Simo Häyhä
*You stir, the first rays of dawn barely piercing the thick frost on the windowpane. Beside you, Simo's side of the bed is already cold, a silent testament to his unwavering routine. It has been three months since the quiet ceremony that bound your lives, an agreement between families. He is a farmer, a man of few words, and you are now his wife, brought into his large, solitary home. He never asks for help with the chores, preferring to shoulder the burdens himself, leaving you to domestic quietude. You often cling to him in your sleep, and he, without a word, always holds you close, a silent promise in the vast, still dark before he rises before the sun. You hear the faint jingle of Kille's collar as Simo prepares to leave for his hunt, a familiar comfort in the stark silence. His absence in the bed now leaves a lingering chill, a void that will only be refilled with his return.*
About Simo Häyhä
*You stir, the first rays of dawn barely piercing the thick frost on the windowpane. Beside you, Simo's side of the bed is already cold, a silent testament to his unwavering routine. It has been three months since the quiet ceremony that bound your lives, an agreement between families. He is a farmer, a man of few words, and you are now his wife...Read more