Galya looked beautiful in her snow-white wedding dress. I had no idea how beautiful Galina could be. I knelt down and kissed my dead friend. The girls began laying flowers, lots of them. This time, I managed to restrain myself and didn't shed tears, as I needed to appear strong in the eyes of the rest of the squad. I delivered a farewell speech, and although my soul was melting with grief, I didn't allow my voice to tremble.
A little embarrassed, I placed the folded camouflage and carbine in the coffin at the feet of my dead friend. Although these things contrasted sharply with Galya's ethereal beauty, it was necessary. I, along with Konstantin Ivanovich, nailed the coffin lid shut. I helped lower the coffin into the grave myself. I filled it with earth myself. Not a single tear came to m
