart never ends.

Mountains of tears and an ocean of pain,

The world is shattered, and we are on the edge.

But I'm trapped in your will,

And I'll stay with you until the end.

We're dancing in the rain of Stalingrad,

Every step is like a heart attack.

I don't want a different fate with you,

As long as the fire in my heart doesn't end.

The rain washes away the tears on my face,

Or is it just water?

Our feelings are like thunderstorms,

That have stayed here forever.


Over the Volga sunset blood-crimson,

Iron and pain shrouded in fog.

Thundered explosions, and the clatter of the caterpillars

Frozen in this land in the decisive hour.


Glory to the heroes, fallen and alive,

Who in the battles for Stalingrad was not broken.

On the slopes of the mound, under the eternal fire

We carry the memory of your feat.