My man

My man

Here is the man I love. He is sitting on the ground reading a book. From time to time he looks at me and smiles. I’m afraid to lose him, cannot imagine my life without him. His smile is very important for me. He looks at me, then smiles and makes me a sign to sit beside him.

I didn’t know what is love and happiness till I met him. I was born in a large family, never saw my father and my mother had no time to give an eye to all her children. When we grow older, we had to fight our own way in a rough world. I had no place to live, nothing to eat; I had to hide from hooligans. I was dying of thirst in summer and feeling the misery of cold and frost in winter. Sometimes children beat me, sometimes compassionate women gave me food. But I was always lonely. And then the war started.

People who don’t know what war is would hardly understand its nature. War is a hymn to ruthlessness, when Life doesn’t matter at all. It is when pieces of iron determine someone’s fate. And even those who start war decide nothing, they released the beast they cannot control.  War… I have been so frightened, dreadfully frightened!

One day, when I was hiding from explosions in the basement, a man run into it. We spent almost a whole day in the basement, because the city was bombed. At first he was silent, but then he started to talk to me. He was complaining of war, felt sorry for himself and for myself, he said I was so thin and promised to bring me some food. And he brought it! On the next day he came again and brought me some porridge and a big warm blanket. At first I could not believe that someone was helping me in such a time! He came every day.

One day he was sitting beside me and telling me about all horrors of war, he tried to pat my head, but then suddenly he seemed in alarm at something, at the overstepping of some line which should not have been crossed and he pulled his hand back quickly. Then a loud explosion came. It was so close that I thought I had become deaf. And then I heard my own scream. I was crying a voice not like my own, because a rocket hit the house; part of it collapsed and I was struck by beams. He was standing over me catatonic, then pushed the beam, glanced around and… run away.  I was crying, calling him, shouting after him. He never came back. My heart was broken, but I was waiting for him, I couldn’t believe he had left me. I was waiting, dying of hunger and pain. I was waiting, suffering from thirst. But then I understood I don’t want to live. I was dying of hunger, cold and pain with my soul empty and eyes without tears. And the moment I was going to asleep forever, I felt as someone’s hands picked me up and carried through the thick fog.

A young man in dirty ragged military uniform, a man I’ve never seen before, found me, brought to his military base, washed, gave me food, cured, gave me a name and showed me that war is a place and time to be a Human. So I found the man I love.

He smiled at me again and made me a sign to sit beside him. I’ll give my life for his.

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