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It was June 22nd, 1941 and war had just been declared between Russia and Germany, Leningrad in particular. But why did I feel as though it was just another balmy afternoon, a cool zephyr running through my hair and lightly tickling the beads of water that seeped through my skin. Papa appointed the job of buying groceries to me, of all people. He was definitely feeling a little aloof.
I walked along Nevsky Prospekt and saw that all the shops had either a 'closed' sign or had lines that backed all the way to the end of the street. Hmmm what was it that hung in the air today, was it . . . Hope? Life? Love? Or was it just war? Drowning, i was quickly pulled from my ocean of thoughts.
Women were quarreling over sausage, caviar, canned food and all sorts. Personally I had no idea why everybody was in such a frenzy, as if the food was going to run out. But I knew Papa would be disappointed if i came home empty handed so I went and stood with the cluster of crazy women who were arguing about whether to get vodka or salami until one very alarming lady turned around and barked, "Ladies this is war! Buy your caviar, it will last you but a week. Whilst my canned ham will last as long as i do." Why did my stomach churn when i heard those words?
Delerium was starting to eat at me, I couldn't handle this kind of hysteria so i decided to take a stroll down one of my favourite streets which i knew would be deserted at a time like this. I saw one of the ice-cream stands were open, crem brulee mmm i couldn't wait for the dreamy liquid to relieve me of my parched throat. I hitched a spot at the bus stop, i decided i would catch the bus 136 in hope of finding some food somewhere else.
It was such a beautiful day, how can there be any chaos or worry at all, faintly humming "We'll meet again in Lvov, my love and I...", i bounced my leg to the tune, it was the latest hit in Russia. Damn my hair was getting caught in my ice-cream, i definitely didn't want to ruin my Polish dress my father bought for me, the only thing i had to call my own.
Quickly licking the cone before the ice-cream could hit my dress I could see someone standing across the road looking at me or the scenery, i hoped it was the scenery. Pause. It was a soldier and i had seen many before but why was this one staring at me as if he'd known me his whole life, as if he were silently saying to me Where have you been Tatiana?
He walked towards me, more like floated, his walk was not like any other Russian man, each stride was sealed with confidence. My eyes were pleading for more, up, up, up, olive skin peeked out under his Class A's collar, a set jaw, stunning white teeth, up, those eyes, those chocolate eyes, were they really locked on me? "Hello there." A confident voice, although i didn't recognise his accent. I could feel my face burning, argh i hated that about me.
"Hi."
How many minutes had passed?
"My name is Alexander, are you planning on telling me yours?"