Pianist. The Warsaw diaries (№ 391275)
A thin, weak voice they sang about a young soldier wounded on the battlefield, dying all alone and calling: "Mother!" But mom's not around. It is far and not know that the son dies, it shakes only mother earth, soothing rustle of trees and herbs: "Sleep, son, sleep, my love!", and instead of the cross of merit to the dead chest falls from the tree the flower is its only reward.
Quote Explanation: The author tells us about the children begging.
№ 391275 Added
MegaMozg 15-04-2020 / 04:36
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