1. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 1
  2. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 2
  3. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 3
  4. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 4
  5. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  6. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 5
  7. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6
  8. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 9
  9. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 8
  10. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 7
  11. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 10
  12. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 11
  13. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 12
  14. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 13
  15. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 14
  16. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 15
  17. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 6 (continued)
  18. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 16
  19. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 19
  20. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 20
  21. Puppeteer. Crimean front. Part 21

At the end of February I went to Sevastopol and I was a bit lucky - Admiral Oktyabrsky was almost sober. Yes, even at my request, having received a "magic pendal" from Stalin, he promised to provide me with aircraft. and even firmly assured me that soon two companies of marines would arrive on the Crimean front. Believe!

I walked with my guards along the embankment. Waiting for the new bombing of the city subsided. The oppressive silence was broken by the sound of the sea, the sound of gulls and the sounds of waves crashing against stones. Before the gaze was the volcanic massif of Kara-Dag, whose grandeur emphasized the enchanting beauty of the sunset. I told the guys charmed by the beauty of the Crimean coast that Kara-Dag with its surroundings is a unique place on our planet, with its unique microclimate. A community of forest, forest-steppe and even Mediterranean vegetation arose on a relatively small area. Among light forests and thickets there are more than 1000 plant species, more than 60 of which are of local origin. Among this magnificence live 30 species of mammals, 80 birds, 15 reptiles, many rare insects. Here is such a unique Kara-Dag.

It was getting dark. The huge crimson sun fell in a bloody ball into the waters of the Black Sea. And it seemed that the water was already painted with the blood of thousands of the dead, who are still alive and walking on this earth, but their fate is predetermined. From one side or the other, thousands will die, tens of thousands will become cripples, for hundreds of thousands, war will cut life in two halves - BEFORE and AFTER. This is a war. Incinerated by respectable gentlemen from the City of London, pushing Hitler's uncle’s money to go east. Here and ours distinguished themselves - the “oligarchs” of the local spill, such as Litvinov and Molotov. And it will take the lives of Russian and German soldiers and sailors just so that the bankers could once again calculate the profit. But to hell with you, and not profit - I thought, I will break your plans for the Crimea.

Stalin and his entourage fought against the oligarchy that emerged in the country after the NEP and the abolition of the monarchy, most likely it was a struggle between oligarchic clans and others. Using the NKVD as a weapon, it was the Boss and his entourage that created the conditions for the loss of Ukraine in 1941. Detachment from the masses, unwillingness to take into account regional conditions and the national question - this is the basis of the defeat of the USSR in the first period of the war. All party committees lived parallel to the people.

On March 1, in the early morning, I was at the headquarters of the 201 division, and then moved on to the advanced NP of the battalion commander. The NP of the battalion was located almost at the top of the skyscraper (although it is a skyscraper, so a slight sloping elevation above the district). One of the big funnels was deepened, a log cabin was laid out, strengthened with rails, they were also blocked with rails and sleepers, and it was covered with earth and disguised. Here you and the observation point with an excellent overview in all directions through the embrasures, and, if necessary, perfectly protected by rails and three layers of sleepers - a firing point.

From there I called all the regiment commanders, the order was to withdraw the troops to the third line of defense. And as soon as I returned, I flew here on my Willis, Mehlis.Stunned by what he saw, as our soldiers hiding, go to the rear, first stunned. Then he flew into the NP divisions and, splashing saliva, shouted:

- How dare you withdraw troops! Comrade Stalin banned waste! Not an inch of our land to the enemy! To die and not to depart!

“What are you yelling like a speculator in the bazaar,” I snapped at him. Close your mouth and bother me. Strategist unfinished! Go ahead with your poltrukami! Nook, what nobody goes? All your political instructors crap and sit in the trenches! Something they do not want to die and not leave. There are two already ran to the rear! Crap eagles rear!

Mehlis was literally suffocating from rabies, but then the SS men judged us. Violent shelling began, but it took about twenty minutes - it looks like the book with its eagles burned down no warehouse. And then my new order - all in the trenches of the first line!

It looks like our reception impressed the burly SS men, who clearly drank schnapps and slapped on a chocolate bar with cocaine.

One term "Baltic tea" is worth something! Innocent name, but in fact ... No, this is not tea, but a mixture of vodka or alcohol with cocaine, acting on a person with a stunning effect. A sharp rise in strength, euphoria, a complete cut-off of the pain of fear ... And addiction, like any drug. Plus, the destruction of the normal functioning of the brain after a rather short time, a loose nervous system and often psychosis, hallucinations,

A la guerre comme a la guerre.

