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raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. Heart failure. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, andconsolidation debt non organization profit
placed his automatic weapon on his knees. Men from the commandant'sconsolidation debt non organization profit
office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield.. . His partner froze, hugging the ground. 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. " . . .
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girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. ". 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatistsconsolidation debt non organization profit
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her promedol?" . . While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory examination of the wounded. 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. " .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. The commander's long,
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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. "You take care of yourself too, my friend. . Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!"consolidation debt non organization profit
.Following on the heels of the standard expressions of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse
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in an equally unexpected way. . . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. The other picked up the girl.. Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. ".
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"The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . .
" . "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. " .
. What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous
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him were. Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. Her husband found out and left her. "Escorts - onto the Ural. . " ."Apparently no surprises this time. . Next to those vehicles stood
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"Chopin" - the OMON commander - and the doctor from the commandant's office, whom everyone respectfully called "Doc" to his face but "Aibolit" behind his back. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. Then he said, "Let's consolidation debt non organization profit
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slammed the door. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. ."She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" . Sanya lugged
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the old woman. 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. " . . .. 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. The Doc rushed out to meet Vovka and carefully took hold of the girl. .
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2 Nickname for Alexander . Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. Chopin suddenly grew angry. As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere beyond Grozniy's air-port, filling the air with their deadly rustle and nauseating, heart-rending wail. . 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. . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. And a few in the legs too. "Escorts - onto the Ural. And that their commander's lips were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic.
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. 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?" . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. . "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!" . ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore.
His fingers trembled as he attempted
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to light a cigarette. ' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . Her husband found out and left her.Confused, Chopin turned
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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?" . His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. She could hardly pass by a single flower that caught her fancy without stooping over to pick it.
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OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. . Something banged.. A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. "It's okay. "Escorts - onto the Ural. Something banged. He spoke briefly with
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those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were.The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow to her legs, emitted a piercing scream and crawled
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toward her granddaughter, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. 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.consolidation debt non organization profit
He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. Sanya lugged the old woman. Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to theconsolidation debt non organization profit
limits of the surrounding guard posts. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. And don't be such a bonehead!" . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: .Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the surrounding guard posts. Cut her stomach all apart. "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 side. . just a sort-of gutted flounder. "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. 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: . "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . . " .
6 Ural-4320 - a five-ton truck widely used by Russian military and paramilitary forces . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. . The commander's long, sensitive fingers, which he held on the forward
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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. . "It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore.. . " . 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. . . . Aibolit nodded in agreement,
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carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch. " . " . 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?" . . . . "The grandmother didn't make it.
And don't be such a bonehead!" . . He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. He
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knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. . . " . ." . . Chopin suddenly grew angry. It doesn't really