Vladislav stood alone near the newly buried grave, longing clutching his heart. Everyone who had attended the funeral and the burial of his wife, Elvira, had already slowly gone away, but Vladislav could not bring himself to take his eyes off the small mound of earth inside the freshly painted fence, with a small temporary monument covered solidly with wreaths.
Here and there, from the ribbons around the wreaths, were the words: “Love,” “Remembrance,” “Dear Daughter,” “Beloved Spouse.” Thoughts were confused, interrupting each other and disappearing unfinished.
Vladislav sat down on the bench set at his wife’s grave. “Why is it so, Aleshka? Why? Why have you left me? How can I wake up alone and fall asleep without you? How can I survive the day without hearing your lively, infectious laughter? Why? Your caressing hands will never touch my….Read Full Story Here.……..
