inside my skull like a Siberian river on the falls.
Some fellow soldiers are standing here, chatting
At the end of that rope a man was
Moreover, they are promised a heaven for the holy war with
that all his thoughts could easily be read on his face.
In most cases they were shouting obscenities, not virtuous, but short
I inhaled cigarette smoke and did not feel its taste;
Lucky, we returned before the daybreak.
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If your fate were
something and placed the IDs in one of his flank jacket inner pockets,
that answers most probably would be to get stuffed and go away no one
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Sandbags plugged all windows in the meeting room.
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I won't leave you! Desperation was heard in his voice.
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Cries of relief roared through the
dropped some dukhi down over enemy's territory, with an awesome
Everyone is just dead tired.
- It is as darks as in a nigger's ass in there, put some light on it,
started for the cab.
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and, himself, perished too.
I only heard the result: popping of our launchers.
Now, I do not
- Yeah, exactly what we need! Take it
That means that luck not only follows you but also your comrades.
In about half an hour, our CO approved it overall.
hungrily, digesting the newly received information.
Well, I heard, in Moscow, it's very fashionable
everybody else, but I don't remember, what.
flooded my throat, worm wave swamped my guts and halted somewhere inside the
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mud, clay, and blood, and got torn and holed in several spots.
have you arrested on the spot! You'll be on the first plane to Moscow! You
spooks burnt and wiped out on the New Year's Eve 95-96.
- Sniper's? - I inquired, reaching for one.
forgets, remind him that he promised them to us.
First, you'd have to pool men to guard him.
since the beginning of the fight.
drenched us with their oily exhaust fumes, adding some kind of foppish gloss
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The same feeling
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