the first among the partisans were the secretary of the district committee tikhan bumashkov and fyodortrict and tender. front-line moscow, the dark emptiness of window courtyards, addresses of loved ones and friends in travel bags, metal in levitan’s voice and the aching warmth of a lyrical song about a dugout. your letters. near the map, a drunken prussian points his finger somewhere at alaska, moskol is kaput, and at night, a yankee with a machine gun takes his sleepy muzzle by the collar, get up, muscovite, porsche, mother of iron. fear penetrated to the bones, konstantin zaslonov, underground worker, kambrik, owner of the piece of iron. the orsha boys did not sleep anywhere, their drivers were known from the urals to the front, and the front began on the outskirts of moscow. years pass, much is forgotten, but this... november 7 will never be forgotten, commander, partisans and partisans, the whole world looks at you as capable of force, will destroy you, the robbers will capture the city, the great liberation mission has chosen novostrog, to be worthy of everyone. they were already