Moreover, they fastened their brilliant breastplates and, apparently, in the high and fog of hallucinogens they considered themselves to be berserkers and they shouted at our trenches with shouts - “Rus, surrender! Hand up! ”But 12 Maxim machine guns are a very significant answer. Powerful ammunition 7, 62 for 54 famously punched the cuirass on the SS chest through. They were killed here unreadable! But again a short artillery preparation and waiting for a new attack.

I looked at the divisional commander. He stuck to the stereo tube, for some time looked at the battlefield, stretched before him. I, too, prinik to the embrasure. It’s good that Kuzmin’s vision was good - I saw everything without binoculars all the way to the bridge and behind it - and this will be four to five kilometers. The trenches, where I fought in the morning, were plowed cleaned up with craters, the enemy and our next line of defense were pretty much shoveled and everything continued to be hammered with heavy shells. I tried to count through the dust and smoke the wrecked tanks. Not without reason, with a scandal, I took three 85-mm anti-aircraft guns - German tanks nailed from a kilometer away. And now - a change of position! Komdiv issued by phone: "Carousel".

The Germans had a strong instrumental reconnaissance in artillery, but on a clever ass ...

All again moved away and changed positions. The shells of large-caliber artillery only prepared for us new craters, which the machine-gunners soon rushed to. And again a squall of fire laid the ranks of boldly marching attackers. And then after my call to the front air force headquarters, several I-15s and swift SU-2s soon rushed in. Damage was strong! Now this formidable division can be boldly called the “Dead Head”.

In the evening, the doctor gave me a massage, and I could hardly move away from the chaos of a terrible fight. Then a glass of brandy and here ... Entered my new nurse! Half naked!

The elegantly predatory grace of the panther, the cat's languid gaze, clearly indicating that it will not leave the slightest chance to anyone, and attracting the gaze of almost all men like a magnet. Her posture, her movements, her manner of holding on - everything says that she sees everyone through, makes us thrill with the most indecent and secret feelings born in male heads stupefied by alcohol and hormonal explosions, and not only there ... Yes, beautiful, sleek, graceful ... female, from which for a mile and a half she has sex appeal. In my head there is only cold analytical calculation, no emotions. Type - business, nothing personal. A sort of biorobot, working on the algorithm once laid ... Well, let's try to change the software. I picked her up and carried her to the bedroom.

I felt how the head of my "soldier" squeezed and massaged the throat muscles. Damn, how good, how nice. How she caresses the tongue of my "general"! But she was already lying on her back, hospitably spreading her long legs in black stockings - I was soon at the peak of passion.I was still twitching in the pleasure of orgasm, as I remembered about my beautiful Anastasia. Just thought about my wife, as soon as something wanted. Well, it is clear what, or rather, whom. What kind of man am I? Near the most beautiful of women, but I think about how to expand another. And this despite the fact that most recently slept with the third. It will be necessary again to consult with the doctor. Maybe she will explain to me what is happening to me. So, with this decided, and now back to the guns ... I realized that I was falling asleep! Sleep is very important to me. After all, only I know all the perepety battles! And in the morning ... She woke me up with a wonderful blowjob, and, sitting between the legs of the beauty doctor, I ended violently. And he was in the morning full of energy! That's what great sex means!

In the morning I was again at the NP 201 division. Losses they had, but small. But now I have ordered all machine guns, and to transfer our and “MG” trophies to the right flank — there will be a formidable 12 Wehrmacht Grenadier Division tomorrow. He asked how Mehlis was here - he was very angry? No, as shelling, the entire political department lodged in the trenches, and then in the car and ran away - armchair heroes of the rear! And I suddenly read poems in the incredible silence of the CP:

On the steps of an old temple,

In the maze of past eras

We stood, We were so few

We stood and waited for the enemies.

We would run, forgetting the honor,

it seems there is nothing more to lose,

But someone said: We are still together!

They do not take us.

Back to back, Shoulder to shoulder,

Life is short hold on guys

I will cry with my blood

So that you can stay,

Let today is not my day

While my friends are with me,

We will cope with any trouble

With devils, death and fate.

When I left the NP, then standing upstairs and looking through the binoculars, I heard:

- Dashing we have a "black general"! And with this the SS gave a “light up”, and knows where the new offensive will be. But I’m sure that while the nemchura is going to lick the wounds, our general on the right flank will give Fritz "pepper"!

These words told me a lot, but the main thing is that the troops believe me! And this is the main point!

2 comments
  • January 16, 2019 21:58

    2 seventh parts? Cool... :)))

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  • January 16, 2019 22:08

    This is probably two parts of the 7 parts, both short

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