For some reason, he summoned him to himself, calling the wolf who appeared to be a shadow to him, and collecting all the marsh grass on his feet, in secret, from everyone in Snejnica, he walked through her night marsh.

While on the other side of the village of Snezhnitsa, a large partisan detachment was going deep into the forest to strike the village. Together with the regular Soviet troops, they sought to discourage the Germans from the Snezhnitsa and make an encirclement of the fascist troops and the tank brigade.

SS standing in the village. They had to break into the village from the outskirts of the forest in the morning, and from the entrance to the village Soviet tanks had to break in from the main road. According to the calculations of command, this should be a complete surprise to the Germans. They assumed so, having connected from the air for the general strike of assault aircraft.

But the fascists were already aware of the attack, thanks to the deceased at the hands of his own policemen, a traitor to the elder Kozhuba Seraphim. Yes, and the impending bad weather will be an obstacle to the early capture of this Belarusian village.

No one yet knew that the flight of aviation would not be possible at all because of the total darkness and zero visibility above the village. Aviation will generally stand aside from the battlefield, both ours and Germans. And there will be no air support, and it may even be for the better.

A huge cloud gathered on the horizon, and went across the front line, blazing with lightning and the thunder of peals of thunder, pouring trenches of Germans and Russians on the front line of military contact of both armed opposing units. She rolled on a snowdrop and

on the surrounding village dense Belarusian forest. She carried tons of summer warm water in herself to the sleeping village of the night and the Wolf marsh through which the policeman Draka secretly made her way from everyone.

He then hurried, then stopped to determine his swamp route in complete darkness. He kept his way to the Wolf's lair. TO

her mistress of this swamp and farm. To the one that saved him still surrounded by their swamps. And he owed her his salvation.

Cursing again, Draka reached into his pocket for the matches. He struck them and saw her. Its in front of you.

She stood in front of him.

The one who condemned to death in her swamps the police Toad. It was she who, with her ghostly gray shadow in the guise of a wolf, confused all the cards to the policemen and elder Seraphim Kozhube and gutted his corpse in the swamp.

She stood in the guise of a young girl in front of him. She stood in one old vintage sundress on a naked body with a floral wedding wreath of marsh lilies on a dark brown head and looked at him with wolfish sparkling yellow eyes. She stood right on the path in the wet marsh grass with bare feet.

“I came,” said, with a shudder in his voice, which was already frightened by the nightly terrible meetings of the Dryk. “I came as you ordered.”

“I came here and fine,” said the she-wolf and the mistress of the marsh. “But I already thought how to blow all the blood of the policeman to you.” You, probably, have already forgotten the name of your present, serving on these fighters from other lands. Sometimes I think it was for nothing that saved you from my swamp. But this was what my forest Goddess Mother wanted. This is what my forest Father wanted. They see my future and the future of my swamp. And I need you again Drak.

- What should I do again - without even thinking about, saving my ass from troubles, asked Dryk at the she-wolf.

“I see you worrying about the village policeman about yourself,” she told him. “I will let you go after you bring me a new victim.” I need this not for me, but for someone else.

“I will do it, the queen of the forest,” said Draka. “You need not worry. I will bring soon. How much do you need.

“Bring everyone you can bring,” answered the marsh wolf, baffling at the Dryku. And bring them in the morning, at dawn. And then I will free you from all of my obligations and duties as a policeman, Draka, she raised her hand to the hostess of the forest and said, “You are free for now.” Go back to the village. Nobody will touch you in the swamp. Go! - she in an orderly manner told him, and Draka turned back through the swamp, marveling along a narrow path, how in all this time she and all those who live here did not drown in this swamp swamp. None of the werewolf wolves.

***

Outside the window of a rural military commander's office a downpour broke out. With a roar and peals of lightning. He struck at that moment when the guard of the commandant's office was staring, frightened in the direction of the Wolf Forest. All the villagers of the village of Snezhnitsa hid in their homes, shutting themselves off from the approaching thunderstorm. The howl in the swamps subsided as suddenly as it began, and this calmed them along with the Germans.

This is now not very scary, and most of the Whip and Lubava Dronin. While the guard of the commandant's office carried the watch under the pouring rural rain, wrapped in cloaks and hiding the weapon under clothes from getting wet, they were making love in total darkness of the commandant's office right on the table of commander-in-chief Günther Kogel. Their moans and chugs were not heard due to the pouring rain.

Between Lyubava Dronina and Yegor Miroshnikov, a policeman of the Whip, had long been a relationship. She was a girl in the village marching and climbed under all, even under the Germans. So the Pimple was not the only one to whom Lyubava fueled her loving looks. Apparently the Whip turned out to be in this relationship better than the Plysch policeman himself.

At that moment, while the Whip was making love with Dronina Lubava, Simka Pelagina ran home under the torrential rain running through the puddles. She ran to her old little village house with a small garden, in which now there was nothing, because there was a whole German Tiger tank that was buried halfway into the ground. The Germans threw out all the potatoes planted by Simka’s mother and Simka along with the earth, making a caponier for their tank. This tank crew lived in their already very poor country house with two women. They, like other Germans, were hooked into each house and in the house of Simka Pelagina a whole crew of this “Tiger” lived.

The Germans were now afraid of the Russian attack, and they buried their tank right in the garden of two poor rural peasant women, throwing it straight with their green potatoes and leafy trees disguising their hefty and heavy tank from a likely and possible enemy.

Simka, out of breath and flushed all from a quick run, jumped into her house with her mother.

She ran all wet from the pouring rain to her mother.

- Mother! Mother! - she told her quietly in panic hastily said - Tomorrow, the Germans will shoot Aunt Vary and Aunt Pelageya!

Anna Pelagina, clinging to her only daughter, said fearfully - Dawn, frightened again, shouted in the barn. I'm afraid for the nurse. One for the whole village remained. She now feeds the whole village with milk. It is good that even a cash cow and a lot of milk. She will be frightened and there will be no milk, and these reptiles will slaughter her - she said to her in a half whisper - Do not make a noise. Germans in the house. There, in that room, you hear, they make noises. I heard about it from Aunt Styura. We will not be able to help them. Do not run there understood more Simochka.

- But mother! - Simka said frightened - But there, as well as children! There their children are all! And the Germans will kill them too! - she burst into tears and pressed herself against her suffering mother, who was tearing and falling silent.

- We will not help them already Simochka! We will not help! - she pressed her daughter tightly to herself and, having huddled in a corner of the kitchen at home, wept.

***

Ferol cautiously, but quickly got up from that old big bed. Throwing off the blanket with his hand, he quickly jumped off the feather bed and went naked to the window and looked at the moon, covered with a huge black rain cloud. He was lifted out of bed rumbling with strong deafening peals in bright flashes of lightning thunder. He rumbled over the forest and swamp. Rain poured down in buckets. Lightning illuminated the entire wooded swamp.

He was in bed now alone.He slept soundly after a bath. After a hot love orgy with two women kind of wolf .... Read more →