The mother was told that her son was no longer alive, but a few days later she received a call from an unknown number 😢😲
A few days ago, the village was in an uproar. A group of young soldiers, among whom was Anna’s son, Alexei, went on a reconnaissance mission into the forest, but never returned. One of the officers claimed that he saw the boys enter the thicket, but then the forest seemed to swallow them up. Search parties combed the area day after day, but to no avail.
On the third day, the military officially declared the soldiers missing in action, and two days later, they declared them dead. The parents were given documents. Anna was given a flag folded into a triangle and told that her son had not been found, but given the circumstances, it was believed that no one could have survived.
The mother was told that her son was no longer alive, but a few days later she received a call from an unknown number
A day later, a funeral was held in the village. A small procession, the mournful ringing of bells, an empty coffin covered with a flag. Anna stood in front of the grave, clutching the handkerchief as if it were the last piece of her boy. She didn’t believe it until the end, but there was almost no hope left.
She tried to come to terms with this reality.
And then, two days later, when it was dark outside and the house was silent, her phone suddenly rang. The number was unfamiliar. Her heart sank – usually they call like that with bad news.
– Hello? – she whispered, barely breathing.
A hoarse voice was heard on the other end:
– Anna Smirnova?
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The mother was told that her son was no longer alive, but a few days later she received a call from an unfamiliar number
– Yes, it’s me…
– Your son is here, does he want to talk to you? Hello? Citizen? Are you okay?
Anna didn’t believe it. She jumped up from her seat, pressing the phone to her ear harder.
— Yes, yes, I’m here.
— Mom?
— Lyosha?! Is that you? Alive?!
— Yes, Mom, I’m alive. We were wounded, we were hiding in a ravine. There was no connection. Only today did we manage to find a radio station… I… I wanted to call you so much…
Tears of relief rolled down her cheeks. She sobbed, pressing her hand to her chest.
The mother was told that her son was no longer alive, but a few days later she received a call from an unfamiliar number
— Thank God… Thank God, son… I’ve already buried you…
— I know. They told me. But I’ll be home soon, Mom. I’m alive. Forgive me.
And at that moment even the night outside the window seemed brighter.
