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- a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. .One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . . He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her.
He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. And don't be such a bonehead!" . But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. Something banged.
"It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. "Don't know, Vovka. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. His partner froze, hugging the ground. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette.
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military and paramilitary forces ."Fuck the old hag! But it looks like the youngster has had it. Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: .
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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, thin hand. . . . Take care of yourself. It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. . " . .
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do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. . . 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. "Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around.As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. " . .
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"Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. . Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her face away, straining to hide her tears.