"I remember so many random unnecessary things... Yet i don't remember the most important one: My mother's face. She died very soon after the war started... all that remains of her is that day in the Gardens. How i wish I could recall her face! The way she looked at me. The way she whispered that I have nothing to fear.

I'd sell my soul just to recall that.

I'd do that any day, any time.

And i did.

-Artyom Alekseyevich Chyornyj


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