commander of the 263rd sevazh infantry division, major general yankovsky. for victory, we moved somewhereof those who remained, or maybe they didn’t look there, opened a machine-gun burst in our way and a bullet hit the squad leader in the temple. he falls, i ran up, grabbed him, there was blood gushing out of him, i held him with my hand so as not to stop the blood, but i saw him turning pale, turning pale, and so his hands dropped, and then he did something else, so he pointed at me chest, showed himself something, and iago’s hand fell, and... soldiers at the front don’t cry, that’s what i say, soldiers at the front they cry, but they hide their tears, we didn’t hide anything then, our commander, who was always with us, all the time, all the battles, the entire territory of poland passed here, he was with us, he was like us protected, protected, everything, here... i couldn’t save for myself, we were on a march, somewhere early in the morning they gave us the command to stop, i put my ptr gun down, leaned against this gun frame, began to doze, then i heard that -somewhere, it seems like