It was when I bought an apartment in the old neighborhood and an old house.
I made repairs in one of the rooms before moving in.
And one day we were tearing down the old floor, and I found an old piece of paper.
Somehow it reminded me of an envelope, I first thought that it was an ordinary piece of paper that once accidentally fell under the table.
But alas, or fortunately, it turned out to be an old letter, he was 80 years old
It was from the Second World War.
When I read it, I was surprised.
It told how a girl named Anna wrote to her husband Eugene, how they live with their three children, how they survive, or rather, how the city does not give up, how they are all waiting to meet. The last letter cut into the soul: We are very much waiting for you, Zhenechka. I can't write any more, I've run out of pencil, but I'll think of you. Feel us, look at the sky and feel us.
After these words, my eyes began to water...
About how strong and courageous people are!