Brother, let me congratulate you, I wish you a lot at once. Let nothing force you to change your worldview. Let there be everything - health, happiness, friends, career and success. And so that you don’t know bad weather, And so that you always make everyone happy. I am happy for that, brother, that you are my brother, you are an example for me and a friend. You are the best - that’s the whole point. You are a hundred times better than everyone around. Poems for a brother from a brother I am incredibly rich: I have a brother in my life, I don’t care about troubles, squabbles, There is always a shoulder nearby! And I want to say again Brother - my own blood, Before the people and people, My brother and I - we are not alone! We are together, and it will be so, It is easier for us to carry our banner. As children we played together and looked for adventures. Having found adventures, Having come for payment, Both received equally, So we studied the world! If life teaches you today, Brother, dear, hold on.
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There, in the game, a woman’s voice always tells her where to go or what thing to take, and my Zhenya answers her as if alive: “Why are you repeating ten times, I already took this chest!” If you invite her somewhere with you, to the store or for a walk, there is only one answer: “Well, wait a minute, I need to defeat Pegasus!”
And yesterday it was grandma’s birthday, we gave her a chain with a cross, of course Zhenechka gave her a gift with the words: “Granny, here’s a new bracelet for you, only it’s long, you’ll have to wrap it twice.” When they were sitting at the table, she forced everyone to “make a wish for grandma,” and when it was her turn, she said: “I wish for myself that when I grow up, I become as beautiful and fat as grandma,” well, naturally, the guests all laughed until I'll fall.
And recently we went to the beach, me, my friend and Zhenechka.
Letter to my brother in the army:
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For example, about how relationships develop with other soldiers, how commanders treat them, how they feed them, whether they cope with physical activity, and their daily routine. 4 If you received a photo from your brother, write about how proud you are that he is defending his Motherland, note that he has matured, matured, and become more serious. You can also send him your photo, this will allow you to be closer.
5 Tell your brother about the latest news in your family. Perhaps there is a pet in the house that he loves very much. Write to him about how your pet plays and eats. Your brother will be glad that the animal is healthy and happy.
Write that friends are interested in his military service and say hello. Don't give bad news, don't upset your brother.
Perhaps everything will work out and his worries will be in vain.
Letter to a soldier, letter to a brother (essay on a free topic)
My beautiful daughter, Let your eyes shine with wonder, joy, fun, Wonderful days and magic! Let them shine joyfully From eternal, fabulous love, And happiness gently warms, And dreams come true! Happy birthday to the baby! His days will be unique - They will be joyful and warm, They will be sunny and bright! May you live well and have fun! I am your sister, my beloved brother, dear! And I wish with all my heart - May great success come! Let happiness be like a spring - inexhaustible and great. May your birthday be fun and promise many joys! 2 My only brother, my birthday has come! So imperceptibly you became even older by a year.
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Write it yourself, even if the rhyme is love-carrots, such a letter will become much dearer to the heart than a note with template phrases dedicated to someone else. 4 Your letter will be kept under your loved one’s pillow and will be shown and re-read to your colleagues more than once. Try to write beautifully. Choose a nice paste color.
Write out the letters carefully. Spray lightly with perfume. Caress his eyes, ears and sense of smell. 5 Start by saying that you miss him and are looking forward to his return. Talk about something light and insignificant. For example, how you and your sister went to the zoo.
Avoid information that compromises you. Make connections like “honey, what a pity that you didn’t see this.” End with declarations of love and fidelity. You can seal it with a kiss or draw a funny teddy bear. Useful advice It is not necessary to write a ten-page essay.
What to write in a letter to your brother in the army?
If each one begins with the words “Hello, .... Writes to you... Everything is fine with us,” then such letters, of course, will still bring joy, but not to the same extent as original interesting letters would.
It is absolutely not necessary to start every letter with a monotonous greeting. Why not start it with a drawing, a photograph, a piece of poetry or something like that? 3 At the beginning of the letter, try not to post all the events that have happened recently at once. Soldiers in the army love to read letters. They don't always have time to sit down and read a letter right from start to finish, so they will read it like a book - gradually, bit by bit, which means you need to let them stretch out the pleasure.
On the command “Private Petrov”, answer: “I”, and on the command “Get in formation” (in the absence of weapons or with weapons, but in the position “behind your back”), put your hand to the headdress and answer: “Yes” turn in the direction of movement, lower your hand with the first step, moving in a formation step, take the shortest route to your place in the formation. Probably, the departure of a close friend to the army is one of the few reasons to abandon the usual communication on social networks and turn to the standard form of the epistolary genre. After all, not all soldiers have the opportunity to communicate with you on the Internet. Letters from the army most often arrive in white envelopes with a red border and the inscription “military mail”, and their authors are waiting for answers to them more than ever in their lives.
