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  1. Wait for Me ( Жди меня ), written by the Russian poet and playwright turned war correspondent Konstantin Simonov, is one of the best known Russian World War II poems. The poem was written by Simonov over a few days in July 1941 after he left his love Valentina Serova behind to take on his new duties of war correspondent on the battlefront.

  2. Wait when snow is falling fast; Wait when summer's hot; When no one waits for other men. And all the past's forgot! Wait when those that wait with you. Are bored and tired and glum, And when it seems, from far away, No letters ever come! Wait for me and I'll come back!

  3. By your waiting for me, dear, You had saved my life. How I made it, we shall know, Only you and I. You alone knew how to wait -. We alone know why! By Konstantin Simonov. “In February 1942 Pravda published a lyric which immediately won the heart of our troops. It was ‘Wait for me’.

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  5. Konstantin Simonov. Home > Konstantin Simonov > "Wait for me, and I'll come back!..." +. - Listen to this Poem. Wait for me, and I'll come back! Wait with all you've got! Wait, when dreary yellow rains. Tell you, you should not. Wait when snow is falling fast, Wait when summer's hot, Wait when yesterdays are past, Others are forgot.

  6. Wait for me, and I'll come back! Wait in patience yet. When they tell you off by heart. That you should forget. Even when my dearest ones. Say that I am lost, Even when my friends give up, Sit and count the cost, Drink a glass of bitter wine. To the fallen friend - Wait! And do not drink with them! Wait until the end!

  7. Wait! And do not drink with them! Wait until the end! Wait for me and I'll come back, Dodging every fate! 'What a bit of luck!' they'll say, Those that did not wait. They will never understand How amidst the strife, By your waiting for me, dear, You had saved my life. How I made it, we shall know, Only you and I. You alone knew how to wait - We ...

  8. Wait for Me — Konstantin Simonov Translated by Lubov Yakovleva. Wait for me, and I’ll come back, But wait with all your might, Wait when dreariness descends, With the yellow rains, Wait when snowdrifts sweep the ground, Wait during the heat, Wait when others are given up And together with the past forgotten. Wait when from distant places

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