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In every word, there's a lump in my throat, in every line, there's a tremor of anticipation. Where goodbyes are louder than gunshots, and the silence of the platforms lasts longer than any film. Everything was said simply, without pathos - as if between hurried breaths and a hasty "take care." The warmth of palms remains instead of promises, prayer instead of armour. Male restraint and female faith don't argue here - they hold each other together, like a front and a rear. Come back - it's not a slogan, but a spell that's repeated until it gets easier. And somewhere between the lines, you can feel that while they wait, there's someone to come back to.