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the site of the incident. He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. Chopin nodded silently. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his troops talked in hushed voices and passed around the last cigarette from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. "Ask them where the little girl's parents are. . 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.He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. . 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. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. "It's okay. . "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. . "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. . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it.
A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . 3 A narcotic antishock
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."Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. . " . "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. " . Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her
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face away, straining to hide her tears. . While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. "Do you really think I still look alright?" .. 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. "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . Cut her stomach all apart. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. ". Put the old woman on top of the BTR. The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. "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.
just a sort-of gutted flounder. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. There aren't that many real men around, either. The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. .
. . While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. just a sort-of gutted flounder. . Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too.
. Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her face away, straining to hide her tears. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin,
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nodding his head knowingly. Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . .The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone
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The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield.
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unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. And you're a real human being. . Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know.".
Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. . Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. "Do you really think I still look alright?" . "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his troops talked in hushed voices and passed around the last cigarette from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. Around two hundred meters from the commandant's office an old woman and a small girl walked through a wasteland scarred with ditches and littered with smashed bricks. "Don't know, Vovka. .
. Gather them together and give them love. 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.
. Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . "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!" . Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. . And a few in the
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time."Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. .
Take care of yourself. 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: . Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. . ". . . . And don't be such a bonehead!" . 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.
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She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. x x x .
. "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . The other picked up the girl. " .
"Apparently no surprises this time. The guys who survive this war will be searching for women just like you. Gather them together and give them love. . . She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. .
. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. But the girl's all right, and she won't even have noticeable scars. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. The commander's long, sensitive fingers, which he held on the forward stock of his automatic rifle as if it were the neck of
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Stop!" .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. . OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts.
And don't be such a bonehead!" . Just mark them with flags so we don't trip them on the way out. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face. . "That's just what we needed - the chance to crawl right into the middle of a minefield! Thanks a lot, Granny,