How can you write a letter to your brother from your sister?
I believe in you, in your strengths and in your capabilities. You are so talented, purposeful, combative, and brave, which means that everything will work out for you. Dear brother! It is with great pleasure that I congratulate you on your birthday! I know that you are a wonderful and talented person! Never give up and always believe in yourself! Believe in the people around you, and then you will be able to overcome any difficulties! I sincerely wish you good health, happiness and success! You are the best brother in the world! Congratulations, brother, Happy birthday to you.
Every day, without exception, let Life spoil you. I wish you lots of happiness and love. There are none better or more expensive, you appreciate these things. So that financial troubles do not sadden you! Well, good health, the rest is all bullshit! My dear brother, don’t forget one thing - Despite the large size of the Earth, You were given from the very cradle to be part of our big family.
Public beta enabled Perhaps this is a better way to start this letter? This is how the English write letters, and I love their culture. But I don’t even know if you love me. Dear brother... A little strange, don't you think? You probably chuckle at these words.
I don’t even know why I’m writing. I guess I should just tell you that I love you. Do you remember how we were little and often argued and fought? You probably don't remember.
But I remember. I remember everything. I remember arguing over trifles over toys and other nonsense. And when we went to school, in the same class, rivalry began. Who is better, who is smarter. I remember it all. I remember how I tried in every way to become better than you. And only now I understand that you will still always remain the best.
Now we have grown up. Not adults, of course, but not children anymore. You know, brother, I really want you to be happy. And you are already familiar with alcohol, and disappointment, and victories, and losses.
WE ARE INTERESTED. Don’t forget to take an interest in everything that happens to your soldier: how is his health, is it cold in the barracks, how are his relationships with colleagues, etc. Finding himself in a new environment, with new people, it may seem to him that no one needs him, so it is very important, by following the given rules, to show how much he is loved and expected, so that he does not even have doubts about this! In this case, in a year you can wait for your matured and matured soldier! Video on the topic When a loved one is in the army, it seems that the heart is ready to jump out of melancholy and fly away after him.
Unfortunately, only a letter can go to your loved one. It will tell you how you feel if you know how to express them.
Follow certain rules, and your loved one will appreciate it. Instructions 1 To write a letter, you need to create a romantic atmosphere around yourself: sit by the window, light a candle, turn on beautiful music.
Just another fifteen years and my girl will be a grown-up girl, it’s even scary to think, so now I try to photograph and videotape her every day, I watch it all the time. Even in photographs from two weeks ago, you can feel the difference, the look, the expression on your face is different.
By the way, you haven’t seen her for a long time, now we have a girl with braids, but she doesn’t like to comb her hair, she screams that it hurts and I’m torturing her. But I feel sorry for cutting off such hair; when I wash her hair, I apply a special conditioner to her hair, then it becomes smooth, and at least somehow you can comb it.
We'll go to kindergarten soon, it was under renovation almost all summer, so I took her to one grandmother, then to another, then to a third. She herself is already confused about where she left which toy, and who is friends with her in which yard.
She says that she wants to go to kindergarten as soon as possible, where they will at least give her some sleep during the day! And there will be an autumn ball in the kindergarten, you need a costume.
Don't cry, don't cry my heart.
Don't worry about what's already passed.
The wood stove crackles in silence.
Why have you left me with happiness?
Oh, I would sing, relieving my soul.
The song that my elder brother sang.
I’m just confused, not knowing the words at all.
And I won’t be able to sing the way I wanted.
How do you live, brother, in a distant country?
I yearn for you in my soul.
Here I live near a high mountain.
And all around me is a foreign country, not mine.
Fate decided for us, for everyone.
Where, who and how long can you live.
She gave everything and deprived her of happiness...
Don't guess about love on a daisy,
And don’t stir up doubts,
And trust the exhausted piece of paper
All the secrets of the innermost soul...
After all, the Almighty always helps
Only to those who sacredly believe in their hearts,
And not for those who are tormented by doubts...
Know that the doors to Him are always open!..
Letters, falling into the gap of indifference, fly into an unanswered void.
Losing significance and greatness, and, with them, all the warmth.
In vain I appeal to gray eternity, I knock on closed doors at night.
Only... speaking with infinity, I hear only silence in response...
You!.. are hiding behind the door of silence... A terrible cold emanates from it.
I'm trying desperately to finish screaming... The echo is humming over the city...
Breaking your silence,... hurting the silence with the bitterest pain...
I'm trying to stay calm, powdered...
