In the ears, the wheels beat in time.
A lone star shines through the window.
In your arms the world froze for a brief moment.
He exists only for the two of us.

What clever I got in Dzhankoy both doctors. After talking with Mehlis, in the evening I was under pressure, and they unanimously accepted to soothe and heal me. Massage, just a wonderful massage, vitamin prick and a wonderful “powdering”. They took me to a two-story house near the front headquarters, the water was connected, so my fighting friends after dinner even sometimes bathed me. It was a delight! Gentle hands washed so beautifully, I relaxed and wanted to sleep, only my “old friend” clearly wanted something else, standing up with a stake.

Having caressed me and allowing me to finish in it, my dear Irina Ivanovna spat into the bathroom. Looking after her, I certainly could not help but note the long, strong legs, strong, elastic buttocks, a thin waist and a straight, proud spread of the shoulders. I certainly really liked this young woman. But the war continues and since the early morning I flew on business, but well inspired by my beauties!

The free steppe wind blithely rushed along the flat, like a plate and endless Crimean plain, only in some places, disturbing it and diversifying the landscape, low hills, overgrown after rains with lush winter greens with bright red dots of blooming tulips, rose. From his unexpected outbursts in the spring, strewn with flowers in the steppe, unhurried, multi-colored waves rolled in, similar to those that walked along the real ocean, changing from pale green to lilac-purple. In the middle of a bright blue, without a single cloud, the sky was fiercely glowing the golden circle of the midday sun. It is cold, but soon, in a matter of months, the bright green of the grass will disappear from the expanses of the steppe and only scorched earth and dusty grass will remain. Crimea is Crimea - in Moscow there is still snow, and here is spring!

Very early we arrived at the location of the 44 army. Yes, what is the army? One thing is the name, in the 1 NKVD division there are more people. The clouds that had drawn the sky away somewhere, from the night sky the precious scattering of colorful sparks of stars slyly winked at the golden disk of the moon gleaming like a king of the sky among them. The contours of cars and tents were drowned in the ink darkness, their outlines were more likely guessed. Only duty lamps illuminating the camp perimeter indicated the presence of human civilization in the pristine corner of Crimea. Nature rested, silence, only restless steppe cicadas chirped loudly. A sudden gust of wind cooled the heated body, carried the croaking of frogs in love, the smell of river mud and pine needles.

Checking the preparation of breakfast and ordering to speed up the construction of defensive positions, I went to headquarters. Tolbukhin is still a strong staff worker who has already prepared orders, as I ordered him.

- General Book! Here is an order, sign here. After breakfast, raise your division. Your combat and dashing 72 division must, without getting involved in battles, defeat the warehouses of Manstein’s 11th Army. And do not argue, no fighting! You are an intelligent man, Vasily Ivanovich, there are tanks there ... And in the warehouses there is sausage, chocolate, brandy ...Food pick up, burn warehouses. And then here - the warehouses of the 6th army, which goes to the city of Stalingrad. The same thing - burn warehouses, especially fuel. And not forgetting the Cossack principle - that is taken from the battle. it is absolutely holy! Do not forget? Questions! Forward! Raise the division in alarm and raid. General Book, you are a smart person and you will do everything as I asked you. Military luck, comrade general!

How he moved his mustache! Yes, no one has yet called the Book smart. But at least in the warehouse, he will be a hero. The motto of the Cossacks: that with the battle taken - then holy. And let Manstein fight without ammunition and fuel! This is where the Book Division will come in handy. And then gathered cavalry in the Crimea - why? Its time has passed! And how can I feed his cavalry? Although in Moscow schoolchildren sang a comic song

Comrade Voroshilov, the war is on its way

And Budyonny's cavalry went to the sausage!

I explained to all the commanders present at the meeting that now is “motor time” and horsemen can only be used as dragoons — they quickly rushed into place, and in case of danger they quickly disappeared.

And here this meteor - Mehlis flew in! Knowing his irrepressible nature, I immediately gave him the floor and the slogans fell down like a cesspool. And while I read the rest of the orders and, having signed them, I sent them to each regiment with couriers.

- Comrade General Kozlov! Yes, you do not listen to me at all!

- Why should I listen to your talk? Let her listen to political instructors. And my task is completely different - not to miss Manstein in the Crimea. So I don’t have time to listen to your stupid chatter. And what are you, Lev Zakharovich, such a red steel? And eyes goggled? You probably have a Bazedov disease, take a trip to our hospital, get medical treatment - from the very beginning I decided to put it in its place. “Putting me in my pocket” and commanding him will not succeed. Lev Zakharovich, are you not going to faint? Has the pressure jumped? To the doctors, urgently!

In RI history, he forbade the preparation of defense, they say, the Soviet soldiers are strong in spirit. not trenches. Idiot! Here Manstein so Crimea from a raid and captured.

Red as a cancer, he jumped out - apparently ran to call Stalin. Fair wind! I also traveled to Dzhankoy, mobilizing all the cars for the removal of logs from the station, for the construction of the PILOTS. And, knowing how the Mehlis’s trip by divisions would end, he decided to drive himself, warning Ivanov. And he found five more Cossacks in the detachment of the national militia, and now they were traveling with us, rubbing their hands and cradling and squeezing their whips in their hands. That pier is your inventor general, Ivanov! By the way, you need to assign him a lieutenant! And why pull - I immediately gave instructions Tolbukhin. As the commander of a platoon of personal protection - to the senior lieutenant possible. And he will be pleased, and my boys too, they say, the real commander directs them, with two ruby ​​dice in buttonholes. And rightly so - the commander is the commander! So I handed him buttonholes with ruby ​​cubes, and in the drill section you can go after the entry in the book of the commander of the Red Army.

And so it happened - no one digs trenches, no parapets for T-26 tanks. What's the matter? Comrade Mehlis banned! Well, where is the order? There is no written order, but there is an order from the front commander. So you refused to carry out the order of your front commander? Ivanov! The Cossacks deftly picked up the regiment commander, senior political officer and commander of the sapper company, and Stepan with his steel hands pulled them to the shed. All three are pale - this is no joke! Do not execute a strict order of the front commander!

- For sabotage, failure to comply with the orders of the front commander, for the collapse of discipline, for preparing for the surrender of the front positions to the German invaders - to shoot these villains! - the Cossacks deftly gave a short queue over their heads. They all fell and lay quietly, still not realizing what kind of light they were on - only the senior political officer froze, as if his body had caused some strange convulsion, somehow detached, as a background, suddenly feeling how wet and heavy the pants between their legs were, and on the inside of the thighs something hot began to flow. But he did not care at all. Then, it seems, he lost consciousness.

Then Styopa deftly pulled them to me:

Nobody crap? My guards missed. Today missed. So change breeches today. But I will come tomorrow and then ... - sharply inspired by what he saw, all the soldiers and commanders began to vigorously engage in trenches and dzots. We also drove, there were still such "executions", the Cossacks even managed to give some to the kidneys or to kick them. But well impressed - everyone worked like animals. And I explained to all - to carry out only my orders. But if Mehlis orders something? Yes, in his mouth sweaty feet of an elderly hare! - I screamed in rage! And he added, noticing how my guys moved their lips, apparently remembering some of the revolutions of the mat from the 21st century. Especially they liked the most modest:

- "If you want to say something - stand and be silent, rooted to the spot" and ...