Flowers in sector of fire

I have imagined suddenly that I'am lie with my grubby mug in these flowers with hand-grenade in my hand and just received strict order to break through enemy defense at any price; and the good old machine-gun "Maxim" (600 shots per min) fired just right to me and I begin to feel that is all and the "pizdetz" (here: the full crash - rude rus.slang) came to me personally... and than I have seen around - the silence, rest and peace; drunken holiday-makers sing their drunken songs somewhere near to Lembolovo Lake; the mosquitoes are guzzle indescribably... and so fine and quite and blue feeling has come to me...