International Children's Day, a day for mobilizing global public opinion to protect children from the threat of war, to preserve children's health, and to ensure their upbringing and education on a democratic basis. Established in 1949 at the Moscow session of the Council of the International Democratic Federation of Women in accordance with the decisions of its 2nd Congress. Celebrated annually on June 1. First celebrated in 1950 in 51 countries.
And the explosion struck! Unexpected. Insidious. Horrific. Tearing apart the flesh of joyful children. God did not protect them from the bastard Who encroached on the lives of others. Well, who now dares to say, That it is not war that shakes the holy earth? That Jews can live with Arabs, No longer recalling the word "death"? Isn't the block drenched in blood? What else are Barak and Sharon waiting for? When will the Arabs, in the name of Allah, Eliminate the last Jew?! And at this hour, cherishing that dream, Another jihadist maniac, Not understanding all your good words, Ties explosives under his jacket. So how many more victims must we wait for, And how many more bodies must we bury, To realize the madness of jihad? Ah, realizing, TO JUDGE WORTHILY! The candles at "Dolphin" do not extinguish... Tel Aviv, June 12, 2001.
A date cursed for eternity Took you to heaven. But memory is not killed, nor crucified, It lies heavy on the heart like rain of sorrow. Heavenly angel - there is no strength to cry. The sea, the sun, the light moan in prayer. You forgave all the sins of the living In your incomplete seventeen years.
If only I could return To the celebration of yesterday. If only I could smile a little - Not with my lips, not in haste, But just once smile with my eyes As I used to do before. And at least once meet with friends, So that I wouldn't be tormented by longing. I will not forgive! And I will not forget! I will never forget the guys Who shielded me with their bodies Not in battle, but just to hang out. Just a second ago they were ALIVE! Smiling and swearing love... They brought joy home, And now we bring them flowers. And not to them, but to the stones of their graves - This is what remains with us. Only memory and pain have not killed - It has settled in us forever. And now we, smiling through tears, Remember those clear days, When it seemed so naively to us - We would never be alone. We then watched with delight, As our children grew like flowers... Now we have no more yearning Someone has torn them from the ground. And so maliciously, and so mercilessly. And so roughly, and so lightly They were torn into bloody spots And there is no way to wash them away from tears... April 2003.
Why is it so painful? Is it really impossible to forget everything? Why must we remember everything? Why must we grieve? You lie alone in bed. The clock ticks quietly nearby. And you are torn apart By this terrible pain from within. Oh, to stand up, to scream with all my might, So that the whole world hears this cry. So that it understands how painful it is To bury your friends. Maybe it will be easier for you then, Maybe you will sleep peacefully. But it is unlikely that anyone can Patch up this wound in the soul. You lie. Tears drip quietly. You cannot quell this pain. And goosebumps run across your skin, Remembering that evening. Why is it so painful? Is it really impossible to forget everything? Why must we remember everything? Why must we grieve? 2002.
Hey, dolphin kids, Where are you swimming now? Who will now open the door To your native home instead of you? A cruel force has torn you From the crest of youthful waves. The shoulders of mothers have bent, Becoming a harbinger of war. For eighteen days A mother stood over her daughter. She, like a candle, was extinguished, And hope went out with her. With a fateful number you left For a deeper depth. My dear son, for what? A cry rising with the wave... And in the distance, dolphins swim, Waving goodbye to us, Not without a visible reason, Leaving this shore... Horizons, horizons, Dawn, evenings, sunrises, Dolphin kids, dolphin kids! All of you are our beloved children! Do not seek subtext in the words, The pain of the soul in them, the pain of the heart. Why, dolphin kids, Did I not cover you with myself...
Heat, as usual. By night - a breeze - A signal for simple entertainment. The first day of June - a deadline for celebration, A quarter to midnight - more precisely. A crowd at the disco. Paid entry. Not for everyone: Girls are lucky today! Delay at the entrance... Well, who is in the cloak? In such heat!? Come on, faster... He, too, with a ticket - for his "masquerade" - Wearing a terrible suicide bomber's belt! All the values of life collapsed into hell! No paradise!? What a pity... There is no paradise on this ancient beautiful land: The path to peace is still difficult. Blood flows like a river for 2000 years, And God knows how much longer it will be... The burial rite is well-organized and simple. And the loss is irreparable... A lump in the throat. And again - the Jewish question: We bury Russians, guys... On the first day of June, Children's Protection Day, We all fell victim to illusions. Years go by..., the pain has not weakened - People are becoming stronger.
Oh God, God! Do not be angry! Listen to us! To you, in heaven, have ascended Holy souls... Protect and cherish them - They are innocent! Love the living, oh God! Do not let them perish!
Your long-suffering people, beautiful Israel! How long will its blood flow like a river? Water is scarce here, but even with a lot of water The suffering on their faces cannot be washed away. Here is the sea - it has salty water, And fresh water is stored in the Kinneret. How often does the pain - salty trouble Flow from the eyes of parents... So much has been shed with the tears of mothers - It could have turned into salty lakes. We are losing our sons and daughters... How long will your sorrow last? A people in which every person Has suffered and experienced a lot, How important it is that in a tragic moment The pain of a few became the pain of all! The country is small, but there is so much grief in it! Today we remember twenty at once, Killed by a terrorist on the main day Of protecting the world, childhood, brotherhood?! Remembering the dead on this day, Let us vow together, We will say: no to panic, no to confusion! We will tell all enemies: "We do not give in!" Grief has united us, and we have become stronger! United in joy and together in sorrow. We have recognized you as our homeland, our Israel! The honest world understood us - it is with us!
