“Klych printed out a small triangular letter from the field mail. This is not from my brother, no. Not his handwriting... Klych turned the piece of paper to see the signature. There were several of them. Clearly something happened to my brother. This is what my comrades write. Today Klych got ready to go to the village to see his mother. What if the letter contains news of Berda’s death? No, it’s better not to read the letter...”