yard, they listened to the stories of the survivors about how a tank drove right down this street, bastovyages, whose husband was already there already in shevchen, the apartment he lived there was burned down , and in general, gangrene of his legs from frostbite began somewhere, it seems that at that time they brought something here, first they brought a door on which they tried to take him out, and he was just lying here in the open air on some blankets, covered with some kind of bradin that's where the locals brought them they say take him out and we raise this tarpaulin and i understand that we won't bring him i work at an institute i finished a course of lectures to students i continue experimental work but not me anymore i repeatedly said to my colleagues that you are sorry for me . sometimes i listen to you and i lose the main idea of ​​the conversation. because sometimes when i listen to people who are simply discussing life's everyday problems , i don't understand what they are talking about . to the east and recently began to drive cars there for the armed forces , that is, we tr