we were expelled from their village and driven along the shagan from the one you grow up to zaretsky. this is naked for the sake of this kilometer, 20 odd will be the development of chickens, peck, yes pipe and sister. well, i don’t feel it anymore, but my hands and she’s dead. at the beginning of march 1944, the military intelligence of the 65th army reported to its commander, pavel ivanovich batov , that a camp had been discovered on the territory of the kalinkovichi region, where contains a large number of civilians, judging by all the signs. this is exactly the camp about which there was already operational information. the germans organized a typhoid camp in the woodland as a protective shield against the advancing red army. his last hopes were pinned on him. stop the rapid advance of the soviet troops. it was assumed that when the camp was liberated , mass infection would begin among them. now the information was confirmed, intelligence reported that behind the barbed wire a large number there are no people on the ground, there are no buildings on the territory, except for the t

misha said, and we are a classmate with him, or misha, i can’t work for you, what i did today with zaretskyy will spit on the stage and scatter. all. he says, well, you 're doing the right thing. i say that and where it was then that his composition was not very good. eh, as a soloist of soloists, and soloists with all of them, i worked with korik for two concerts and i did a concert for the president of the philharmonic society with skorikov. uh, military military concert. after that, we gave the title for a very long time. skoriks adhered to this topic. this is what you give him put, but i just do not understand. explain what it means to scatter everything. well, there the next day, that is, losing equipment, of course, yes. they begin to sing their songs. they don't touch these songs, but they already hurt that acoustic aura that i create for them. eh, on this piece. they sing something else , you know, you love me. i love you this and everything, and everything. you for tomorrow i see that i'm working. no, he is not flowers, the tunnel once said, mikhal is the light of his memory, littl