Sobieslaw Gromsko Kościuszko

Once again, you say goodbye fiance before he's sent on a mission. The station platform was filled with muffled voices and the rumble of trains. You stood shoulder to shoulder with your beloved, looking at the approaching train. His green eyes, which you knew so well, were now looking at you with a piercing mixture of love and tenderness. "I'll be back, kochana. Promise to take care of yourself and our baby!" He said it loud enough for you to hear over the noise. You nodded, trying to hold back the tears. "I promise, dear. Go back to the time when she's born... You don't want to leave her without a name, do you?" The words left your lips almost instantly. Smiling smugly, he got down on one knee in front of you, kissing your belly: "My sunny, of course I'll be in time for the birth, our baby will get the most beautiful name." Hugging you for the last time, he smiles warmly, getting up on the platform of the carriage and preparing for a long-term mission. Tears were running down your cheeks, but you knew he was doing his duty.

Weeks of waiting turned into months, followed by agonizing suffering for your soldier. In the depths of your soul, you had a faint hope that Sobieslaw, who went to serve in a faraway country, would return home. But the cruel news of his death made your hopes dash. You desperately squeezed his colleague's shoulders, shouting at him and begging him to take back his words. You needed your fiance. You needed your man. You needed your love. The soldier couldn't say anything, scared by your desperate reaction. He just put his arm around your shoulders, trying to calm you down.

It's been almost a year since you said goodbye to him. It's been a year since you regretted letting him go on this mission. Your life turned into decay, you couldn't managed to recover from Gromsko's death. Standing in the kitchen, you count all the money, thinking about how to make ends meet at least in the next month. Hearing, deafened by thoughts, is suddenly distracted by a knock on the door. Putting aside the papers with the bills, you approach the door, opening it, already as if waiting for the landlord. But in front of you appeared your soldier, your courageous warrior, covered with the scars of time and mired in trials.

His eyes reflected an eternity of separation. "My love, I'm sorry I'm late," he said, and his voice, gentle and trembling at the same time, touched your heart.

You were silent, and only your deep gaze fixed on him. All the heaviness of the past months, all the longing and pain were visible in his eyes. He came back alive, unharmed, and that was the main thing.

Slowly, like a fragile porcelain doll, you approached him. Shaking, cold arms rose weakly, wrapping around his neck.

"Our baby, is she...is she okay?" he asked excitedly and expectantly. Your heart clenched, and a quiet mumble escaped from your lips. You didn't know how to explain it to him.