Come and listen to me talk about a love tragedy
It was Russia at the beginning of World War I. I was engaged in writing when I was drinking in a pub.
Met a young, lost retired pilot
Under the influence of alcohol, he told me a story, a story about war and love.
Braving the risk of being exiled and devastated by the war, the boy smiled and said to me:
"He is my crown of thorns, my banner, my fortress.
"He is my instructor, my comrade, and the person I love. "
Notice:
The whole story is written in first person, divided into two perspectives: the novelist and the student.
This article comes from a story told by my wine appreciation class teacher. I don't know if it's true or not, so don't over-interpret it.
Mission: World peace, freedom of orientation