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

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In the morning, I woke up from a wonderful feeling - Olya was compassionate to me, flexing it with a strong grip and throwing back on me a huge hot leg. These her wonderful, unforgettable palms were kept in the face and the face of the face and the face and the face, and I had a little nausea, quiet dormancy from the pleasantness of the hands and nymphs, and the edema of the hands and nymphs and affection of the affection and the untrophilia, and the rest of the children. But now it takes a manly grip with dignity, erecting more legs and desperately wanting to feel its fierce “fighter” inside itself. Wonderful start of the day! This is so sweet when the young women and women themselves are very strong and willing, and fervently end, sincerely yours ...

On the march, I arrived at my own Genial Hebrew and for the girls there were a few pleasant minutes. At the beginning I handed them money and a packet, which they gave them for their children. A sweep after sweet cuddles - two rounds of gold minions. But this is for good feeding of a young little womb - that she should be healthy and little, and she should have enough for a child! The girls made a great start for us and said that they were reconciled, and the Germans will certainly have to go back to Moscow, as well as the comrade Stalin, he clearly thanked and wondered. But Generic man is a man, and He will take care of them. They are just as emphatic - it’s a lot of good!

And here the new Commander of the regiment from Trubachev's division went down and, asking for my resolution, turned to Natasha. We were all a bit shocked - this is a very high-quality, most powerful person who, at the same time, put her name on Vasilyev on her own name. Contracendity of Ours is not visible! I, as the giver of the girls, expressed my conspiracy. Satan was accurate in obedience, but I pushed her to the guardian - it is simple! So what after seven months his family becomes a father - he has none of his own! Zao-dno, I hinted at this “Orla”, which Natasha is a girl with a given one. It has an excellent three-room apartment in Djankoi, in the ispolkovskom dam. And we watched my humor - as predpispolkoma saw three krasavits and Stepu with Mauzerom, so quickly highlighted three quarters. And why is he so strongly “crafted” - a girl or a Calibur of the Stops, this is a question!

And in the night, the Holy One offered to me with my delightful package, even more disturbed - just once I asked Olya for an analogue sex, that will admire me. Honestly speaking, he was greatly admired! Yes, and Sveta on surprise was in pleasure. A bundle in hers is a prowl, silky, resilient ...

At the next day, Natasha transferred to the regiment, and I took the girl to the hospital - they contentedly helped the doctors. Then I went to the 201st division - tomorrow there will be a powerful offensive of the SS Police division. ” The division was ochen podlaya and sbornaya - ut were tak nazyvaemye "vostochnye legiony" - nabrannye of zhiteley USSR - armyansky, azerbaydzhansky, severo-kavkazsky, Georgian, turkestansky, volzhsko-tatarsky, krymsko-tatarsky - them and tak bylo uzhe pod tridtsat thousands man, and with the fall of the Caucasus, their numbers have increased. Pravda, of Ukraine and the And some of the subdivisions of these legends also appeared in the Army of Manstein or a passage through service. There were also the kazakas of Krasnov - these particular ones brought us to the trade. But we have prepared a small surprise for them.

So that all the rest on the fifth line of the barriers - will be aktnlet and bumping third and fourth lines. We have kept the tank and tools. Let the fascists beat all and all make us fuel for the kitchen. Well, here and at once the inveterate Mahlis arrived and began to yell, his eyes bulging.Especially it is visible, which I did not pay attention to him, and only announced to the commander of the division plans. He trampled his feet, the warfare, but my prikaz in strength - the night of the return of the military division. But for “Mauser” he didn’t have enough - two kazakov, at a time, reliably settled on it and took “PPD” to make it. Then, not bringing any attention to him, I sat in “Dadzh”, the guys in “BA-10” and half in the morning, and we went to the first regiment of the NKVD. On them was sent a wait for each other - for the sake of securing the payloads and the bottom of the boat. On the road, we walked on the airfield - I brought them more medicine and a box of warships.

VENUVENCH mechravala immediately, scribbling priestly pressed his exact breasts. A commander of a regiment with a feeling pressed his hand - now the pilots are ready to destroy through my way through the army. Well, of course, the political rally gathered a rally. They can never be alone! The rally, on which the politician and the commissary of the commissary and the commissa- Chto their udivilo tak IT'S verily, chto general in kontse only pozhelal vsem udachi and dobavil chto budet luchshe, If otdavat svoi merzkie life pridetsya nemetskim letchikam and soldatam Vermahta za their vonyuchy faterlyand, a zadacha nashih letchikov only pomoch them verily blagorodnom dele . The pilots laughed and wandered around with smiles and a good deal. Apparently they were removed from my replica. Politruk was in sympathy that there was no fault of Mechlis here. And I gave him in hearts! Apparently, it is from those, in the presence of whom the milk is sour and the electric bulbs are turned off. And we went further.

There is a glorious but and, unfortunately, without girls in a bikini, until whom the result was at least half a dozen. Very sorry, of course, that there is no other girl in such dank bathing houses! All the pleasant to admire them in my time!

And again, a night with me was definitely unrepresented, but a very bright sleep. Still another clear-cut lead from our superficial laboratory - my time is running out!

I stood on the edge of the land, but I was homeless - and this was important - I was not frightened. Then the protopist, who had opened up before me, was drunk and delighted. The air was illuminated, illuminated by golden solar rays and polished in turquoise tones: bright and deep and green. Beneath my feet are the bearing of the size of the calder. The hillock, with its fine vertical walls, the crater was exactly the same as the incredible depth. The opposing margin of the calderra was seen more than once and, rather, was simply intuitively guessed than it could be seen with eyes. Below, in the idleness, a thick white fog curled, hiding the bottom of the crater.

Pore ​​to be inspected. Appears, behind my back lay the desert. The desert was far away, where did it reach its eyes. Beautiful red stone, unstable, dark glitter bloom. Higher river bed, breaking into the crater, and the ruins of the cyclopic facilities. Collapsed most nad ochen bolshoy ischeznuvshey rekoy, poluobvalivshayasya krepostnaya stena with prilichno sohranivsheysya nadvratnoy bashney Po odnu storonu suhogo rusla and slozhnye, takie ogromnye megaliticheskoe sooruzhenie neponyatnogo naznacheniya Po storonu another ego.

I walked with the rosy heart. They were not in a row, she silently made ready for breakfast in the kitchen. And, listening to her song, I remembered the song of my summer and the napom:

May the cries of death die
And they trampled stubble,
Men were considered things
Kolchuga, Saddle and Kopyo

After filling in the beauty of the light of the Light of the Light, she immediately came up with a piece of paper and a card and wrote down. Especially all the girls suffered the end of:

A woman will be a woman.
A friend, and mother, and wife.
And she will awaken,
And dast na vino ...

And again, both girls are weeping - yes, I do not forgive me with you, my beauty. Today I am not going to the shtab - I am waiting for the call from the station. This oldest survivor remembered - at the Station Sympheropol there is one warehouse, where the trophies were taken from the Finnish war. But something I had fallen into. I myself do not know why. He drank under the direction of a small Polish "installation" - this dark-colored liquid, the floor was blasted on the same day as the stacks. Well, the big cup of a thick-black, like the African night, and happy, like diabetics, coffee ....

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