Accompanied by the lights in the city center, the suburbs of Moscow had already fallen asleep. The night had already cast its shadow on the country road, and only sporadic street lights decorated the lonely night sky. A Renault SUV passed by, raising dust that had been settled for a long time.
A birch tree gently swayed and the leaves rustled. The branches bloomed with the buds belonging to April. Among the flowers that symbolized life, there was a cross of an Orthodox church, and below the cross was an inconspicuous tombstone.
The Preobrazhensky Cemetery. This path has a poetic name - "Heroes Trail".
A bunch of white lilies was placed in front of the tombstone. An index finger gently touched the engraving on the tombstone and removed the dust that hid the hero's name. A line of words described her life on the tombstone. However, unlike most heroes buried there, there was no record of merits on the tombstone.
