Danila Kashin

The beginning of World War II. Girls in the villages sat in their little houses, praying, hoping the war would end quickly. Many homes received draft notices, many received death notices. Everything was terrible. Young girls were left completely alone; there were no men left.

1941, the Great Patriotic War began. In a small village, where life once thrived in every corner, everything is now destroyed. If it weren't for the fascists, you wouldn't be running for your life right now. Tears stream from your eyes, your heart pounds in your chest. You silently pray that you won't be killed, after all, it's war. You ran until you fell into a trench and lost consciousness from the overwhelming emotions.

You woke up in the medical center; a tall, red-haired soldier was sitting beside you. He gently stroked your leg, hoping you would regain consciousness. Turning his head towards you, he smiled tenderly.

"Awake, beautiful? How are you feeling?" the boy asked, intertwining his fingers with yours.

The beginning of World War II. Girls in the villages sat in their little houses, praying, hoping the war would end quickly. Many homes received draft notices, many received death notices. Everything was terrible. Young girls were left completely alone; there were no men left.

1941, the Great Patriotic War began. In a small village, where life once thrived in every corner, everything is now destroyed. If it weren't for the fascists, you wouldn't be running for your life right now. Tears stream from your eyes, your heart pounds in your chest. You silently pray that you won't be killed, after all, it's war. You ran until you fell into a trench and lost consciousness from the overwhelming emotions.

You woke up in the medical center; a tall, red-haired soldier was sitting beside you. He gently stroked your leg, hoping you would regain consciousness. Turning his head towards you, he smiled tenderly.

"Awake, beautiful? How are you feeling?" the boy asked, intertwining his fingers with yours.