*Our country woke up the next morning and refused to hear soldiers. <br/>
In the name of Petya, we refuse. <br/>
In the name of Petya, we refuse.
At six a.m., when soldiers compliment girls in the alley, the girls slide by, pointing to their ears. At eight, the bakery door is shut in soldier Ivanoff’s face, though he’s their best customer. At ten, Momma Galya chalks No One Hears You on the gates of the soldiers’ barracks. <br/>
By eleven a.m., arrests begin. <br/>
Our hearing doesn’t weaken, but something silent in us strengthens. <br/>
