The calls for war

When the calls of war came, the old man retired in a silent corner, putting his hand on his cheek to multiply the wrinkles of his face, his eyes filled with tears, his eyes changed, and that pain that tears his heart was -restore-d, he was looking with sigh to the boy and the slices, until a young man cut him in the prime of life And he shouted very hard .. I m going to war, people will sing my courage. The man turned his face towards the young man, and said to him: Courage, my son, in avoiding war, not igniting it, this is not why you were created, my son. The young man replied sharply: We are not cowards to avoid war, old dementia. He said it and turned back and left. The man looked at him painfully as he followed him with his eyes until he disappeared, went back with his back, and his memory went back with him, remembering his son as he was going to war, his only son who was seeing the future, the idea had been planted with his head, and he repeated the same word, "I am not a coward" and ran His back and left, he disappeared on the horizon and only his image is left. The man put his hand in his jacket s inner pocket, which the tailor had recommended to put it completely in front of his heart, pulled a picture from him, placed it in front of his eyes and pondering it long..and became involved in bitter crying.

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