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" . . "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. "Well, it's time for me to go. It's not too serious, but there may be pulmonary bleeding," Aibolit told the commander, as he finished bandaging the girl. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door.

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Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they had just received the day before. . .

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. ". " . .

" . And you're a real human being. just a sort-of gutted flounder. . And a few in the legs too. But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should be human beings too.

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"Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around.

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. It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" . Sanya lugged the old woman. "She only has her grandmother," replied a hefty OMON trooper of around forty with the classic look of a company first

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sergeant.

. "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. "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!" . "The women say her father was killed while fighting in the anti-Dudayev opposition. 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 keeping his fingers on the pulse of her small, thin hand. . He had taken off his "sphere," which was

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black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. Dudayev's security forces killed her mother too. . Dropping to one knee behind various forms of cover and shouldering their automatic

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weapons, they kept a tense lookout over the nearby "green area" and covered the two men who went further. " .

And don't be such a bonehead!" . Heart failure. . . " . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" .

. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. " . . " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years.

An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of steel fragments in all directions. As if to answer him, mortars began to thump somewhere

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minnesota beyond Grozniy's air-port, filling the air with their deadly rustle and nauseating, heart-rending wail. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. OMON troops, together with Chechen women who had run out from the house next-door, bandaged her.

Cut her stomach all apart. " .

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Chopin suddenly grew angry. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. And you're a real human being. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know. . It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" . Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular

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cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. 2 Nickname for Alexander . 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?" . It won't hurt - just hang on, Little One!" .

' And imagine, her husband served right here in this hospital," the outgoing informant explained, adding with gusto "the j-jerk!" . " . . Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. Chopin was sitting on the porch of

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a two-story field hospital.

Just rush her to the doctor, he'll sort things out!" . "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" .

3 A narcotic antishock medication that Russian forces carry in their individual first-aid pouches . . And that their commander's lips

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were trembling - a commander who had clearly "been around" and routinely looked so bold and energetic. . The vibration is less. " . Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her face away, straining to hide her tears. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side.

Meanwhile, the talkative trooper pulled out an imposing knife, removed some turf with precise, circular cuts, and carefully laid it to the side. . One of the men made his way silently, while the other, without dropping his guard for so much as a second, muttered to himself: . . 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. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. It took the men about ten minutes to reach the old woman and the girl. .

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The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. "We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked. The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside.

"Don't mess with the rest of them, there's no time to screw around. In his long years as a physician, Doc had seen a great deal of blood - particularly in the last few months. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him. .

. " . "Do you really think I still look alright?" . He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. . Daddy-Well-Done and his mates were digging in the field beyond the obstacle, emplacing the new mines that they had just received the day before. .

"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!" . While talking, the combat engineers performed a cursory

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examination of the wounded. "That's just what we needed - the chance to crawl right into the middle

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of a minefield! Thanks a lot, Granny, you lousy saboteur! Sanya, Stop!" . The vibration is less. 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. They'll beat a path to your door with fire and signal flares - even in the daytime!" .

Gather them together and give them love. Doc and the girl - get into it. And don't be such a bonehead!" . And a few in the legs too. He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees. " . Sanya lugged the old woman. The weak-sighted old woman bent over

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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. "Well, it's time for me to go.

Something for temporary gratification. Suddenly, she smiled naturally

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and openly at Chopin, placed her hands on his shoulders, and gazed into his eyes. Chopin suddenly grew angry.

Something for temporary gratification. " But meeting Chopin's

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either. .

Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know.

. 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. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. . . .

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Chopin suddenly grew angry. "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. The vibration is less. 4 Nickname for Vladimir . Men from the commandant's office ran over via a circuitous route, skirting the minefield. The old woman, dressed in typically dark village clothing, pushed a wheelbarrow filled with rubble. "Shit, those combat engineers

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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!" . "Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. He hoisted her onto his back, carefully watching beneath his feet and silently listening to her wail as he went.

But then Mikhalych, our chief doctor, got rid of him, saying: `I can find other physicians, but they should

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be human beings too. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise. "She took hits in the throat and the right side of the chest. "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff

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back home? Right, and now.

"We need to get to the hospital, and fast! The little girl's trachea has been nicked.

. The other picked up the girl. The commander's long, 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

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his second name. "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing

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up the way it should . The five year-old girl, who stood scarcely taller than the wheelbarrow itself, skipped merrily alongside. He knew that in their hurry, he and Sanya could easily have "overlooked" more than one hideous surprise.

"She must be 100 years old, if a day, and probably can't see a damned thing, the blind old fool. .

" .

He then loosened the soil around an unknown object and, inserting his fingers beneath it,

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smoothly

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extracted a brown, ebonite-like

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cylinder from the ground. 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . 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.

"In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. "Do you really think I still look alright?"

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. The old woman, flattened by the devastating blow to her legs, emitted a piercing scream and crawled toward her granddaughter, leaving a bloody trail in her wake. Chopin was sitting on the porch of a two-story field hospital. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know.

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