TITLE: Dasvidanya Rodina
GENRE: Women's Fiction
“Lyuda, what is happening, are the dead still lying dead?”
It is Aleksandra Mischenko, a girl who has been with me since we shared a cell in our first imprisonment, before we were put into wagons and made to go far away, so many lives ago.
Most everyone are shut within their house but I am standing in our doorway, watching and awaiting. Watching and awaiting is all I have done since first I am taken.
We are, our prison camp of all women, having now a new camp commander who arrived shortly after the glistening of the snow.
On the dawning of this day when the snow began to melt and reflect the sun within its sparkling crystals, a large group of men arrived in our lost camp. These were men who carried themselves and the revolution upon their faces and in their posture; men for you to be always afraid.
They have shortly after arriving, taken away our former camp commander and immediately after, executed four of our other guards for reasons we do not know why.We were all of us assembled and made to watch. Never have I seen such a horrible thing as a man having his life removed with a bullet to the back of his head. It is a gruesome and mournful thing.
Three of them wept and begged for their lives but one of them said nothing. I cried for him despite he was a man who made me on occasion to be a pleasure for him.