Р’рўрўрђрќр•рњ (рјсѓр·с‹рєр° Рё Сѓр»рѕрір°: Shaman) | Shaman -

Pyotr took the flowers and smiled through his tears. "Yes, they were, son. Yes, they were."

He looked up at the sky and felt a sense of peace. He knew that as long as the town remembered, his friends would never truly be gone. Pyotr took the flowers and smiled through his tears

Pyotr looked around at the sea of standing people and felt a lump in his throat. He realized that he wasn't alone in his remembrance. The entire town was standing with him, and with his friends. He knew that as long as the town

Pyotr reached into his pocket and pulled out an old, faded photograph. In it, a group of young men in worn-out uniforms smiled at the camera, their arms draped over each other's shoulders. They had been his best friends, and they had gone off to a conflict decades ago to protect their homes and families. Pyotr was the only one who had returned. The entire town was standing with him, and with his friends