the kovarniks kept failing with supplies of tank chests.will punish everything written on the cars and tanks for the victory, everything for the front somehow raised. well, we got to the city of the former ground. we have unloaded one and a half hundred square meters there . and at night i remember we are all lying there, who is like on the floor. one is coming, comrade. military i really do not know the rank, as he was private or sergeant the weather was not. screaming, forward for the motherland, for stalin i ask, i say, what is it like screaming at the front. talk was a prisoner of the germans. the strong one was mocked during the day, even this red star on his chest was burned out. yes, they are real fascists. third group disability i think i think i will go native places. i don't write about her anywhere. who will write, will i send the dead or what? i am silent. i went i'm coming. i ask, where is the cannabis here? here he says. probably yes, he asked. she, and the mother is an old woman, speaks here she speaks. i'll go a little more.