Wait for me and I'll return,
only wait very hard.
Wait when you are filled with sorrow
as you watch the yellow rain.
Wait when the winds sweep the snowdrifts.
Wait in the sweltering heat.
Wait when others have stopped waiting
forgetting their yesterdays.
Wait even when from afar no letters come to you.
Wait even when others are tired of waiting.
Wait even when my mother and son think
I am no more and when friends sit around the fire
drinking to my memory.
Wait and do not hurry to drink to my memory too.
Wait for I'll return, defying every death,
and let those who do not wait
say that I was lucky.
They never will understand that in the midst of death
you, with your waiting, saved me.
Only you and I will know how I survived.
It's because you waited as no one else did.
- Konstantin Simonov
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