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x x . Suddenly the nurse tensed up and turned her face away, straining to hide her tears. Vovka dashed through the corridor hastily cut across the minefield, zigzagging gracefully between the marker flags like a downhill skier. They'll be more precious to you than even your own could be. "Hey! And just where do you thing you're going? Go back!" . " . Her husband found out and left her.". "You take care of yourself too, my friend. 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:
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escorts' BTR were waiting for them on the road, across from the site of the incident. 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. " . His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. 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.. " . " .
"You take care of yourself too, my friend. " . 2 Nickname for Alexander
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. At a distance of about a hundred meters from the wounded, some of the troops dispersed to either side. . " . " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. 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. 10 A round titanium helmet worn by Russian special purpose forces Chopin's colorful Russian epithet literally means "ruptured condom. . 4 Nickname for Vladimir . "It's okay. His fingers trembled as he attempted to light a cigarette. And don't be such a bonehead!" . . 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?" . just a sort-of gutted flounder. Chopin clutched her to his breast and stroked her hair, saying, "I'm sorry, but I didn't know.
No, wait, she moved her hand! See how Daddy-Well-Done is rushing -
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up and nearly raced after the nurse, who was standing by the window at the end of the corridor. . And tell them to find 'em quickly," Chopin barked over his shoulder while assisting the doctor. It doesn't really matter while she is small, but she could develop complexes when she grows up," said Chopin, nodding his head knowingly.The combat engineers had already stretched a wire obstacle along the edge of the minefield. Something for temporary gratification. She was no longer crying but quivered spasmodically from repressed sobs.
"Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . .
"It's just that I'll never get used to the fact that I'm not really a woman anymore.
Or the wheelbarrow may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve. Then he said, "Let's go!" and slammed the door. "Don't be a fool! When was the last time that you looked at yourself in the mirror? Someday you'll meet someone - maybe even more than one "someone" - who will just kiss your feet! And if he's a real man, not some shit like your ex, he'll adore your scars. "It's okay. . . "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. " With that, she firmly shoved her barrow forward and tilted it on its side to quickly dump the load. And a few in the legs too. Aibolit noticed how unusually irritable and upset even these exceptionally experienced men around him were. He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around.
. An OZM fragmentation mine that had long awaited its appointed hour hurled thousands of
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steel fragments in all directions. . 9 Dzhokhar Dudayev, the leader of the Chechen separatists until his death in 1996 . . But on that day, he just felt agitated and knew that he was not alone. "That's good - a little girl shouldn't have scars, especially on her chest. . " . " But meeting Chopin's cold, restrained stare, he quickly pretended to be preoccupied and headed for the exit. Or the wheelbarrownonprofit christian debt consolidation
may have shielded them - see, it looks like a sieve.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. "Do you really think I still look alright?" . . "Oh, damn, was that ever a direct hit!" he drawled out with a mixture of reproach and sympathy. "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!" . "She said, `Grandma, there's a string!' Oh, what an old fool I am! What have I done to deserve such a punishment? Dear God, may I die a terrible death, but please save our little darling!" . " . "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. . But Vovka,
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."The grandmother didn't make it. As for children, there is your Goddaughter - an orphan - along with half a town of kids just like her. "At this range it should have cut them to pieces!" . What do you think, can we give her promedol?" . Something for temporary gratification. " She kissed him tenderly, as if he were a close relative whom she had known for a thousand years. 2 Nickname for Alexander . . "In January, she herself was wounded while pulling troops out from under a mortar barrage. A strange dark
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object bounced up from the grass, struck the side of the wheelbarrow, careened away, and exploded in a cloud of black, fiery smoke. Her husband found out and left her..
The latter started off almost on hands and knees, intently peering into the grass and probing suspicious sectors with rods. There aren't that many real men around, either. 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.
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. . " ."Screw you!" grumbled the old woman. 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. "You look lovely. Cut her stomach all apart. "Oh, look, Grandma, a string!" . "What do you want me to do - cart this stuff back home? Right, and now. 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.
. 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. Squatting in a group by the BTR, his
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troops talked in hushed voices and passed around the last cigarette from a pack that they had crumpled and thrown away. " . 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. He fixed his eyes on something distant above the heads of his men, but without really seeing it. "The mine may have stuck rather than bouncing up the way it should . He had taken off his "sphere," which was black with sweat inside, and placed his automatic weapon on his knees.He spoke briefly with those in charge of the work details, then got onto the running board of the Ural and glanced around. A young, 25-year old nurse came out onto the porch and sat down next to him.
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