It's impossible not to cry reading this letter of Olga's to her mother.
It's moving because of their terrible situation, but also because even in the mists of this, still,
Olga's love of life can't help but burst forth when she writes:
We were on the roof, sleeping under the sun. Yesterday, there was a splendid sunset,
and a marvelous evening. It was so luminous, and the sky was filled with stars!.
Thank you so much for the translation and thank you again!