a little so that it was not visible from the air. it was in stalingrad in the autumn of 1942, the russians were crossing the volga to gain a foothold on the other side and prevent the germans from capturing the city and access to the river. it was almost impossible, but they didn't think about it. everyone fought as best they could, not realizing that they were participating in the bloodiest battle in the history of mankind.

here we are entering the house, quietly further, as the card lays down or a picture or a picture shirt, it means that there is still no typewriter or it’s not enough that the second option is all every wire that we find we cut let

's go. go tell your pants. there is no connection, mister captain. i'm not asking why we don't have a connection. go and blow up the fuel tanks, but it's fuel supplies for the entire army. mr. captain jurgens is an idiot.

faster faster.

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here she is yesterday morning, and then the germans killed my radio operator. you yourself are scouts scouts but another spotter, an officer, an officer of fire, artillery, is heading for fruit. yes, you pissed off the crossing, you bastard, because of you, the division was burned alive, fire support was not there. and you're a bitch, didn't get enough sleep, yes, commander. all in all and in general, semyonov was killed and the walkie-talkie was broken, it works. maybe we can keep in touch. do you know exactly?

what do you need to fix? aunt i am an officer of the workers 'and peasants' army weapons give me, please, until you get in touch, i'll shoot you. wench, in general, wench commander there, too,

mentally. what the hell are you? high-explosive gun commander sergeant polyakov clearly, then, of course, we will fight. nothing mother

so they met, five men, charred by two years of battles from big cities and hidden nooks and crannies of a huge country, brought winds in the great river spread along the bank, the city of five men and my mother, my young mother.

the house in which my mother lived completely blocked one of the approaches to the volga over the past few months , the house was recaptured by our troops, then left again.

mom, tired of living in fire, in hell, tired of being horrified and surprised at the human grief of human meanness and even her patience, mom just lived in her old house and did not want to leave it. here was her room, her apartment, her stairs, her street, and finally her city and drop it all. she just could not the other day, her mother was supposed to be 19 years old. what do we have here? nobody will leave. dream from what? she hides a padded curtain for me. the junk equipment

doesn’t work for them, it doesn’t shoot anything. the nest was knocked down by woodpeckers victor rakov you will return the fugitive to the palace i have an order to

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in the world, vladimir or andrey sergey in honor of a colleague. can you tell me who the father of the baby is going to go to the city hospital. i sleep very well. and i stopped getting sick. love comes and goes. you played the lena shura-mura yourself. wow , lapukha, but not always without consequences. hello, i wanted to see you, boy. a story to be continued.

eighth apartment, where my mother's neighbor used to live, engineer sazonov collectors lover of butterflies and insects arranged his np house manager gromov that's what i understood, comrade four. i, comrade four, did not understand how to carry out your orders. stubborn student to deprive you understand?

stop, stop, stop, stop. don't move, i need you, i can't be here. this is my house and it doesn't matter yours. during that night, the garrison of the house increased from the factory, red october, several sopers. they

settled in the sixth apartment, the kulikovs with many children lived in it very friendly. now there was a machine gun. works jarva, fascist, girl come here, dambonents to shoot. yes joke joke. let 's all be pretty retarded, okay. what is frozen? what is the girl's name? the name of?

let's girl let's so , citizens, residents of the first floor, settle down to equip and fasten the outer salad from the team .

one more. and here is the officer, apparently the poor yurgertz. your people are being thrown out of windows. and you are standing in front of me, mr. colonel. i want to know why in this damn house the russians had to you are unlikely to blow up fuel reserves in the event of an attack by opponents. the whole army itches, like

monkeys in a zoo, the russians add lye to the hall of washing bees. tomorrow this cursed house will be ours, you handed it over to the russians. you will return it to us so that these bastards die. so let's teach them a lesson.

from a black sheep, at least wool. my hands are busy. who are you? no. earth earth in general sand earth people always walk here from the river. why land from the shore? we carry the germans,

bombed the barge with grain. here we collect, then we sift the grain, dry the porridge and cook for the children. she, of course, creaks with sand on her teeth, but nothing is possible here. they didn’t give up, we live in it and everyone walks here and we will walk nothing captain let you go i can’t i hear this voice god put his mouth in her stomach. close yours.

i see that others eat what i bring you, you give it yourself. or do they take power? look. this is my wife.