Alexander Makarov. It's too early to bury us (№ 426710)

The threads of the past that held her to the unseen puppeteer were cut off. First, her hands were freed, Zhenya looked at them like the first time, wiggled her fingers, feeling surprised that they did not tremble, then her legs, gradually feeling solid ground again. The first uncertain step, the second. With each passing day, the painful weakness escaped, giving way to lightness and still timid strength.