fair skin A surprisingly thin scarf of a light-amber silk material was loosely tied around her, perfectly matching the color of beautiful amber eyes with long eyelashes. Oddly enough, but the bruises did not spoil her at all, but on the contrary - they gave a certain charm.

Olya run to record a song - tomorrow everything will be in the “Battle Sheet”. Then I remembered and sang my beloved of my equally beloved Leps, but this is for the soul:

Natalie, quench my sorrows, Natalie.

Natalie, I passed the desert half-earth sadness.

Natalie, I came back to tell you: "Forgive."

Natalie, from the fate and from you I will not leave.

Soothe my sorrows, Natalie.

Natalie.

Both girls, sergeants, nurses, were in complete shock - so this is the author of the poems in the "Combat Sheets"? Yes, they all know the Crimea by heart - they looked at me with such burning eyes ... Then cry again - they have already forgiven their lives! And how lucky they are - they are safe now, tomorrow they will be assigned to the hospital staff, because the head of the hospital, the first-rank medical officer will be very pleased. Still - two nurses with great experience!

Then all the girls, except for the general's ration, handed a roll of expensive silk, which I noticed in Simferopol and loaded onto the long-suffering Stepa. We still have winter now, and there are five girls in stock, and this expensive silk will go to them on linen. I have to think about everything at once. But the war continues!

Natalya slept with me - once the general sang a song to her, but from the heart, she definitely should “thank” me. And fit. The girls saved everything about Stepa asked, obviously they liked their savior. I answered - Stepan is far from an angel, and in heaven he has no place. But once in hell, he will easily cut out half the devils, and build the rest and make the marching trooper sing serenades, but he is really sentimental. Costs of education. In the morning we had breakfast together. I joked about Styopa, who, on my behalf, handed the roll. As it turned out, something was there at night, both nurses lay down with Stepan, so they were afraid of everything. And now both immediately want to marry him. Here are the things! Well, I have to go! So in the morning I left. You can't stop the war!

The pre-dawn air is filled with the smell of night violet and fragrant cumin. Soon the sun will rise. So it appeared. Every time I try to catch the moment when fog disappears, but it always happens suddenly and immediately. The droplets of the morning race were visible, the impression that nature was washing it.

But further ... Smoke almost did not dissipate over the steppe. Chadilo, in fact, is now all over the world - shells exploded on paradise islands in the Pacific Ocean, raising white coral sand. Red granular sand swirled under the blows of land mines in the Sahara. Bombs fell on the permafrost of the Arctic, torpedoes slid under the blue waters of the Mediterranean Sea. German wolf packs of submarines attacked ships from the United States. German torpedo bombers, after swallowing chocolate with cocaine, attacked the PQ caravans. World War!

I introduced the major to the place of a seriously wounded regiment commander, saying that German saboteurs had attacked the car, but we got out. The major was just a hero! Then, at headquarters, he was eager to go to seek justice in a special department, but I dared to persuade him and persuaded him. It's the same "frostbitten" for the whole KGB! They only think how to “blind” someone. At the first interrogation, you and I will fall into a stupor from the simplest question, and in a couple of days we will confess that we are both agents of Nicaraguan intelligence and we will tearfully beg us to shoot us. To which the good uncles from the NKVD will object and on the way sculpt us to rape cattle with a fatal outcome and parallel to the theft of cuckoo eggs. My boys beat a whack!

We drank a glass of cognac for good luck, the major nervously laughed and went about his business. And then Ksyusha gave me a translation from “Berlinen Zeitung”, they took from the captive captain. I was stunned - in the article is written:

- Of course, not every Russian soldier during the Second World War is a murderer or a rapist: just the majority of them. They killed those who carried Europeanization and European culture into their wild steppes. Yes, and having seized the public mobile home of 122 Wehrmacht divisions, these Russian villains raped everyone.

From the speech of Senator Dr. William Pierce, USA

I was shocked, and even Ksyusha lost her heart, then apologized. Yes, I said that you should not apologize - with such "friends" and enemies do not need!

Then Tolbukhin came in and shook his head - as our translator is good. She is definitely really beautiful - height above average, slender legs, not narrow and not wide hips with an appetizing toned ass, incredibly narrow waist, seductive chest of medium size, round shape, swan neck, beautiful symmetrical face, lush shiny black hair and dark blue beautiful eyes. I can not believe that Ksyusha was sleeping with me! Such a beauty!

- Fyodor Ivanovich, you notice how healthy her velvety skin is milky and what posture. Surely you, comrade colonel, such a beautiful woman does not assign the rank of lieutenant. Fyodor Ivanovich, by the way, there are buttonholes with two ruby ​​cubes ... Tolbukhin sneered and wrote down in a notebook - tomorrow the beauty should go to the drill department, there will be a copy of the order.

