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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. She could hardly pass by a single flower that caught her fancy without stooping over to pick it. Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. . . Have you come for something?" She made an attempt to smile and

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wiped away what remained of her tears with the palm of her hand. An OZM fragmentation

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mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. 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?" . " . One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping

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his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: .

x x x . " . . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest.

At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either

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. . . Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. 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. ". Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. . . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . The commander's long,

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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,

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were quietly discussing the event: . . . " . . Chopin nodded silently. . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting

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the minefield.

Something for temporary gratification. "Don't know, Vovka. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: .

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after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. "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!" . Cut her stomach

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all apart. . "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should .

. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him.

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"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. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . " . And a few in the legs too. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed

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his automatic weapon on his knees.

What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . 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. "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool.

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A strange dark object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the

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wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. . .

. Just mark them with flags so we don't trip them on the way out. 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.

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" . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . . . The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles.

But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. "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!" . " . "Apparently no surprises this

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. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were

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a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . .

8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore. " . Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . But they poured forth regardless, and she abruptly rose and ran back inside. While

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Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman.

The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. 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. Chopin nodded silently. There aren't that many real men around, either. "Hang on, Little One, hang on! Don't be afraid! I'm your uncle - and a good one!

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In just a minute our Doctor Aibolit will check you over and give you some candy. . "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . . 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. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. .

. Doc and the

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girl - get into it. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. . The girl lay on her back,

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gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. 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 knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . .

"What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. .

Put the old woman on top of the BTR. And a few in the legs too. He then loosened the soil around

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an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. "Apparently no surprises this time. No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing - she must still be alive!" . Chopin suddenly grew angry. . Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there

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briefly. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" .

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.

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. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . . Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. And a few in the legs too. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. 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

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Heart failure. 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. "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. . 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. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . . She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. "In

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January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage.

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good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. . . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. His partner froze, hugging the ground. . . While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman.

. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier . Something banged. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. .

. . . One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. .

" . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. . 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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