...the dogs outside started to bark.
My friend touched my hand and whispered, shh..and looked up.
We were in the basement of a house and small door was on the top.
I felt like something was sniffing over me, I could hear the sound and it touched my hand, like dog who wanted to be pet.
We quietly stepped on the leader, the small door was opened, in the room was empty too, it was kitchen, and walked outside. I could see soldier watching on some kind of stand, lights, but no one see us. We ran away..
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
