When I studied at school number 2 , I often played there near this tank , climbed right on it , it was interesting or rode on a willow tree , which grew nearby , they don't have these trees , something has changed since then , it used to be fun , there was no Internet , everyone found something to do , now I remember as if it was from now on .
My whole life passed with this tank, when I left for the army, I remembered this monument and in a foreign land I remembered it and also the monument on the way out of Khoinik to a white woman.