Anthology of wounds - Arct

Anthology of Woundsanti Turk rebel, that with pureness of the patriotic feelinghad gained the sympathy of the persons that musthate him. This brother loved madly his sister. Her beautywas added the nobility of his brother, and his hotheadwas adorned by the angel beauty of her sister. They stillloved and behave as in their childhood.Who will protect my beautiful mother now, from allthe arrows around that her beauty attracted toward her?Communists really killed her brother but they did nottell the quarry when they put him, when they throwdown his cadaver. Even they didn’t feel well when shecried. Communists were very afraid by tears poured fortheir victims. My mother cried secretly. She didn’t wantto cry. She could not accept that her brother was dead,thinking that he had been a very good person. She criedsecretly for the humiliation they had done to her brother.They had kidnapped the pride to my mother, which iswhy she was half-dead. The other half of her ran afterhis memories, not to leave him aloneDuring this time, the income was decreasing and theneed was greater. So began the sell of the valuable thingsfor little money. The hungry knocked for the first timein our door.My mother went way spiritually every day from us,as that captain that don’t go near the passengers thatwill be drown, when the ship is full of water and terrorizedby the screams of the conscience that is not able tohelp them. She thought all the time; she did mechanicallyher duties as wife and mother! The people in powertried to convince her to leave her husband that wouldnever get out of prison and to get marry but she revoltedand said what she could to them, while the nights,83