Atthe bottom of the locker was a notebook with a torn cover and yellowed sheets. I stooped to get it, shook off the dust and looked inside. There was a heading: “Personal Diary”. I was very curious and I looked inside. it was the diary of my great-grandmother, which she kept in childhood. Every day was similar to one another, but the story ended with the phrase: "Goodbye, I am leaving for war ...". I felt very sad and I burst into tears because we lost her long ago
Atthe bottom of the locker was a notebook with a torn cover and yellowed sheets. I stooped to get it, shook off the dust and looked inside. There was a heading: “Personal Diary”. I was very curious and I looked inside. it was the diary of my great-grandmother, which she kept in childhood. Every day was similar to one another, but the story ended with the phrase: "Goodbye, I am leaving for war ...". I felt very sad and I burst into tears because we lost her long ago