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. 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. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian

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forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. . 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. "You take care of yourself too, my friend.

. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. And a few in the legs too.

"The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . . Confused, Chopin turned to the young medic smoking beside him, who had heard the conversation: "What's wrong with her? Is she new? Hasn't she gotten used to things yet?" . The other picked up the girl. . . And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. .

But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. . He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. . 2 Nickname for Alexander . It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" . "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!" . It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. His partner froze, hugging the ground.

. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. And you're a real human being. It took the men about ten minutes

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to reach the old woman and the girl. "In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. Doc and the girl - get into it. Chopin nodded silently. "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning

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sign is posted there, and out further is another. . 6 Ural-4320

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- a five-ton truck widely used by Russian military and paramilitary forces . "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" .

. "Well, it's

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time for me to go. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. Around two hundred meters from the commandant's office an old woman and a small girl walked through a wasteland

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scarred with ditches and littered with smashed bricks. Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. "We

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need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. There aren't that many real men around, either. The vibration is less. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him.

"Well, it's time for me to go. And don't be such a bonehead!" . "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!" . . It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished

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bandaging the girl. . . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. just a sort-of gutted flounder. The other picked up the girl.

1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . They hauled her off in broad daylight, raped and shot her! But the entire street teamed up to save the girl and the old woman, hiding them.

. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. Something for temporary gratification. Chopin was sitting

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on the porch of a two-story field hospital. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.

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mortgage t "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

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give you some candy. .

3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. The vibration is less. He then loosened

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the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. . "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. . .

. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. 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: . . . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. . " .

A strange dark 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

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- and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore. . "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" .

"That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. . .

Once inside, he covered

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the seat with field jackets, placed the little girl on them, and dropped to his knees,

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intently observing his young patient and keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand. They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield.

The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. . "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . . . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . . 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.

" . . . " . . "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked.

He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they had just received the day before. " . . While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. There aren't that many real men around, either.

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"It's okay. "You take care of yourself

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too, my friend. 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. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. Chopin nodded silently.

"Still, you gotta try to rescue them. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative

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whom she had known for a thousand years. . In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!"

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. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked.

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"Do

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you really think I still look alright?" . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier.

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Put the old woman on top of the BTR. .

One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . . "Ask them where the

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little girl's parents are. "She said, `Grandma, there's a string!' Oh, what an old fool I am! What have I done to deserve such a punishment? Dear God, may I die a terrible death, but please save our little darling!" . 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. . " . 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.

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. . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. "Escorts - onto the Ural. 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. He hurtled across the

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killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: .

At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it.

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