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by Dunya Mikhail (Translated by Elizabeth Winslow)
How magnificent the war is! How eager and efficient! Early in the morning it wakes up the sirens and dispatches ambulances to various places swings corpses1 through the air rolls stretchers to the wounded summons rain from the eyes of mothers digs into the earth dislodging many things from under the ruins…… Some are lifeless and glistening2 others are pale and still throbbing…… It produces the most questions in the minds of children entertains the gods by shooting fireworks and missiles into the sky sows mines in the fields and reaps punctures3 and blisters4 urges families to emigrate stands beside the clergymen as they curse the devil (poor devil, he remains5 with one hand in the searing fire)…… The war continues working, day and night. It inspires tyrants6 to deliver long speeches awards medals to generals and themes to poets it contributes to the industry of artificial limbs provides food for flies adds pages to the history books achieves equality teaches lovers to write letters accustoms8 young women to waiting fills the newspapers with articles and pictures builds new houses for the orphans9 invigorates the coffin10 makers11 gives grave diggers a pat on the back and paints a smile on the leader's face. It works with unparalleled diligence! Yet no one gives it a word of praise. 点击收听单词发音
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