Together.
I forgot a lot. Although I remember every day…
The battle was over… I couldn’t believe the silence. He stroked the grass with his hands, the grass was soft… And he looked at me. I looked… With those eyes…
They went as a group on reconnaissance. We waited for them for two days… I didn’t sleep for two days… I dozed off. I wake up because he is sitting next to me and looking at me. “Get some sleep”. – “It’s a pity to sleep.”
And such a sharp feeling… Such love… My heart breaks…
I forgot a lot, I forgot almost everything. And I thought that I wouldn’t forget. I will never forget.
We were already walking through East Prussia, everyone was already talking about Victory. He died… Died instantly… From a shrapnel… Instant death. Second. They told me that they had been brought, I ran… I hugged him, I didn’t let him be taken away. Bury. During the war, people were buried quickly: they died during the day; if the battle was quick, they immediately gathered everyone, brought them from everywhere and dug a big hole. They fall asleep. Another time with just dry sand. And if you look at this sand for a long time, it seems that it is moving. Trembling. This sand is swaying. Because there… There are still living people there for me, they were alive recently… I see them, I talk to them… I don’t believe… We all walk and still don’t believe that they are there… Where?
And I didn’t let him be buried right away. I wanted us to have one more night. Sit next to him. Look… Iron…
In the morning… I decided that I would take him home. To Belarus. And this is several thousand kilometers. Military roads… Confusion… Everyone thought I had gone crazy from grief. “You need to calm down. You need to sleep.” No! No! I went from one general to another, and so I reached the front commander Rokossovsky. At first he refused… Well, she’s kind of crazy! How many have already been buried in mass graves, lying in foreign soil…
I once again managed to see him:
– Do you want me to kneel before you?
– I understand you… But he is already dead… – I don’t have children from him. Our house burned down. Even the photographs were gone. There is nothing. If I bring him home, at least there will be a grave left. And I will have somewhere to return after the war.
Silent. Walks around the office. Walking.
-Have you ever been in love, Comrade Marshal? I’m not burying my husband, I’m burying love.
Silent.
“Then I want to die here too.” Why should I live without him?
He was silent for a long time. Then he came up and kissed my hand.
They gave me a special plane for one night. I entered the plane… I hugged the coffin… And lost consciousness…”
Efrosinya Breus, captain, doctor.
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