Russians are coming

Heavy rain soaked all around the earth. In an instant, turning it into solid dirt. He poured and poured from heaven, never ceasing, not for a minute. Even in the darkness of the night, he filled all the surrounding area with his warm summer water, thundering with thunder and bright lightning flashes above the swamp forest and the Wolf Farm. A huge black cloud thunderstorm hung over the river Berezina and Snejnitsa.

The streams of rapidly flowing water poured from the roofs of rural houses, with the noise falling on the wet slippery clay now earth.

Rain. Summer warm rain. He poured water from the skies of the roofs of the houses and the gardens of the Snowdrop. He poured all his weight on the heads of the fascists and poured them all the equipment. They were trapped. Their tanks are now bogged down in their caponiers in the gardens of the villagers, sinking even deeper into the damp, loose, fenced earth. It was a big mistake of the Germans. Now they could not even budge and maneuver. Yes, even in the weak morning dawn, in the pouring rain. The roar of thunder and the shine of lightning drowned out the shots of cannonade of gunfire on the front-line, and drowned out the onslaught of the Russian armed forces in the direction of the village of Snezhnitsa.

Lightning struck the exposed communications antenna next to the commandant’s office and the roar frightened Khlyst and Lubava Dronin. They both flew up with fear, and there was no question of further love. They jumped to the window, but in the dark of the early morning nothing was visible from the side where there was a lightning strike, only smoke and a burning communication antenna. She seemed to have blown up, melted from the high-voltage discharge of lightning, and scared the guard-men and German soldiers who were guarding the commandant's office. Those loudly shouted something in their own language as abnormal. Lyubava Dronina, looking at the sitting and hushed doves of the two huddled pigeons in the barn window, crossed over with a fright.

- What are you baptized ?! - pinned slyly Lubava Whip - Baptized or what? - he laughed in her face.

- I'm afraid just - she said, quietly and frightened dressing quickly she - God is everything,

and there is.

- God say you eat! - The whip again lashed Lubawa - God is! No, no shit, I realized a fool! If it were not for this war now and I would not be a policeman. And we would not be in this commandant's office! - he already evil responded loudly to her. Collect monatki and piss off! Oh God remembered when the thunder struck! Whore country! Go away!

He opened the door for her, but then caught her hand - Okay, wait until the rain subsides - The whip suddenly calmed down. He looked out of the window of the commandant’s office and on the Germans who were making noises near the porch, flooded with continuous rain. The whip also had a premonition. Something is amiss. By a touch his nature did not hurt, and he sensed the approach of the soonest possible end

everything. The offensive of the Soviet armies on the front, and in particular here, was expected. And he was thinking about how, if, what to save his own skin in this confusion.

Yes, and the Germans in earnest suddenly right now scared. Nature itself was not for them now, and they all knew this a long time ago. In these wooded places in Belarus all the time something was happening. That disappeared their colleagues. And without a trace. Then these partisans. For the third year, they were hollowed, then the tail, then into the mane. And then there was the dug-out tank forced, and clearly the offensive is expected soon. Just how and where no one from the near command knew. Here are the Fritz and were all the time on the ears and shied away from everything.

There is still this thunderstorm and rain. Rain like a bucket. And lightning.

The pimple also jumped out of bed and did not find Lyubava in their house. He called her, but he was completely confused. She was not at home.

He jumped under the drainage canopy of the house above the door and began to scream in the rain, calling him who betrayed him, like any other friend of Dronina. He returned to the house and began to put on clothes, intending to look for her. Pimple loved Lubava Dronin, but she did not have him and he was indifferent to her.A pimple jumped out of the house under the rain and slid across the mud toward the commandant's office. He suspected his girlfriend in relations with the Whip, and so he decided to catch her on the spot, catching treason.

At that time, on the outskirts of the village of Snezhnitsa, partisans appeared from the wall of a warm summer morning thunderstorm. The first. It was intelligence.

She was on the side of the road soaked in rain and entering the village. And just opposite the collective farm abandoned with the old, almost rotted decayed hay barn, in which sat Barbara Semin and Pelageya Elagina.

The guerrillas cautiously and gently unhurriedly walked through the tall, wet, weeded down to the ground, with a rainstorm of weeds directly to the barn with the captives and their children. Along the log wall, they, clinging to it and ducking as before, reached the corner of its facade with a low wooden plank flooring under the entrance of the hay bale for livestock.

There, under a large rain canopy at the very doors, or, more precisely, the barn gates, were Germans. Guarding the captives. Feltfebel and three German machine gunners with carbines and machine guns. They guarded two village women with their children.

Outside the gate, I heard some fuss and rustling, and Barbara opened her eyes. She fell asleep and did not even remember herself when, thinking about tomorrow. She pushed Pelageya aside and she jumped, almost screaming with fright, holding her children close to her.

The barn door creaked quietly and carefully on rusty hinges, and someone looked inside.

- Hey - quietly I heard someone's male voice - Are you all alive?

Pelagia almost screamed for joy, forgetting everything, but Barbara covered her mouth with her hand.

- Who you are? - she asked - Partisans?

- They are the most - again they quietly answered a voice from behind the door - Intelligence. We came to rescue you.

Barbara rose to her feet and all her children, like chickens, pressed against her as a hen.

The man came out from behind the door and went towards Varvara.

- Get ready - he continued to tell them - It's time to escape from here. Soon our tanks will be on the way here.

Barbara shook with joy and rushed with the children to the man.

It was her Savely. Savely Semin. He came for her. Her husband. Alive and unscathed. He was in the maskkalate scout. Behind him came two more, then it was probably his comrades in the service.

Barbara hung, kissing Savely on his neck, and sobbed. His children stuck to him. Immediately, Pelagia with the children also rose, and also approached Savely, looking with tears at him and Varvara and at other Soviet soldiers.

- Well, that's it! Everything! Stop Varenka, stop it! - Said Savely - It's time to run away from here, until everything started! - he embraced Barbara and covered with a canvas cloak with the children and brought to the barn threshold. Behind them came out and Pelagia with children. She and the children were also shrouded in intelligence clothing from the pouring rain and other soldiers were taken out of the barn to freedom.

No one was on the threshold. None of the Germans guarding them. They were quietly taken down by the reconnaissance and thrown behind the barn by the still warm lifeless corpses.

On the threshold under a shed stood a few forest partisans. They were apparently allocated assistance to infantry reconnaissance.

They joined the fleeing and together with them left the collective-farm barn in the pouring rain.

The fugitives crossed the road along which Soviet troops advanced on the Snezhnitsa, literally in front of them and went into the woods to meet the partisan detachment that was on the right side of the village.

Soon they were in the forest among the rescue trees and still covered with morning darkness and a thundercloud of the sky.

***

Having frightened the owl sitting on the branches wet from the rain in the morning, the partisans emerged from the forest on the opposite side of the village to the Wolf Farm. Directly in the pouring rain. On forest dirt and paths. Knocking down all the water from the damp bushes of the forest and the partisans who were wet to the bone, they dragged the guns of a horse with a horse-drawn carriage and heavy machine guns from the right side towards Snezhnitsa. They were preparing for the offensive and the liberation of the Belarusian village from the Nazis.

Numerous fighting and well-armed detachment dispersed throughout the outskirts of the village.

People came to avenge their death and the villages burned by the punishers. It was here that they wanted to recoup ...