it could also be me about the death of the gun commander volodya andreev, what a great guy he was, heerful songs, wrote good poems, and how absurdly he died for two days, we didn’t sleep during the day fighting off the squadron that bombed our troops, and at night we changed positions during one moving, volodya sat on the cannon and fell asleep and dream fell from the cannon and someone noticed the eyelet moved. volodya, he only managed to say to his mother before his death. say, well, absurdity, because chronic fatigue, and he wanted to sleep. he didn’t think about it, and all the others even wanted to sleep, but she talks about it with humor, as she talks and they couldn’t wake him up. and then a direct hit. says where they decided such and individual lands. also artillery when and here is a pause between volleys and in the next cell, a fighter somewhere. yes, i have tobacco for me. i say do not eliminate. now, if you ran across, and we, in short, the three of us turned into the next room in the hotel and right there in the gorge, and i just had fate. not volodya or an actor, our gr

it could also be me about the death of the gun commander volodya andreev , what a great guy he was, hete good poems, and how absurdly died for two days, we did not sleep during the day fighting off the squadron that bombed our troops, and at night we changed positions during one move, volodya sat on the cannon and fell asleep and fell off the cannon in a dream. nobody noticed. the gun has moved. volodya, he managed before his death. just say to mom, say also absurd, because chronic fatigue, and he wanted to sleep. he didn’t think about it, and all the others even wanted to sleep, but he talks about it with humor and they couldn’t wake him up. the battalion commander says, take it out. nikulin was seized, which means by the legs and dragged out of the dugout. and then a direct hit. where did they pull out fate, and the second was also the case they were through such cracks and individual lands raids, too , artillery smoke and in the next fighter. i am the lord if you ran across, and you and him, in short, returned to the next hall and right here is the gap. i just had fate. not volodya

my eyes, i always tell myself, after all, it could be me about the death of the gun commander volodya andreevt a magnificent guy he was, he sang wonderful songs, wrote good verses and how ridiculous for two days we did not sleep during the day we fought off the squadron that bombed our troops, and at night we changed positions during one move, volodya sat on the cannon and fell asleep and fell off the cannon in his sleep, no one noticed this. the gun has moved. volodya, he only managed to say to his mother before his death. say , well, absurdity, because chronic fatigue, and he wanted to sleep. he didn't think about it, and everyone else wanted to sleep. uh, even, well, he worked with humor , and they couldn’t wake him up. the battalion commander says he was carried away and they grabbed him, that means by the legs and dragged him out of the dugout and then a direct hit, where did the fates come from? artillery raids can also, but all the time you want smoke when and here is a pause between volleys and in the next cell. fighter, somewhere you come to me , i have a tank. i say don't shoot. now

i always tell myself, after all, it could also be me about the death of the gun commander volodya andreevridiculous