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A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. " . Something banged. . 5 Character in a well-known Russian children's film . They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. "Do you really think I still look alright?" . "They're alive and still breathing! Look

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Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing - she must still be alive!" . While Doc attended to her, Sanya arrived carrying the old woman.

" . . . He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. Just mark them with flags so we don't trip them on the way out. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. She was astonishingly attractive but had a tired, sullen face.

The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield.

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The other picked up the girl. Take 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. "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!" . . 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.

"She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first sergeant. . . . . . "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . His partner froze, hugging the ground. One of them quickly administered promedol to the old woman and applied tourniquets to her shins.

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. As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere beyond Grozniy's air-port,

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. "You look lovely. . But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too. " . But Vovka, nicknamed "Daddy-Well-Done", was running his own race, knowing that his five-year-old sweetheart Natashka and one-week-old twins - who had not yet even seen their father - were waiting for him at home, far away. "You take care of yourself too, my friend. . Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . .

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