... They went to the war.
I heard few times from few different people.
They went to the war.
Whatever it is, how it is, they went to the war.
Dark green room with only table, chairs and something on the wall under the black cloth.
It was always quiet, we would eat, then old women would wipe few tears in their eyes and think for seems like old while.
We all were 17 - 20 years old, who were older didn't come back. Beautiful women, handsome men, all give life for us to sit here..
Poems,stories and pictures by Irina Mouravleva.
