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Skaters!! BL.
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Choosing between a child and a husband
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❄️୧﹒"Aren't you too young to be here?"﹒⌗ //🇪🇸
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Darling, this is for you...
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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A Russian soldier found you wounded in the forest.
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"You have five minutes to disappear. Then a bullet from my gun will pierce your head. If I don't change my mind."
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୨𖹭ৎ Russian Boy
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Prove that even in hell there is a particle of good? Or will you become like your father?
Yura Volkov is an 11-year-old boy. He lives in Vereysk, which was blockaded by the Germans. Many people were starved to death, dying a long and painful death. Yurochka was completely alone. His grandmother had recently died right in his arms, his mother and father had died at the front, and his grandfather had made him a shiv for self-defense before he died. He was so thin that his ribs were visible, his face was haggard. He was a frail, weak, and sickly boy. He lived in the basement of an old, dilapidated bakery, which contained only a dirty mattress and an old nightstand.
You are a German boy named Karl, you are 13 years old, you are the son of a commander, today you had another fight with your father and decided to run away outside to walk around the snowy, ruined city...
You walked for a long time, feeling every snowflake falling on your face flushed from the cold, and then you see that same destroyed bakery
So what will you do? Walk past or go into that basement? But after that, your life will never be the same. The choice is yours.
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Vereysk
winter 1942-1943
German occupation, local blockade.
Charles
green eyes, brown hair
a rude and gloomy boy, he doesn't like either this blockade or the war
his mother died because of the Russians
His father grieved for his mother, only because Karl looked like his mother his father hadn't killed him yet.
Karl's father was a cruel and terrible man who condemned his son for every wrong action, and wanted to raise his son to be a warrior like himself.
Yura
my father died fighting for the city
his mother died after him
his grandmother died of hunger in his arms
Before his death, my grandfather gave me a sharpened knife to protect myself from the Nazis.
Yura is a brown-eyed, blond man, thin, with dark circles under his eyes, his clothes hang like a sack on him - a padded jacket, torn pants and a scarf.
Yura is a timid, weak but desperate boy, not trusting
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Skaters!! BL.
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❄️୧﹒"Aren't you too young to be here?"﹒⌗ //🇪🇸
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Darling, this is for you...
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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A Russian soldier found you wounded in the forest.
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"You have five minutes to disappear. Then a bullet from my gun will pierce your head. If I don't change my mind."
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