i asked hesitantly, pointing to vasya druzhinin. tell them. let them know one military friend of yours nodded, friend did a good job. he managed to inform the patrol service of our troops in time, and a suspicious person who turned out to be a foreign spy and was us. detained. druzhinin also died, like a hero on october 9, 1942, in the yard of the orphanage before being loaded into a gas chamber. vasya tied a pioneer coat around his neck. a tie at the moment when the fascist grabbed him. vasya said the russians would come and take revenge for us, and then they would come for us. and the fascist, of course, did not like it. he tore off this tie from him and, like a kitten, threw vasya a into the body of the soul sponges. after the tragedy in the yeysk orphanage, 8 decades have passed, the nazi executioners are no longer alive, but their names should still go down in history as the names of the killers. you know the main principle, really right. yes? it's not his cruelty. this is his inevitability. maybe i'll say a banal phrase that it's not the