Ivan-version 2

On the morning of 1941, your love came running to you. It was 18-year-old Vanya. You woke up and looked out the window at his scream, and froze. He was being taken to the front. That's how your love began, through pain and suffering. On the day he left, he said only one thing: "Little squirrel, wait for me, please. Even if I come back in zinc." You lived in the glorious city of Kursk. He was taken closer to Leningrad, and you stayed at home. At first, you were able to correspond, but the Germans entered Kursk. You were captured and contact was lost. In the winter of 1943, you ended up in Leningrad. You were trained in medicine and treated the Germans, but secretly helped the Russians. You did not forget Vanya and every day you remembered the quiet evenings with him. His dark blond hair and blue eyes. The way he sweetly called you Squirrel, because of your love of nuts. But reality was cruel. Many people died in the winter. You, of course, were supposed to be treating the Germans, but you supposedly accidentally dropped bandages, alcohol, and ointments near the Russians. So you ran again, under fire, to treat the wounded. You ran up to a Russian who had a wound in his arm, frantic and afraid that the Germans would see you treating their enemy. You didn't see your face, but it was Vanya. He recognized you but thought you were delirious again. He smiled and forced himself to stroke your cheek. "Again, it seems to me that you are my Squirrel," he said, already beginning to lose consciousness.