A beautiful and bright, yet sad face Looks from the portrait into the soul. A fallen scarlet petal from the wreath Seems to say to you: "Listen! Do you know who he is, who he once was? He was, like you, young, carefree, Full of life, full of strength, Loved to watch the stars on a warm evening. He began to live, thought of nothing. Like everyone, one of us, just like us. It seemed to him - everything was so trivial... He believed in the power of his homeland. What happened to him, but even if not to me, He is also our tears. Ours too... And tomorrow let it not be him, let it be another Who will leave. You can't stop it, you can't help... He is our twin, like in a thousand mirrors, All twins, though slightly similar..." I read the inscription on the tombstone - "Killed by a terrorist Arab."
Candles flicker in the wind, Holding hands, people sway. In the rustle of waves and the whisper of lips I hear one thing: what will happen to us? Maybe it will be good now: The offering of the young is priceless! But no one will return the children to us. Their blood boils not in veins, but in foam - The sea foam will cling - will fall, It seems that nature sympathizes with us. But it will only strengthen and save At the moment when we are powerless to calm. The air will return us the ebb and flow, Sunsets and sunrises - the course of life... No, the tragic battle is not lost! The forces of nature are relentless. We will return to life... On some night We will go out into the streets. We will look at the stars - To them have gone someone's son, someone's daughter! And forever gone are someone's dreams.
To atone for sins, we will not go to the synagogue. We will go to a tiny patch of land, Where a shabby monument stands, Where wrinkled lilies lie in the dust. I will light a candle, so that it burns to heaven, My sorrowful imagination. A candle, so that it does not burn out for ages, So that distant stars notice it. There, beside the stars, your souls shimmer. Those who perished on the Day of Protection for all children. Hear us, see this flame! There is no silence more terrible than extinguished youth. The first day of June Will awaken with us Until the end of sorrowful nights... ... Defend Israel, Almighty, Loving the unreasonable sons. To defend him, - it turned out, No one else but you.
And what death is - a wicked old woman with a scythe It turned out to be a lie. A young girl. A pendant with a tear. Fashionable flared pants. A top on thin straps. Manicure. Makeup. And favorite music - rap or pop, Either nonsense or folly. And what death is - a wicked old woman with a scythe It turned out to be a lie. A young guy in a simple dark t-shirt, The inscription - you can't read it. Shorts below the knees. A golden chain. A crew cut. Gel. And favorite music - pop or rap. Either this way, or that way. Preferring dancing over war, Death changed its route. Today, youth is even valued by death, The old folks can wait. Here is a letter that a visitor to our site sent. He expressed his feelings and experiences in this form. Vitaly: "I don't know if this situation really happened, It's an image I imagined. Coincidences are unintentional."
- No, it can't be, it's not him, no.... Why is the phone silent?!!! God, hurry, press answer!!!!! God, the clock!!! Is it him?!!! - It is HIM. A guy, like a guy, and not a coward, But he didn't want to go today: - I won't be long, just an hour, Just the guys should all come... A queue, a crush, and everyone is waiting, To forget about studies and service, They will all enter the dance hall together, Just to move, just to live... - Hey, fool, won't you sweat in a cloak? It's hot, it's summer, take it off, you wonderful one, - (Whispering) Stop being a fool, really, Better not ruin your day off... - How much has ticked, well, show me... Cool watch, where did you buy it? - They gave it to me, not bad, say? Twelve minutes to midnight, ugh, I'm so tired... - Hello, I'm listening? - Please come here For identification... - It's not HIM, it can't be a DISASTER!!! - You come... Will you come? - Yes... - No, it can't be, it's not him, no.... Why is the phone silent?!!! God, hurry, press answer!!!!! God, the clock!!! Is it HIM?!!! - It is him.....
They kill Jews - Jews are silent. The sidewalks are crimson, And the tanks stand still. The barrels are bent, The shell is jammed. Bayonets in pyramids Stand grimly. Eyes have turned pale And the helmet hums. The soldier's heart Says "Forward!". Already blood is flowing Under the heels. Well, who will order: "Fix bayonets!" The fuselages tremble Ready to soar. Sirens are heating up Ready to howl. The earth is shaking With the beating of hearts. The patience of the people Is coming to an end. Metal is dangerous With a steep overheat. Enough watching The beastly snarl...
Eyes not looking into each other The blind and the deaf converse Who will give the people more peace And blood flows And blood flows. Netanya, Afula, Shechem... What are you talking about? Who will give the people more peace And blood flows And blood flows. They are firing away with grenade launchers While talking about peace And on the roads and in the kibbutzim All blood flows All blood flows. The Persian met with Arafat Two medalists converse And in Benjamin and Hebron All blood flows All blood flows. At the disco in Tel Aviv Look closely - what is the asphalt like? It burns the hearts with pain There Children's Blood has been spilled July 17, 2001.
