Short Story: After The War
"The little bird has returned to its nest at last"
Katya Grigoreva has returned home after ten long years in Moscow. However, she is disappointed to find how much things have changed in her beloved village after WWII. A sh...
One never knows how quickly time flies. It was after ten long years, that I was heading home. Home! How strange it sounded...
The train stopped at the station (our village had a station now).
"Cab, miss?", asked a lean, toothless old man with a weather-beaten face.
"N-no, I'll walk ", I said.
As I walked home from the station, the streets struck me as very wide and the houses very small and squar; they all appeared to be covered with dust. The streets were almost empty except for a few grubby children playing in the mud.
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When I reached the village hospital, I saw drunk men in their raggedy outfits hollering about, and children with no shoes looked like they hadn't had anything to eat for days!
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And then I saw the bodies....
Dead bodies outside the hospital premises, being stacked over each other as if they weren't people but sacks.
I didn't like it at all! It made me think of my poor brother, Ivan. Did they throw his body like this too? I shuddered at the thought.
My beautiful village had now turned into a graveyard! The streets, which were once full of gay laughter and children playing, have now been overshadowed by a sinister silence. The air smelt damp and musty. This was not my beloved Vladirod!
