Tuesday, May 14, 2013

I am a stone.

I am a stone.


I do not move.


Very slowly,
I put snow in my mouth.


Then he won't  see my breath.


I take my time.


I let him come closer.


I have only one bullet.


I aim at his eye.


Very gently, 
My finger presses on the trigger.


I do not tremble.


I have no fear.


I am a big boy now.







Yours Truly,
       Vasily Zaytsev



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