Back in the days before the war, Roman and I often went hiking in the mountains. He was fond of travelling — it was, one might say, the meaning of his life. One autumn, when the first frost had already touched the peaks, we climbed one of the mountains along our route. There was little time left to descend, so we decided to spend the night in our tents right at the top.

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That night, I came down with a high fever. I was shivering, and I remember how cold it was. But Roman never left me: he stayed awake the whole night, right by my side. When we ran out of water for tea, he went down the mountain to the nearest spring, fetched some water, and brought help .

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I will never forget Roman’s gesture of kindness, compassion, and true friendship.

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