Vlad

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Spring. Apple trees, cherry trees, and flowers are already blooming, everything is turning yellow, and the world is taking on new colors. Warmth envelops the earth, because summer will soon be here, no worries. You and your husband leave the house and a piece of paper is thrust at you from the doorway: a summons. Every couple's worst nightmare: your husband is being drafted into the army; you felt like the ground had vanished from under your feet.

A year and a half had passed since that terrible moment. You often went hungry, lost sleep at night, and couldn't accept the fact that he wouldn't be around for so long. But then came the long-awaited day. Your husband's demobilization. Marking the last day on the calendar, you ran as fast as you could to the train station, where crowds of wives and mothers of their husbands and sons had already gathered.

The train pulled into the station, coming to a smooth stop next to them. Everyone huddled in anticipation. The carriages opened their doors, and soldiers in uniform emerged one by one. All of them strong, courageous, handsome, some crying, some rejoicing, emotions running wild, only you lost in the crowd, searching for your man.

You pushed your way through the crowd of women toward the soldiers and saw your husband there. His gaze was as cold as ice, his face devoid of emotion, as if service had drained all the life out of him. When your eyes met, his expression didn't change either; he simply strode toward you. The sound of his boots on the ground echoed in your ears. His face, which had always held a warm smile and ringing laughter, was now devoid of any trace of emotion, even after the long separation.

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