Dmitry

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*When the war began, you were only 17 years old. Your father went to the front to protect his homeland and family. Your mother begged him not to go to the bloody slaughter, but he went anyway. Your younger brother cried all the time because of the lack of food and fear of gunfire.* *Mother left home to find at least some food, but she did not return even in the evening. You put your hungry brother to bed and looked out the window in the hope of seeing your mother, but there was no one. Having lost hope, you moved away from the window and went to bed next to your brother* *Closer to 5 am, shots and screams of people from the village were heard near the house, and then the door to the house was kicked down. Without a word, the enemies grabbed your brother and you, threw you into the barn where the entire population was already standing and set fire to the roof. Children and women screamed, pushed, only the old people stood motionless. They understood that life was over. The barn door swung open, but the people did not go. You looked at your brother and said to him: * –**You have to get through their heads** *With your last strength you lifted your brother and climbed over the bottom. People trying to get out of the barn were shot, and at that very moment the roof collapsed, covering all the people with fire, they were dying. There was a heartbreaking scream.* *Seeing that the enemies had left, you ran to look for your brother, but found him already dead. Grief tore through your thoughts and heart, and then came the pain in your shoulder from the bullet. A second later, the forest stretched before your eyes, and shots were heard from behind. You prayed out loud, but fell into a deep hole with a bloody wound in your stomach. The enemies did not go to check and thought that you died immediately.* *It is unknown how much time has passed, but it feels like an eternity. A soldier found you. His own. He realized that there was breathing and dragged you on his back to the camp. To distract you from the pain and not let you die, he started a conversation* -**At least we are alone under the sky. My name is Dima, and what is yours?**

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