Naza-hell!. - the commander has cried.
Rideable hasty developed vehicles. The forward horse has fallen, vzrydnuv, and was hammered on one side, vybryzgivaja a
brown swill. Bags with a flour fell down.
Sapuk has furiously jerked me for a shoulder.
Has sold, the swine! The commissioner, already standing, has had time to catch it for a rifle barrel.
To set aside! - has sold, tsytsa the German!.
To set aside! We ran to burnt wood which sickly trunks crookedly stuck out of water. Two red rockets have flied up over it
and have put in peat windows between hummocks a weak pink reflexion.
Let know Lembergu that we left to the Bubyrinsky mane! - I have shouted.
At me fire the right side blazed, and lifeless feet broke. In all wood stupidly also it is indifferent knocked on a pine bark as if
tens woodpeckers it is unceasing hollowed it in search of wood insects. It bullets were crossed. I have touched burning
edges. The palm was in blood.
It is wounded? - The commissioner has asked, dropping into a walk.
It is a little...
Press while a hand, then I will tie up you... Now it is necessary to go, we are simply obliged to get out from here - you still will
be useful to us... You Hear, Sapuk? - With a head for it you answer!.
Turn on the Nasty bog...
The transport there will not pass, - the commander has told, catching up and thrusting a pistol in a holster.
Transport we will throw... We Will leave a platoon of Tipanova - to cover. There is still time.
Wounded men we will incur - should make the way...
Let's try... To Collect people! - to eat to collect people! One hundred Th!. All here!. To break povzvodno!.
The district raised, on the hardened soil have begun to shine lustrous vypolzki a cowberry. At me dinned in the ears, and
unpleasant weakness spread on all body.
I have once again touched a side.
Is ill? - Not so...
Give-give, we cannot be late...
Sapuk slightly pushed. My feet at each step precisely failed in bog. I wished to catch vehicle edge - fingers have slid off,
redkostvolnyj the pine forest has suddenly tilted, as a ship deck, and pohrustyvajushchaja kornevishchnaja the coniferous
earth has strongly struck me in a breast. I have lingeringly moaned. Me have turned. From a fog has come up fossil deep-
water person Beklina.