you know, the story of this poetess yulia drunina in the forty-third year. she received a shrapnel wound in the neck. literally a few millimeters, the fragment stopped from the carotid artery. she bandaged her neck and went on to save and pull out our wounded soldiers. from the battlefield. this 43. but today in our time there are such heroes maria miroshnichenko i think that the whole country already knows her very well, we met her at luzhniki and told the story of masha's 28-year-old march, which in the very first days takes part in a military operation in the donbass and you were also wounded, and you also saved the fighters. yes, from the first days we participated in this special operation. helped our comrades. they provided them with all the help they could, beyond their strength, so that they returned back to duty, so that they were alive and healthy. well, that's true, you were injured and continued to help the guys pull them out of the battlefield. yes, i did not even initially understand only in the evening. i began to realize that something hurts

the left of such a state of readiness number one and the great-tatarmy i remember the verses of yulia drunina's front-line poetry. i love you, my youth, we are the soldiers of the zapata, your sons and all the veterans who are made of such an alloy here , that they are soldiers of the smell. and they are waiting for us to win and will continue to win the situation is difficult we are in a state of moral spiritual physical readiness to be where i need to be for 100 years. i've been looking forward to this holiday. and i fought for four years from the first day, as if i saw only young. well, in rzhev, i myself, from under rzhev, from a large family to my shafts, four three brothers, and today i am a holiday day with tears in my eyes, as they say, today be an optimist and look straight into life and not be afraid of anything and everything will be fine, but immediately after vladimir putin, with guests and veterans, went to the alexander garden, he laid flowers at the tomb of the unknown soldier. this is a long tradition of state leaders. vladimir putin always observes it and usually comes to the

such state of readiness number one and great-tatarmy i remember the poems of front-line poetry by yulia druninay, my youth, we are the soldiers of the zapata, your sons and all the veterans who are made of such an alloy here that they are the soldiers of the zapata, and our spirit has won and will continue to win the situation is difficult we are in a state of moral spiritual physical. the readiness to be where it is necessary and the enemy, if not finished off by the forty-fifth today in the face of nazism, will be defeated of this, we are sure that all veterans always have a question for everyone. where do you get the strength from? i will say, honestly, the consciousness that my motherland this is something without which there is no strength, no urine, no spirit, it exists, it is gaining strength, it is invincible, and it inspires such vitality that it seems that everything is within the reach of everything about the body and it will be as the people want power to move forward. here , sergei will sit next to a bunch of shoigu, therefore, we now need to complete our live broadcast, and we rea

it's no matter how strangely, a woman, a front-line poet, yulia drunina, did, who wrote, i only onceto-hand combat once in reality and a thousand times in a dream. whoever says that it's not scary in the war, he did not know anything about the war. practically looking into the eyes, because if one on one, it is still possible, so to speak, to make peace by force, but when you are expanded and you don’t know who it is, or whether it will stab me, otherwise it’s very fear, but that no less. i was strong when the shells for his forty-five ran out. he raised his reckoning. they say not scary not scary, nothing like that was scary. i think it's my hair. this is how you will stand when i was walking with a carbine, a carbine, no bayonet, and i got a german. such a healthy german came across. well, of course, i knew the tricks of recapturing a rifle from a german, but it hit the wrong hand, right here. to me in one shooting. they broke my arm, the audience does not know about it. they broke my arm. the fracture was serious. here was a completely shoulder-length cast and came up. excuse me t