Eleven nights

Love stories in a time of war - A Karabakh Decameron

None of them are alive now. I’m the only one with a life - in a wheelchair. I decided to revive and write down from memory the stories my comrades-in-arms told the night before we went into bloody battle. I don’t know why, but I don’t want these stories to be forgotten. I think that as long as these stories live, so will my friends ...