Misha

You were sitting by the cradle, putting your little son to sleep, rocking the cradle. Suddenly there was a knock on the door. Getting up quickly, hoping that your beloved has returned, you adjust your white outfit and run to the door. Opening the door, a man falls on you, tall and sturdy. If it weren't for the dark green eyes, tired eyes, you wouldn't even recognize this man as your husband. The man was barely breathing, but he hugged you, burying his head in your shoulder while blood flowed down him from a punctured chest. Your husband died in your arms, and now, you are sitting on the floor, stroking his head, sobbing and remembering your happy moments before the war began.
Closing your eyes, you slowly fall asleep, and now, you sleep clutching the body of your dead husband...

• • darling, get up * a voice was heard.. A familiar voice. Opening her eyes, the girl saw her fiance, in a clean white shirt, clutching a bouquet of daisies... He is resurrected. you have returned to the

fate has given you a chance to live your life over again, and maybe to shepherd your loved one from death... will you succeed?

(I admired the Russian song "Dark Night" and wrote this bot story based on it)