I am writing a letter to you my brother...
People in the country are not happy about anything.
The soul bleeds
And it catches everyone’s eye here,
What don't you notice at the top...
How I lost my dreams.
Bring order to the country...
So that the path in her here is smooth.
Everything in the country was the way...
Maybe we'll come to an agreement.
It's high time to take care of the country...
Everyone works hard to develop.
Doing something useful...
At least rise to the level of socialism.
Everyone should work with enthusiasm...
With a huge Russian temptation here.
On the...
Once again I write you a letter,
But the letters remain unanswered
Yesterday I went to the cinema with my daughter,
Then I sewed her dress until dawn...
How the unknown torments you at night,
And the silence presses on the membranes,
Only thin shoulders can do it,
To demolish two funerals in a row...
First the brother and then the father,
And you are our last hope,
When will you finally return?
And will we live happily as before?
All the wounded are being taken to our hospital,
Boys who matured very early,
A...
I see how on a cloudy evening
You're walking down the street all alone,
How your tender shoulders tremble,
How the head is bowed.
What's wrong with you, my dear?
Tell me, please, don’t be silent.
It may be unearthly sadness
Clouded my sweet eyes...
Maybe you remember me
And sighing you whisper the words,
What did I write in my last letter?
My trembling hand?
Don't be afraid, I'm not dead,
I live because I love.
It's just a pity that the enemy sniper
He fired that stray bullet.
And now I'm lying in the ward...
In the name of Allah, the Beneficent, the Merciful
Praise be to Allah, the Lord of the Worlds, Who has no partners. He is the Original and He is the Eternal, and there is no one like Him.
Our Lord, bless and greet Muhammad son of Abdallah, the seal of Your prophets and the lord of Your messengers, his family and his companions, as well as all those who follow his guidance, follow his Sunnah and follow them until the coming of the Hour, and then:
Assalamu alaikum, dear brother.
I decided to write you a letter because talking to you on the phone is difficult for my soul and heavy for my heart. Because yesterday, in a mosque filled with Muslims, I felt my loneliness. And also because the best people among the Muslims living on earth are the Mujahideen, even captives, who carry the religion of Allah and those who, having concluded an agreement with the Merciful, continue to fight. “Those who sit back from the believers without experiencing hardships and those who fight in the path of Allah with their property and their souls are not equal.”
You are probably following the situation in the Caucasus and Rusnya, so I won’t be able to surprise you with anything. I can only confirm that since this holy war for Muslims began, the brothers are going to meet their Lord with greater faith and greater pleasure, and this has become a great sign for me. Can you imagine, after the best of us became martyrs, after many of us sold the Koran for money and became mercenaries for the “crosses”, after the mass of our alims and mutallims “changed their shoes” and began to produce “correct “fatwas, after many of us who had gone abroad were suddenly overwhelmed by nationalism, and they smoothly moved into the group of condemners who “were everywhere, did not participate anywhere,” in short, after all this - subhanallah! — we see the entire Caucasus blessed by Jihad. Truly, “Allah will not leave the believers in the situation in which you are until He distinguishes the bad from the good.”
At the time when I am writing these lines, infidel front-line aviation is bombing the Elbrus region, where our brothers are fighting with special forces among the ski resorts of the once peaceful Kabardino-Balkaria. May Allah help them and strengthen their feet, and accept their martyrs, if there are martyrs, and give patience to their wounded, if there are wounded.
Brother, I would like to ask your forgiveness for my weakness. For not being able to rescue you from captivity. Because I can’t pay enough attention to your family. I ask you for the sake of Allah, Who created this earth and heaven, do not harbor anger in your heart against me. I cannot promise you that your family will not be in need, it is beyond my power. But I promise you that I will do everything in my power so that, inshaAllah, the infidels are held accountable for everything. For every scarf torn from the sisters' heads. For every tear of our fathers and mothers. For every year you spent in prison. InshaAllah.
Brother, you know this yourself, but I would like to remind you that you are not the first, and you are not alone. In your worship you follow the path of the prophets, like the prophet Yusuf, peace be upon him. Many companions of the Prophet (peace and blessings of Allaah be upon him) were captured and tortured by infidels. Do you remember the story about Bilal, may Allah be pleased with him, who was tortured by the pagans in the hot desert, and he said: “One, one...”?
Remember the noble companion Khubayb ibn Adi, may Allah be pleased with him, who was captured by the infidels, who before his execution recited the following verses:
I don't worry if I die a Muslim
No matter where Allah sent me death.
If He wants, then she will be blessed
Every part of the body torn to pieces.
