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Context: Stalingrad (1942–1943)
I sit in the room so alone
In the night by the lamp's light
Nearby in the bed our child
Calls your name in his sleep
When I feel about to give up,
Then I take down your picture,
Call both children to me
And see them weep for you.
Then I know in all sorrow
They are a comfort to me.
So, I want to stand by my post,
Brave and not giving up,
For I know for sure
The day is coming
When we will meet again.
—Luise Stieber
Twelve days later she confessed to her husband in her diary, 'Without a greeting, without a word from you, everything is unspeakably hard. I feel like an orphan.' Momentarily forgetting her two children, she added, 'Now I have no one any more who belongs to me'
I sit in the room so alone
In the night by the lamp's light
Nearby in the bed our child
Calls your name in his sleep
When I feel about to give up,
Then I take down your picture,
Call both children to me
And see them weep for you.
Then I know in all sorrow
They are a comfort to me.
So, I want to stand by my post,
Brave and not giving up,
For I know for sure
The day is coming
When we will meet again.
—Luise Stieber
Twelve days later she confessed to her husband in her diary, 'Without a greeting, without a word from you, everything is unspeakably hard. I feel like an orphan.' Momentarily forgetting her two children, she added, 'Now I have no one any more who belongs to me'
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