親愛的同志: 你现在在什么地方工作?在顿巴斯呢,在聶伯河上呢,在乌拉尔山中呢?離開我們相见的時候已经很久了。我們在剛滿八年前的一天的清早分別。我要你回想一下那个早晨。一九四三年九月八日發生了怎样的事呢?在那天的一清早,天空總是在很早的時候变為粉紅色的——远在太陽出來以前。它是多么不吉祥的光輝!我們正在进軍解放的城市已在大火中。這一個每块石頭都已接近我們 Dear Comrades: Where are you working now? In Donbass, on the Dnieper, in the Urals, it has been a long time since we met each other. We were at the early morning of the day just eight years ago. I want you to recall that morning. What happened on September 8, 1943? In the early morning of that day, the sky always turns pink early in the day - far before the sun comes out. How unlucky it is! The city we are marching into liberation is already under fire. Each one of these stones is close to us