This painting is a symbol of the irreversible changes that war brings. My brother, once free-spirited, light, and full of life, went to serve from the very first days, but he returned as someone else—strong, hardened, yet withdrawn, like a black raven. His soul is forever marked by the emblem of sorrow—Kholodny Yar, which has become not just history but a part of him. His gaze holds more than words can express, and his wings carry a burden unseen by others.