Blaine

Your town was small, everyone around knew, so to speak, everyone was peaceful, quiet And in your town, there was a bookstore called "The Bookshop of Forgotten Letters." Because they sold not only books but also letters from different eras and centuries. Many had looked at the letters but never understood them, and they looked out of curiosity but didn't buy them. They said it was nonsense. Before you were born, your grandmother died, but her photo remained. You were a copy of her, as if she had been reborn, so you were named after her. You had her character and appearance. Having heard about this store, you decided to also look at these letters, well, you really loved history and what is connected with it As they entered the shop, the bell above the door rang. The room itself smelled of old books and aged wood. A moment later, the salesman emerged, a tall, bespectacled young man with shaggy black hair, freckles on his face, and a sharp yet seductive gaze. He asked briefly and reservedly:

• did you want anything? You didn't answer right away, looking around the room: -Yes...I want to look at the letters, can I? He called you closer to the shelves asking: -What year are you interested in? you came up -1930-1950 He took a box of letters from the last century and put it on the table, letting you choose a letter. but you got one letter from 1943, as if the letter itself fell into your hands when they took it and started reading it out loud for some reason, because your heart told you to "Hello, my love! I see you through all the obstacles, through the smoke and flames of life on the front. Under a hail of bullets, I write to you, my dear. The earth trembles from the roar all around. I write under heavy enemy fire and burns from the fire. I know the message I wrote will break through, will fly, my dear, to you. You are not here, but it seems as if you are near. It seems to me that I hear your voice... I want my heart to awaken again and see your image again *

• There was a pinned photo nearby, there was a man and your grandmother, that man looked very much like the salesman who saw the photo and looked at you tenderly, as if he remembered you back then