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. " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. 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. "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. "Do you really think I still look alright?" . Take

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care of yourself. . . 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded.

It took the men about ten minutes to reach

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the old woman and the girl. " . "Still, you gotta try to rescue them. "Escorts - onto the Ural. . But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. . As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere beyond Grozniy's air-port, filling the air with their deadly

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rustle and nauseating, heart-rending wail.

"Screw you!" grumbled

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the old woman. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. "Apparently no surprises this time. "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!" .

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. They hauled her off in broad daylight, raped and shot her! But the entire street teamed

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up to save the girl and the old woman, hiding them. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . . Heart failure. Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. 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: . Doc and the girl - get into it. 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. "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. .

Heart failure.

She was no longer crying but quivered

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spasmodically from repressed sobs. 8 OMON - elite special purpose forces within the Russian police . 2 Nickname for Alexander . . 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. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly. 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.

. 4 Nickname for Vladimir .

. . 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

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the new mines that they had just received the day before. . . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. 2 Nickname for Alexander .

"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 figure

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out!"

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. just a sort-of gutted flounder.

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The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. .

. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. 7 BTR-80 - an armored personnel carrier .

"That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. " .

. " . . . . . Upon

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returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts.

He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . Suddenly, she smiled

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naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed

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into his eyes. . . It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. They hauled

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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. 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

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keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand. Doc and the girl - get into it.

There aren't

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that many real men around, either. Aibolit noticed

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how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. 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. . . . 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . .

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. . . And a few in the legs too. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. . . . 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: . "Shit, those combat

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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 figure things out!" .

The girl lay on her back, gasping and gurgling pink bubbles. 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. "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. 1 OZM - an antipersonnel fragmentation mine of the "bouncing Betty" type . "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. 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. But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. .

"You look lovely. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. "You look lovely. "Escorts - onto the Ural. " . His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette.

He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. ". The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. As for children, there

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is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. 4 Nickname

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for Vladimir . One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be.

And a few in the legs too. Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . . Take care of yourself. . . But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor,

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got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. .

. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl. 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 combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. "They're alive and still breathing! Look - here's shrapnel from the mine!" . "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore. . Something for temporary gratification. OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her.

The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. "She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. 5 Character

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in a well-known Russian children's film . . 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. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. 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. . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. .

"Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach

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and sympathy. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. Next to those vehicles stood "Chopin" - the OMON commander

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- and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to

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his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it.

"The grandmother didn't make it. .

Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing

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the new mines that they had just received the day before. And you're a real human being. . . . Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette.

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illinois non profit 2 Nickname for Alexander . While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman. Take care of yourself.

" But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. And you're a real human being. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. . . just a sort-of gutted flounder.

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