Sniper Roza Shanina with her rifle (Роза Шанина), 1944.
From her diary:
The essence of my happiness is fighting for the happiness of others. It’s strange, why is it that in grammar, the word “happiness” can only be singular? That is counter to its meaning, after all. […] If it turns necessary to die for the common happiness, then I’m ready to.
Reblogged from Старый альбом
