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![["Two soldiers standing by a wreath at the hedge lined entrance to the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Kyiv, Ukraine. The monument can be seen at the end of the hedge lined walkway."]](/thumb/am2862_moorescrapbooks_0678 "Photograph of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier")
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- Two soldiers standing at attention at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Kyiv, Ukraine.2
- An empty wreath stand at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- Five wreaths in front of the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier.1
- Four people standing around the eternal flame at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- Governor Arch Moore, his wife Shelley, and their daughter Shelley standing in front of a flower arrangement with a ribbon that says United State National Governors Conference at the Tomb of the Unknown Soldier in Moscow.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery with four people who appear to be working on landscaping the area.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery with tourist walking the paths.1
- The central area of the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- The eternal flame at the Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery.1
- The words of poet Olga Berggolts on a granite wall at Piskaryovskoye Memorial Cemetery. The words translate to: Here lie Leningraders Here are citydwellers men, women, and children And next to them, Red Army soldiers. They defended you, Leningrad, The cradle of the Revolution With all their lives. We cannot list their noble names here, There are so many of them under the eternal protection of granite. But know this, those who regard these stones: No one is forgotten, nothing is forgotten. Enemies, clad in armour and in iron, were bursting into the city, But workers, schoolchildren, teachers and home guards stood up with the army And like one, they all said Death will sooner fear us, than we will fear death. The hungry, harsh, dark winter of forty-one And forty-two is not forgotten. Neither the shells' ferocity Nor the terror of bombardments in forty-three. The entire city's earth was covered. Not one of your lives, comrades, is forgot. Under the uninterrupted fire from heaven, earth and water, You did you everyday heroic deed With honour, and simply. And together with your Fatherland, You all prevailed in victory. So let the thankful people, The Motherland and hero city Leningrad Eternally lower their standards On this sad and solemn meadow.1