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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. While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. . Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. . . . .
. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. "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 things out!" . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. 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. Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield.
He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. "It's okay. " . It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl.
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