Yes, here our conversation was interrupted by the head of intelligence, there is interesting news - the so-called “new eastern legions” arrived in the new parts of the army of Manstein - recruited from the inhabitants of the USSR - Armenian, Azerbaijani, North Caucasian, Georgian, Turkestan, Volga-Tatar, Crimean Tatar. They were already under a hundred thousand people, and with the fall of the Caucasus, their number has increased. True, from Ukraine they were sent to the east - to maintain order and fight with our partisan detachments. Three thousand arrived here. But also to other places, and not only Caucasian, but also Volga and Central Asian legions were sent, in the expectation of the Wehrmacht coming soon. And some of the divisions of these legions also turned out to be on our and its environs - either through travel or service. There were also the Cossacks of Krasnov - these gave us particular trouble. Fighters though where! But ... thanks to our steadfastness in defense there was no uprising in the Kuban and in Kalmykia. And thanks to the raid of the division of the Book - Paulus's army does not suit Stalingrad. All the fuel “burned these barbarians,” as Gebels squealed on the radio. But since he was so worried, then we will add to him more experiences!

So, at night, at my very urgent "request", our aircraft tried very hard. Putting out napalm aircraft tanks - such a “tank” with a capacity of two hundred liters of “witch jelly” set up a thirty-twenty meter fire. Two white phosphorus igniter, flavored with magnesium shavings, worked, and soot fire lashed out in all directions, flooding the trenches, sinking into bunkers, mutilating and crippling the "enemy's living force."

The first to take the hit were the tank crews of the Nord-Land regiment staffed with such dashing volunteers from Norway, Sweden, Estonia and Finland.Then the next night - and again raid. During the day, the anti-aircraft guns and the major came, like an experienced artilleryman, frolicking. Powerful shells per kilometer smashed the T-3 into smithereens. The Germans, whose forces were pinned down on the front line, could do nothing to help the Romanians, who abandoned tanks and beat record long-distance running. And at night there was again a raid on the Lapotnikov airfield. So the Berlin radio was screaming with might and main about the "eastern barbarians".

In the morning we imitated the attack on the right flank. The Germans thrashed incessantly from MG, but my girls-sniper did not sleep. I was perfectly visible to the powerful trophy optics. In the rumble of gaps, a muffled shot from the SVT sniper rifle went unnoticed. "Machine-gun" Fritz spread his brains and disappeared somewhere, probably following the new ones. When I expressed on the manual, everyone laughed heartily. And they immediately wrote down my expression in the new “War Leaflet”.

And then IL-4 from 5 kilometers at night dumped "lighters" on Ploiesti and on the port of Constanta. Even the clouds at night were highlighted in red - the oil terminals were burning. And not a day of peace - napalm tanks on the Nazi tank regiment. Three Su-2 died at night, but they died for good reason! And here you can see how the praised German skill instantly evaporates in the hellfire of the fire. I saw how completely distraught warriors, having abandoned their weapons, rushed to escape in a forest windbreak; but although some of them were unlucky, they got entangled in a thick bush that grew along the edge of the forest. But they were not lucky fatally - they were instantly smitten with machine-gun bursts, which came from two flying trophy "Khanomag". At the same time, the backlight for the aiming shooting of our guys was chic and not only for the Germans fleeing in panic — the equipment was not very lucky either, it was abandoned by them and the horse carriages in terrible haste. And "DShK" easily opened all these half-track armics!

Soon the number of fires increased, and the roar that stood around was sometimes completely blocked by the death pill, desperately tearing the soul by neighing horses. I think those few of the Germans who escaped and fled to the forest, after such a night, will not be able to sleep peacefully for a long time; their normal soldier psyche is the end - without a trace such horrible events do not pass. There is one iuz of two things: either you become a berserker, or immediately a sneaky schmucker - there is no use to the one and the other in modern war.

It was time for me to relieve stress - it was a terrible night for both the Germans and our warriors. Natasha clearly told me that after dinner, or rather, after breakfast, they would treat me. And massage, and shots, and Sveta's mouth, and Olya's ass - they are waiting for me! But what can they tell about the night fight? I gave them all, remembering the verses:

The hero is watching the snowy forest,
Looks and thinks: That's the same climbed!
If I knew it would be so sad
It would have been better if I had left before.

In the sea you would be drowned, on the field,
Ile in exile ... or in Kherson?
Immediately would die - il to heaven, or to hell!
And so here to hang out - what is to blame?

That same cried, they say, a chance to first.
As if living once was not enough.
So jump up, take his mother ...
There is nothing simpler to wish !.

And the charming laughter of the girls was my best reward! And Olya in her repertoire! Quickly recorded everything - there is material for the new “Fighting Leaflet”!