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A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. "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, Stop!" .
Have you come for something?" She made an attempt to smile and wiped away what remained of her tears with the palm of her hand. . Take care of yourself. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. "Don't know, Vovka.
"Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line!
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go. " . . "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. .just a sort-of gutted flounder. Sanya lugged the old woman.
. 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.
. " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. "It's okay. .
"Don't be a fool! When was the last time that you looked at yourself in the mirror? Someday you'll meet someone - maybe even more than one "someone" - who will just kiss your feet! And if he's a real man, not some shit like your ex, he'll adore your scars. She
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His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. 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. . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. . OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest.
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They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. " . 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . .
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" . Once inside, he covered the seat with field jackets, placed the little girl on them, and dropped to his knees, intently observing his young patient and keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small,
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thin hand. . One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident.The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. . "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. . "You take care of yourself too, my friend. . . ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . "Don't know, Vovka. "What
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do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now.. He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. " . "Do you really think I still look alright?" . 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. 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?" . Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. . He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder
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"You look lovely. The weak-sighted old woman bent over sideways, trying to make out what her granddaughter had seen, and at just that moment heard someone shouting from the guard posts outside the commandant's office, nearly unseen behind mounds of trash. "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. 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. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . . " . " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. Vovka dashed
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after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. . 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: . And don't be such a bonehead!" . "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. 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 don't be such a bonehead!" . "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. .6 Ural-4320 - a five-ton
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to observe first the "green area" and then the wounded, were quietly discussing the event: . "In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage."Apparently no surprises this time. "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted there, and out further is another. Once inside, he covered the seat with field jackets, placed the little girl on them, and dropped to his knees, intently observing
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his young patient and keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand. Something for temporary gratification.