Have you heard about Ahmad ibn Hanbal, who received a total of about 1,800 lashes while fellow prisoners tore the dead flesh off his back? The Imam often said: “May Allah have mercy on the pickpocket Abu al-Haytham. When they brought me from the next execution, a man came up to me and said: “Imam, I am a pickpocket and in my entire life I have received several thousand lashes, I received all this rightly, he endured and returned to his old deeds, so be patient, because you are on the true path.”
Brother, know that your bunks are as pleasing to the Lord of the Worlds as the Mujahid’s bed in a dugout, because those with whom He, His Great Majesty, is pleased, He sends trials, and your worship in a prison cell is as hateful to the enemies of Al-Jabbar as Your worship is in the ranks of the fighting. “When Allah alone is remembered, the hearts of those who do not believe in the Hereafter shudder with disgust, and when those below Him are remembered, they rejoice.”
I'm closing, brother, and I hope your heart is at peace. Do you remember how you taught me? “They believed, and their hearts are calmed by the remembrance of Allah. Isn’t it the remembrance of Allah that calms hearts?” And I pray to Allah the Great, the Praiseworthy, who has made fear of Him a condition for sending a way out of any situation, that He will free you from captivity and return you to us unharmed.
Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullahi wa barakatuh.
O Allah, help our brothers and sisters the Mujahideen!
O Allah, free our brothers and sisters from captivity!
O Allah send sakina into their hearts!
O Allah feed them!
O Allah, give them what they need and do not leave them to their souls even for a moment!
And bless and greet our prophet Muhammad and his family and his companions!
Muhammad Tsiecho
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This letter to my brother was written five months ago. When I started writing it, I had a vague idea of what to write, but somehow it was written. Having become acquainted with it, he didn’t show it much and didn’t talk much. But after some time, he called me and asked me something. Later he contacted me several more times, he asked for advice, asked for help in some small things. I noticed that our communication had become a little different, and, of course, there were still some misunderstandings. But overall we have become closer to each other. And I stopped trying to help him, I no longer “help” him, without asking. He has his own life, and he has the right to decide for himself how to live. The most important thing is that I personally am no longer burdened by our relationship, I am free from all the attachments that existed before. And now, more than ever, I understand that they have the right to live as they see fit. And whatever happens to him, only he is responsible for it. All I can do is just stand next to him and not stop him from making mistakes, making mistakes and gaining experience. I don’t do rescue work anymore, and until someone asks for help, I don’t go in!
It's a strange message, it's more like a letter that will clear the air. i, well, at least for me. It’s been the second day now, I’ve been dreaming about you, and you and I are either going somewhere, and then we lose each other, or we’re trying to escape from prison together.
Of course, our relationship is strange, either we never had an example of how brothers should communicate, or we ourselves didn’t want to communicate normally. Each of us has formed some principles, prejudices, and we persistently use them in communicating with each other. It’s as if we have some kind of competition constantly going on, competition for the title of the best. But just to whom and what do we want to prove? This situation with Pasha, this is far from the starting point, it was the final touch that caused the explosion. Yes, maybe I was wrong, I admit it. If this is important to you, I'm sorry I didn't take your side. If this had changed anything in our relationship, and I knew it, I would certainly have taken your side. But for some reason they were tense long before that. And where is this starting point, when a black cat first ran between us? I don't know. It all started in childhood, we constantly shared something, fought, tried to prove some kind of superiority to each other. What for? After all, we are not rivals, not enemies, not competitors - what should we share, what should we prove to each other? We are brothers, we must be close, help each other, support, of course this must come from the heart, and not out of obligation. Some accumulated grievances, mutual or not, I don’t even know much of it. No matter how funny it may sound, when you said that you remember how I called you “a fragment of a toilet bowl” and it hurt you, you were offended. For me it was a discovery; I couldn’t even think about anything like that. How many other moments like this were there in our childhood? I don’t remember a lot, and I didn’t even think that it could somehow hurt you. I’m sorry that all this happened; of course, I won’t be able to go back and change everything. But I can ask you for forgiveness for all these moments. Forgive me for everything that is offensive, for all the insults, for all the actions, free and not. Forgive me for everything I ever offended you!!! Sometimes I did some things to help you with something, to suggest something, but I never asked you, do you need this? He was simply imposing his point of view, presenting himself in your eyes as a smart guy who knows everything. And for that too, forgive me. This wall of misunderstanding of each other, accumulated grievances, leads us to a dead end, and this is not right. I have never had and never will have anyone dearer than you, and we both need to understand this. Only by destroying this wall of accumulated grievances can we move on.
