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spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. The other picked up the girl.

Take care of yourself. . And a few in the legs too. There aren't that many real men around, either. Next to those vehicles stood "Chopin" - the OMON commander - and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully

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back. But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside.

"In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. . "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. They sewed her up, all right, but what kind of plastic surgery can you do in a cellar by candlelight?

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So now she can't have children. . .

His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering their automatic weapons, they kept a tense lookout over the nearby "green area" and covered the two men who went further. . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. " . . He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. . There aren't that many real men around, either.

"It's okay. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. "Hey! And just where

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do you thing you're going? Go back!" . The commander's long, sensitive fingers, which he held on the forward stock of his automatic rifle as if it were the neck of a guitar, left no doubt about the source of his personal callsign, which had long since become his second name. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked.

Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. . "Don't be a

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object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. . . Next to those vehicles stood "Chopin" - the OMON commander - and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. Next to those vehicles stood "Chopin" - the OMON commander - and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts.

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out. "Hang on, Little One, hang on! Don't be afraid! I'm your uncle - and a good one! In just a minute our Doctor Aibolit will check you over and give you some candy. " .

The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed wire, and it bore fresh warning signs in Russian and Chechen that fluttered in the wind. . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . Something banged. . . As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere beyond Grozniy's air-port, filling the air with their deadly rustle and nauseating, heart-rending wail. "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . Sanya lugged the old woman. Aibolit went into the corridor, smiled knowingly, and squinted approvingly at the two, as if to say, "What a great guy the commander is - he certainly knows our personnel.

. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . The guys who survive this war will be searching for women just like you. Just mark them with flags so we don't trip them on the way out. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. "Well, it's time for me to go. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly.

. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces

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carry in their individual first-aid pouches .

Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too.

They sewed her up, all right, but what kind of plastic surgery can you do in a cellar by candlelight? So now she can't have children. . . . "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore. . Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too.

' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained,

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will be searching for women just like you. "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. x x x . "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" . . . "That's just what we needed - the chance to crawl right into the middle of a minefield! Thanks a lot, Granny, you lousy saboteur! Sanya,

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Stop!" .

Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it.

"The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for

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adore your scars. The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow to her legs, emitted a piercing scream and crawled toward her granddaughter, leaving a bloody trail in her wake.

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As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. "The grandmother didn't make it.

. In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen

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a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. . The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. . Doc and the girl - get into it. " . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.

But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. The driver, who had been squatting by one of the wheels, darted headlong into the cab of the idling Ural while two OMON troopers, having thrown open the vehicle's rear gate earlier, jumped aboard and prepared to receive the old woman.

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But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . The OMON troops, having taken cover behind the armor of the BTR and using their field glasses to observe first the "green area" and then the wounded, were quietly discussing the event: . " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. " . The OMON troops, having taken cover behind

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. . "Ask them where the little girl's parents are. The OMON troops, having taken cover behind the armor of the BTR and using their field glasses to observe first the "green area" and then the wounded, were quietly discussing the event: . "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. "You take care of yourself too, my friend.

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"Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines out there - the Chechens, our guys - yet there are no sketches or maps! The Devil himself couldn't figure things out!" . .

"Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. "The grandmother didn't make it. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. . . They sewed her up, all right, but what kind of plastic surgery can you do in a cellar by candlelight? So now she can't have children. " . "Hang on, Little One, hang on! Don't be afraid! I'm your uncle - and a good one! In just a minute our Doctor Aibolit will check you over and give you some candy. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. "At this range it should

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. " . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it.

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