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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