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he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. The driver, who hadconsolidation debt non profit
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. . just a sort-of gutted flounder. The other picked up the girl. 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.. " . 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. . Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. just a sort-of gutted flounder. Sanya lugged the old woman.
. ". Her husband found out and left her. just a sort-of gutted flounder.
Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . . "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest.
He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. The vibration is less. As if
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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. "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" ." . OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her. ". Cut her stomach all apart. One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . . " . "Don't know, Vovka. Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side.
"The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . And don't be such a bonehead!" . " . . Sanya lugged the
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of consolation that she had come to despise, this unexpected dressing down affected the nurse in an equally unexpected way. The other picked up the girl. But after an instant of hesitation, Chopin issued a staccato order: . "consolidation debt non profit
.. Look, the old woman is still moving, sort-of. And don't be such a bonehead!" . "Do you really think I still look alright?" .
Aibolit
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may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. . " . "Apparently no surprises this time.It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" . 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. .
Doc and the girl - get into it. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his troops talked in hushed voices
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and passed around the last cigarette from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. . 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. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. The combatconsolidation debt non profit
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has been nicked. It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" . 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. " ." . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . . 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. Heart failure. She could hardly pass by a
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without stooping over to pick it. . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy.No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing - she must still be alive!" . 3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . .
The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods.
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circuitous route, skirting the minefield. " . .He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . 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. . A strange dark object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a
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Suddenly, she smiled naturally and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes.
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He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins. The other picked up the girl. "Don't know, Vovka.. The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. The obstacle consisted of lengths of telephone cable and sections of critically scarce barbed wire, and it bore
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. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. . A Ural truck and the escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. 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
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flares - even in the daytime!" .The vibration is less. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. He hurtled across the killing field, holding the girl to his breast, panting and whispering in her ear: . "Shit, those combat engineers are walking one very fine line! After all, who hasn't planted mines
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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. Chopin got up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor.. Next to those vehicles stood "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.
"Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. Put the old woman on top of the BTR. His partner
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froze, hugging the ground. 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. . "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . . . Aibolit nodded in agreement, carefully lifted the girl, and crawled in through the side hatch.Chopin rubbed his temples with his hands and stood there briefly. Her husband found out and left her. Around
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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. " . " . 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?" . . Heart failure. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now.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?" . " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the
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Upon returning to the commandant's office, Chopin ordered his driver to take him to the limits of the