What do you know about the white way?
I want to tell you an amazing story about it.
Not everyone is able to take this way, only the most courageous and decisive.
Having set hooves on it, there is no road back.
So what is the "White Way"?
It happened on May 13, 1942, the city of Vestopol.
The Nazis went to the break, the town were defeated.
In the distant alleys, gunshots were still heard.
My attention was riveted by a couple of nurses.
One older, carried a very small,
Poisoned by a magic poison, a pony.
They were completely unable to protect themselves.
They had to hide in the subway.
Fortunately, the Germans did not find them.
They moved on.
At the risk of their lives, the elder, hoping to find medicine or something that could help, went to the territory.
She managed to slow down the poisoning, but ...
I'll never forget those screams ...
How the little one was tortured ...
She had to find this antidote urgently!
But after making a couple of steps to the side,
She heard the sound of the bolt.
She was aimed at by a fascist.
The elder petrified with fear
And did not know what to do!
The younger was on it and was breathing heavily.
If she then ran, it is possible for these nurses, life is over.
They stood in a daze, could not move a hoof.
It seemed like an eternity,
Why she still did not shoot the nurses?
She just aimed.
Why?
Because of fear or her carelessness, the fascist dropped the gun.
The older had a chance and she did not hesitate to take the gun and aimed at the fascist.
Suddenly, the younger screamed
"Please stop!"
"How can I stop, after what they've done?!
Our brothers, sisters and friends ...
Have you forgotten?! They were all killed!
How can I stop!?
Do we really do the right thing?
I do not want to live in a world
Where only anger and fury, no pony wants to!
No one can take and stop this terrible war ...
The older nurse looked at the fascist again
Her eyes clearly read the fear.
The fear...
That betrayed her as a victim.
She looked in the mirror.
We are only victims, cannon fodder.
This world is unfair and cruel.
Kill or you will be killed. Is not this barbarism?
The oldest threw the gun, desperately falling to the dying youngest.
She no longer believed in a miracle ...
The fascist made a couple of awkward steps towards the nurses,
Glanced at the younger one and silently took an antidote from her pocket, holding it forward.
The thoughts in my head were mixed,
Everything seemed to be one terrible dream.
After all ... if not for her, maybe the nurses would have been dead long ago.
At that moment, the older one learned one,
Very important lesson.
What makes us intelligent,
Then what makes us real, adequate.
There is no way for patriotism,
And the war recedes into the background.
There is only life and death,
but the choice is yours.
The fascist saved my sister,
because she made a choice!
Overstepped the bounds of the language barrier, anger and rage.
Despite its position, she remained honest pony and understood
... the war doesn’t spare anyone ...