At that time, two young female wolves standing nearby, threw off all their clothes, jumped to two more warm groups, and began rubbing about them in their fresh bloody flesh and blood flowing down. They rubbed like animals, naked female bodies about each other, bathing in the fresh blood of those whom Ferol had turned into ground meat with his fangs and claws.

While they were doing this, the werewolf Ferol turned in the direction of the coastal large swamp puddle, to where the riot colonel Günter Kogel flew. But Kogel was no longer there. He took advantage of the moment while Ferol tormented his victims by crawling on water and grass, crawled again towards the swamp into the forest. He wanted to take refuge in the now quagmire itself and a fog diming white as milk. Stunned by a strong bestial blow, practically deaf and with his right cheek cut by claws, Kogel crawled all over in the swamp mud and grass, quietly trying to hide from terrible pursuit, not realizing that it was meaningless, that it was the end anyway, but he instinctively tried to save a potential victim.

***

Simka fled along the liberated Snejnice among the standing soldiers of the Soviet army and partisans. Past the tanks and cars. It was a short stop. They had to move on. The villagers hugged the soldiers and rejoiced in the liberation of their village from the fascists.

She came back. Catching the dawn cow in the forest and skipping the whole battle and sitting with the cow in the thick birch forest of the right-hand forest from Snezhnitsa, she ran to the aunt Styure and her mother standing next to one pilot. He asked about his partner and about the fight over this village and about the fact that he fell in the area of ​​the marshes, when the fighter caught fire.

- What do you mean! - Intervened in the conversation Simka Semagina - Yes, it was like that! It was even scary! - she shouted loudly for joy - Then one German fell behind our gardens and one to those swamps. But you probably will not find anyone now! These places are rotten. No one from there ever came out alive - and she stopped a little, looking at her mother, indignantly and judgingly at her daughter. And she immediately remembered her missing hunter father there, who had already wandered into the marshes drunk straight from the Durra and from her garden, who had just left the village on the Wolf Marsh before the war. He, having quarreled with Simkina's mother because of another drunkenness, disappeared there forever and no one saw him again. Or drowned in a swamp or something worse hit the wolves teeth.

“Are there wolves there?” - An unknown Simka pilot asked her mother.

- They say a lot of wolves and uneasy wolves - Anna Pelagina answered, jerking as if from fright - Do not go there comrade officer. For God's sake do not go. There is no salvation for anyone. Everyone in our village knows. There have long been people disappear. If your combat friend did not get out, somehow, magically from this swamp, then you will never find him again - and she took her daughter by the hand, looking down, as if guilty, went home along the relative. Past past the Soviet soldiers and partisans, the wife of the headman Seraphim Kozhuba Maria. She ran around the village in search of her husband, asking everyone about him.

- Wow! Here is a fool this Mary! - Pelagia Zimina said loudly, standing with joyfully screaming children at her fence at home with Barbara Semina and her husband intelligence officer Savely - She lived with such a creature. But for some reason I even feel sorry for her now.

But Varvara did not pay attention to the traitor's wife, Maria. Even the brother of her husband, Timothy Kozhub, did not approach her.He stood in a crowd of joyful villagers, old men and women and partisans celebrating the victory with their commanders, and in silence, watched as she ran through the village and asked everyone. Maybe it clinked, maybe something else? So everyone thought, now looking at her. She had no peace from the moment the elder Kozhuba went missing in the marsh area. They already spoke in the village that she saw him in a dream, then one night, and he told her who killed him and how. Here it is like that and moved by the mind.

- You will soon return Savushka - Barbara, hugging her husband, kissed him and he, too.

“Here we will catch up with the Germans before Berlin, and I will come,” he told her. “See you later, Varenka.” Their little ones are the same as Pelagia, the children stuck to them both and tugged dad by wearing camouflage camouflage.

***

Sergey was in a state of shock. After all he heard about the place of his friend's death, he had no peace. He, on the military Emka, along with the soldiers, the scouts, drove up to the edge of the marshes, and he did not understand why he began to shout at the name of his friend Dmitry. He shouted there in a creepy, still wet, foggy marsh in a pine bog covered with thick forests of marsh birch.

- Dimka! - he shouted - Arsentev! - Captain Anikanov called his friend, looking at the white swamped, deep forest mist. He hoped that his friend was still somewhere there and was hiding from the fascists in the swamp forest. His voice was well heard, and echoed loudly through the swamp forest in a thick fog.

A senior intelligence sergeant approached him already in respectable age - No one is there, comrade captain. It's time to go.

Listening to the dark swamp forest a loud cry of a raven, Anikanov cut it off - But you wait! I know he is somewhere in the fog. I feel Dimka alive! He could not just die like that here! - he shouted again, looking at the swamp - Dimka Arsentev! Do you hear me! This is me Serega Anikanov!

- Comrade captain! - said senior intelligence sergeant already louder - We must hurry. Everyone is already leaving the village! Comrade Captain!

- Yes, wait you! - nervous, the captain Anikanov shouted at the sergeant - Dimka! - he shouted again, and the echo of his voice swept through the foggy forest - Dimka Arsentiev! Do you hear me?! Answer me!

- Comrade captain! - also nervous, said senior intelligence sergeant loudly - We must go! I have an order!

- So let's eat, if you hurry, if necessary! - freaked out Anikanov - And I'll catch up later!

- Comrade Captain, I can not live without you! - nervous, said senior intelligence sergeant - I have an order to accompany you! And it's time to go back!

Anikanov looked in the direction of Snezhnitsa and saw how the troops were already leaving the village liberated from the Germans.

- Damn it! Shouted Captain Anikanov - Damn! Dimka! - he shouted lastly when he sat down with the scouts in the military Emka - I will come back to you! Dimka! - he shouted at last - I'll be back! I will find you!

And the military Emka with the scouts and with Sergey Anikanov in the damp, high rain-nailed grass and mud began to catch up with their taxi driver. She rushed at full speed to catch up with the Soviet troops on their way to the West.

***

Günter Kogel, rising to his feet, and barely turning over them, wandered through the swamp swamp now almost at random. Ahead of it and around it there was only a solid thick fog after a heavy rainstorm. He was shaking with fear and no longer understood anything from the blow of a powerful werewolf paw of a wolf.

It was a real contusion that knocked Kogel out of his mind for a short time. This monstrous blow of a clawed animal paw on his head knocked out his commander Günther Kogel from the consciousness and did not see all that had happened to his adjutant Yergin Waltrabe and the policeman Drykoy. He so sailed in a muddy puddle after the rain at the shore of the Wolf Farm farm.

Kogel didn’t even remember how he came to himself and only remembered how he crawled, wherever his eyes looked, without looking, at the swampy smelly, swampy mud and wolf from the claws of a werewolf paw that had demolished almost all his right cheek. He didn’t even feel the blood flowing down his neck under his shirt and tunic. He just crawled and crawled through the swamp for a long time, and then, finally, he found the strength to stand on his feet.

Kogel grabbed a thin mossy marsh pine in front of him and looked around. Into the surrounding swampy inactive bog ... Read more →