After all, no matter what, we are brothers first and foremost, we have one mother, one father, one family. There were a lot of good things, I remember teaching you how to ride a “humpbacked horse” bicycle. We built huts at Grandma Lily’s house and swam in her bath together. We tried to deceive her, first I play with you when you are bathing, then you are playing with me when I am bathing. But she figured us out and said that we had both already bathed and ate potatoes with sour cream on stools in her kitchen. We smoked brooms together, went fishing, hunting, jumped on the Don from our yellow boat, and many other good things happened. Even your construction site, I think we were very good at pouring the blocks, right? We can do it? If we want. But for some reason we try to remember only the bad, this is stupid, and neither I nor you need it. Looking back, I understand all this, and I want the piggy bank of our relationship to be filled only with bright and kind moments in the future. And there was no misunderstanding between us. I never held any grudges or anger towards you, I just sometimes didn’t want to hear and understand you. Whatever it is, I forgive you for everything. And I ask you to forgive me for all those insults and much of what I have long forgotten and do not know about. This wall of misunderstanding must collapse and never come between us again.
Thank you for being you, just the way you are, I accept you as anyone! I love brother like brother. We are family and I wouldn’t want life to separate us in different directions!
Thank you for your interaction at this stage of my evolutionary development. I reset all our negative energy connections.
This letter does not require an answer, I wrote it for myself, I have long been tormented by our misunderstanding and the wall that has arisen between us. And if you have something to say, say it.
Dear brother!
This is a one way letter. You will never read it, and you will never know that these thoughts torment me. I am writing this letter because I no longer have the strength to keep this to myself. I want to speak out.
Brother, you have no idea how I feel. I would like to convey all my emotions, but I'm afraid this is impossible. I will try to tell everything as much as possible. As much as it's real.
We see each other very rarely. So rare that I know almost nothing about you. It would seem that five years difference is nothing. But on the other hand, there is a huge gap that separates us from each other. I stand across the abyss from you and cannot finish shouting, no matter how hard I try. My voice just scatters and disappears before reaching you. You do not hear me. I would like you to become closer, so that we would be closer. So that a bridge would grow across this abyss and we could approach each other.
I have thought many times about what would happen if the age difference between us was a year or two. Perhaps then we would have more common interests, we would communicate more often. But this, unfortunately, is not the case. You are an adult, I am a child, and we have little in common. At first sight...
But if you dig deeper, we are very similar. Both externally and morally. For example, we have amazingly similar tastes in music. We listen to almost the same thing. I'm sure that if I knew you better, I could name many more similarities between us. And the way we look alike in appearance will lead even a casual passer-by to believe that we are brother and sister.
You are my idol. I want to be like you, I want you to be proud of me. I set goals for myself, upon achieving which, it seems to me, you will begin to treat me with respect and pride. I often show my friends your photographs, while talking about your unreal beauty. And often I hear from friends: “Yes, yes, you already said that.” But I won’t get tired of talking about it!
I haven’t seen you for a very long time, I didn’t know where you were or how you were doing. And when I called you, years later, instead of the child’s voice that I expected to hear, I heard an adult, male bass voice. The day I plucked up the courage to call, I thought that now everything would be different. But nothing has changed. I found you, found an older brother, an example to follow. And I lost him again.
You are my cousin, but cousins are close relatives.
You are very important to me. I often think about you, and often cry. Maybe it's stupid. But I love you very much and I want you to hug me at least once when you meet. I want to talk to you without embarrassment, I want to be your friend and support. And if, when we grow up, you need help, I will do everything in my power. I will help in any way I can.
You didn't come to my birthday, you didn't come to my performance. I am not offended, I am not angry and in no way do I judge you. It’s just that I would really like to hear at least a couple of warm words from you on your birthday. It doesn't matter in what way. At least a message, not to mention a call or even a meeting. I would just be pleased. But you didn't write to me. I take no offence.
You post photos with our sister and your brother on social networks, but you and I don’t have a single common photo of the two of us, not counting those taken in 2004. I'm jealous, yes I'm jealous!
You probably think I’m small, that’s why you don’t communicate with me.
I used to write messages to you. I asked how you were doing, what was new with you. But now I won't do that. I thought that since you don’t write to me yourself, it means you’re not interested, and I shouldn’t impose myself. There's nothing to hide, I'm afraid. I'm afraid to write to you because I'm afraid to look like a fool in your eyes.
My dear, my beloved brother! I just want you to know: I love you very much! And it will always be like this. You can always turn to me, always, do you hear? In any situation. I will help you if it is in my power, and if not, then I will do the impossible. You are very important to me. Very. I wish you nothing but the best. I want you to be a happy person, that you find love, become successful and have as little sadness in your life as possible.
Be happy, brother!
Thank you for being there!
