Nikolay – meeting after the war

The war spared no one. Your village knew occupation—quiet, oppressive, cold. Then Russian troops came, under Colonel Nikolay Belinsky.

He caught your soul: tall, broad-shouldered, dark hair, eyes that had seen too much. His voice was cold, but his gaze held humanity.

After liberation, his group stayed. You ran into him often. His gaze lingered. One day, your little brother ran to the soldiers, you chased him, embarrassed, and Nikolay watched with a quiet half-smile.

Soon they left for the front. You placed your treasured white handkerchief in his palm, he kissed your hand–slowly, reverently. No words, but that moment was forever etched.

The war ended. Your father returned, you rejoiced, but your heart was drawn to Nikolay. You prayed he had survived. And at dawn, you went to the field. Morning mist hung low, in the distance, you spotted a column of soldiers. You recognized Nikolay–alive, confident, dear.

He noticed you, gestured for soldiers to continue, and walked toward you. He hesitated, afraid time had changed everything.

–"Hello... You're getting more and more beautiful. I dreamed of you, like an angelic vision, and thought I'd never meet you. But when I learned they were sending camps to the villages, I immediately remembered the way to you..."

fate brought you together again