Throwing at the Throat of Destiny and Appreciating Poetry

Rita is dead. After being shot, she shot herself for the last time so as not to drag Vaskov and Rania down.

But how did she think that the lovely Rania chose to sacrifice herself to attract the enemy and leave the enemy time to move?

Only Vaskov himself was left behind.

He remembered Rita's cold eyes, Lennia's nonchalant swimming escape in front of the enemy, and Sonia, Lysa and Galia who had died.

They are five fancy girls, to be exact, five female warriors. In this way, before the dawn is quiet, the last bright red flower of life blooms.

Sonya, who loves poetry, was stabbed in the chest by the enemy in order to get a tobacco pouch for Vaskov. A red flower without beating suddenly blooms, but it also gradually deforms and cools, and this poetic life comes to an abrupt end.

Lisa, who thought she was caught in the whirlpool of love, finally fell into the cold swamp of Russia, frozen in the silence before dawn, without hope and love redemption.

There is also a little man, Galia, who is still a child and still dreaming. She was dragged to the battlefield during the war and witnessed the end of her life. It seems that she is cursed. She was caught by fate. She was afraid, she couldn't breathe, she was afraid of death, she died of fear …

Listen, this quiet dawn, five flowers have opened and withered. ...

Lonely Vaskov, with his last strength, bound the enemy and twisted infinite hatred into tears. "Our flowers ... haven't waited until dawn ..."

This hatred penetrated into my heart through the mobile phone screen. They are as young as we are, but the hand of the times nailed them to the cross. Fortunately, wouldn't it be foolish if we didn't cherish this peace?

Peace and youth are so precious that we should cherish them.