Some of the dukhi, who made it to the upper floor, were now trying to throw
My overcoat and pants were covered with
- Out! Get out! Guards! Get them all out of here! Disarm them!
window or thrown over any structure.
let's rock, men! Give them Hell! Blood is full
The order was that after two tanks finish shooting, we would break
I lifted the glass to my eye level and looked at the colours play, - let's
This is all just about revenge, and nothing else.
Those snakes are capable of anything.
bandage his nose.
can go and screw yourselves.
It would be pretty tough to fight the whole
in turn, would write them down as ours, indicating the approximate number of master replicas
face reflected all my thoughts pretty well.
There was nothing in the room
Pal Palych - com-batt - while Ivan and myself were inspecting the
Let's try to get some beer down there (fallen off the truck of coarse).
If you believe reports of the
within the next three days.
have lost sixteen tanks, mostly with their crews.
(or husband) to this war.
But first, we had to take the bridge over the
I had a raging desire
eardrums barely survived it.
When he finally cleared his way to the
I've never seen them live, but heard master replicas
glass and toped it without cheers.
Tough chap is our Com-batt.
with their dog-tired red eyes.
Even submitted letter of
There are as many rag-heads there as there are demons in hell, so he caught
would've brought back at least his head.
that politicians from the past as well as the ones presently in charge, ours
I lit up.
- You should've asked about the meaning of life.
mouth and streaming from ears.
are trying to break out! Forget about it, you won't!
It still lay there in the same pose.
on the bridge and started shooting.
our own grunts prisoners.
body with horror, makes every cell of your body resonate.
podstwolniks, sprayed the smoke with long bursts from their semiautomatic master replicas
rocket grenade launcher, fine toy.
to go and I will go into this night fighting.
wound, was rolling on asphalt covered with construction trash.
By then I counted all slashes on the carbine's butt: equalled
The building has also been
launching his rockets from and blasted to shit his ammunition store.
vehicles by explosion, broken and muffled a little, but still alive and
The front tank spat out a shell without good aiming.
container, fished a smoke out of the Com-bat's packet and started for the
They are OK soldiers, but not persistent enough master replicas
Cracking salvos of their cannons and
into his chair.
While taking to him, in about ten minutes you felt like you had known the
couldn't take the torture of his guilty conscience anymore and thus ended
A taste of blood in my mouth
They told, interrupting
For that we have to contract the third
other emotions from me.
Or were the sparks just a fruit of our imagination?
He was a driver-mechanic with the surname of German or Jewish
This way we are able to maintain
We kept shooting, aiming at muzzle flairs, at noises, or simply
or a long and laborious air assault.
funny little incident master replicas
Maybe, with a banner on top, the way it was on the Reichstag building in May
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