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I was thinking of Commissioner Avakumove and its parts. Something with it now? .. And I thought about how scary and sad retreat ... ...A lot of time has passed since those old events Perekop on Eshunskom bridgehead, but yesterday I see Rotten lake and our retreat to the waist in the salty brine in the moonlight under machine-gun fire from the enemy ... JUBILEE Sevastopol, 1942 ... We went out with download the film Harper
and Stalin in the motto Under fire exploding mines ... Semyon Kirsanov "For the Motherland! For Stalin!"- This slogan political leader, shot up on the parapet of the trench with a revolver in hand, I first heard at the edge of a cornfield near Odessa. Young political officer, a boy, rolled off the parapet into the trench with a bullet through his head. The planned attack our Marines drowned in the beginning.Like a knife to the heart of this heart-rending slashed the boy's death-cry - "For the Motherland! For Stalin! ". From all I heard at the time of the throw attack - during the war - that sagged in my memory forever. Sharp, sharp, crossed the dotted line machine-gun fire, though cut glass on the blue autumn sky.So shouted, pulling a fire barrage of fighters, commissioners, political commissars - in the rush under enemy rainfall lead. But the few who have been able to see the result of his feat ... The first shot, first burst enemy overtook first rushing to the attack, and his patriotic cry - "For the Motherland! For Stalin!"Goes off, choking on blood. These two words download the film Harper
and carried the both life and death, hope and survival, and the fear of death, and anger, and the threat of the enemy, and victory ... "Motherland - Stalin, Stalin - is the homeland." So we thought, believed, lived, and inspires us to hope for a light ahead. So it was. This laid the meaning of victory in the war. Have something to go to his death.It was for that to go to die. There was hope and joy - to survive ... It was hot, despite the early spring. The sun brought down to Sevastopol all the warmth of their feelings. Heaven, Bukhara enamel, was thickly smeared with blue. Gunfire subsided. She was replaced by the sound of the oncoming silver transparent waves on granite. - The Germans went to dinner!- Getting out of the funnel and shaking, said Boris Sheinin. We got out and sat on the granite steps at the water, putting their backs to the sun. Thick smoke screen to hide from us cream clubs north. The sun came down on our backs, and we took off their tunics.
Stage as the fiery roasted in a skillet.It was good as ever, and nothing like thinking. We stood behind the charred ruins of Sechenov Institute. They dramatically disturbs the harmony of blue sky and sea. Occasionally, if placed in a hot-air dots and dashes, scribbled on the front line German machine gun. Levinson, lit a cigarette and handed a pack of "Belomor" Sergei Alymova.It was so nice to sit and say nothing, it seemed, nothing thinking ... - Guys, tomorrow I will knock fifty! - Kudato looking into the distance, sadly said Sergei.