If, then, that I tell a lie – it’s not my lie, and lie of veterans.

            First of all, once again, sketches of the war – it is not semi-official, when people were forced to speak. Then the memories, which are now fully on line, are not worth a dime.

            They are dry, like a reed, like stale bread, which does not climb into the throat. It is because of official memories – they are enemies, cowards, and we – the bold heroes-winners and any other interpretation of the events, we are tired of hearing about the war. But these were real people on both sides of the front line and in real life are never all uniquely!

           It was written the truth about people, winners and losers of the people, not enemies, humanity was a lesson that the war in principle, unacceptable!

          In my story will not glorify the winners, not losers humiliation will be just a word about the people who fought. These brief verbal sketches of the participants told by my friends, acquaintances, to me personally, and in some cases and within earshot, were spoken by the participants of the war.

        If, then, that I tell a lie – it’s not my lie, and lie of veterans. I only based on the characteristics of my character, was able to hear, remember and express bright, incomprehensible events of those years.

                                                                        To be continued

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