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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 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. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurseconsolidation debt free non profit
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mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions."She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. . 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the
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leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . He knew that in their hurry,consolidation debt free non profit
he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. 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 andconsolidation debt free non profit
thrown away. " .just a sort-of gutted flounder. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . . " . . Take care of yourself. And that their commander's lips
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were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. Aibolit went into the corridor, smiled knowingly, and squinted approvingly at the two, as if toconsolidation debt free non profit
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"At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . "Do you really
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think I still look alright?" . Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. 4 Nickname for Vladimir ."Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. just a sort-of gutted flounder. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. Next to those
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"Aibolit" behind his back. . 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. . Put the old woman on top of the BTR. "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. "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
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figure things out!" . " . 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. The obstacle consisted ofconsolidation debt free non profit
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. "In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage."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!" . And that their commander's
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lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed wire, and it bore fresh warning signs in Russian and Chechenconsolidation debt free non profit
that fluttered in the wind. " . . ."Still, you gotta try to rescue them. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. 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, thin hand. . . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor.
"Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. And you're a real human being. The guys who survive this war will be searching for women just like you. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs. No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing - she must still be alive!" . . 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . Chopin nodded silently. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know. The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble.
They hauled her off in broad
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daylight, raped and shot her! But the entire street teamed up to save the girl and the old woman, hiding them. "Well, it's time for me to go. Take care of yourself. At a distance of about a hundredconsolidation debt free non profit
meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. . .Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted
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the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. . Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered hisconsolidation debt free non profit
driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. . The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . . .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
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the event: . . "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were.Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. "The grandmother didn't make it. " . But after an instant of hesitation,
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Chopin issued a staccato order: . . Put the old woman on top of the BTR." With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. .
He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . 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. . 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheart Natashka and one-week-old twins - who had not yet even seen
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their father - were waiting for him at home, far away. Something banged."Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. And a few in the legs too. just a sort-of gutted flounder. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins.
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ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. The vibration is less.Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit.
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to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor."She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. . Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. . . As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town
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of kids just like her.The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. . "We need to get to the hospital,
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and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. 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. 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. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. 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. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door.Sanya lugged the old woman. 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 then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it, smoothly extracted a brown, ebonite-like cylinder from the ground. just a sort-of gutted flounder. "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!" . But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" .
. Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. . "Why the hell did she crawl out there? Look, one "Mines!" warning sign is posted
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there, and out further is another. "Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. Somethingconsolidation debt free non profit
for temporary gratification. "Escorts - onto the Ural.It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl.