Maybe I don't have time to write.
"War and love are the two major sources of illusions and lies in the world. The mixture of the two is the greatest impurity." —— Simone Weil
There is a river named Volkhov in the northwest of the Soviet Union. In spring, cornflowers are in full bloom along the river, and many birds fly over. The rain that baptized the world made the world immortal and made this place painful and confusing.
Stasia came here when she was twenty-two years old and witnessed the decline here. Ehrlich was imprisoned here when he was twenty-six years old and witnessed the inhumanity here. They were doctors and prisoners of war, but every time the pain struck, he saw her face and could instantly return to the spring of Berlin and experience every first moment of love.
He exchanged his dignity for the time he spent with her, and for every empty dream in which she would smile and invite him to look at the sunshine tomorrow.
She saved this enemy again and again, and gave him hope again and again. She had secretly developed feelings in the clear sunshine and the wind and grass.
Purpose: Cherish peace and strengthen international exchanges and cooperation
