My friend of the childhood and violently spent youth Vitkor has brought somehow an old notebook. It turned out that this front-line diary of his grandfather, or rather, after the front, returning home, grandfather wrote down his memories of his bright episodes. He graduated from the Literary Institute-and then the war. So Lieutenant Valavu had to "smell gunpowder". But given that grandpa was a very cute and big on pretty students, I'd started to read. - no ...I earned my first medal in the case, but almost by accident. Then there was an idiotic order on the front-to hand over all captured weapon in special departments for sending it to the back. And given the loss of weapons depots as a result of the rapid retreat of our red army and, accordingly, the lack of weapons and ammunition-the order is doubly idiotic. Who cares how you weapon will cause damage to the Nazis. But to argue in those days...So, we stand with petty officer Ivanchenko near the improvised weapon table and clean the German trophy weapon. Very good machine gun MG-34 I did not really know, but the Sergeant had to fight in the Finnish and helped me with the disassembly and installation of the tape. And near us was spinning pretty nurse Varvara. Our division was a militia and took her away after the third year. She was making eyes at me and, in any case, the foreman Ephrata Pavlovich, he was of the conservatives. He treated me with respect-I arrived to Moscow from Tomsk, the native Siberian and managed to arrive to capital Institute moreover and a rank of mamley to me appropriated-not just the fellow countryman I to it, and the deserved fellow countryman. That's it, clean German weapons, by the way very good, but this is even impossible to stutter, admire the smiles of the barbarians and then Hello!- German troops. They then often threw them in our rear. What I was a bit struck by the foreman and Varechka, so that not realizing that this is serious, quietly commanded,"All fire on the German invaders!". And directly from the table I guided a machine gun barrel on those paratroopers who managed to land. I as if from outside, watching everything going on, he surprised his calm. I pressed the safety key and then the trigger. An obedient mechanism of the exhaust cranked, stopper tightly locked the cartridge lugs and the sharp sting of the firing pin struck the bottom of a thin copper nosed, shattering a pill of mercury fulminate inside. Mercury puffed an evil spark and flew into the belly of the sleeve,where the powder was dozing strong. Powder flared and turned into a hot gas, clamped like a Genie in a fabulous vessel. Spat out with incredible force of hot gas bullet caliber 7.92 with the force crashed into the rifling of the trunk and, untwisting, rushed forward, looking for the desired goal in the enemy uniforms mouse color, tearing their bodies with the power of lead and my rage. Literally five minutes out of ammo, but the enemy troops are gone, too. Barbara hugged me all the time from behind, clinging to my back and whispered: "Saved me, covered his body! Saved me!"I stood proud and unyielding, though then the petty officer cooled me a little. Then, as always, after the fight, there was a command and began to issue orders, mostly stupid. And I snapped this of our division-I have not fired a weapon before the damned Nazis. But permanent a member of our "Kapustnikov" quickly did and I loudly blurted out:"and we, comrade senior political officer, fascist bullet on fascist muzzle! But they lie, ate their lead from the heart!"He paused a moment, digesting my impromptu, and then laughed and repeated:" Good! So the Nazi fascist bullet in the face!"That's how I was introduced to the medals, but the main prize I received in the night-Barbara, firmly considering me as your Saviour, caressed me all night. Both nurses had a separate well-maintained dugout, so this night I remember for a long time. And the second nurse, her eyes sparkling in the half-light, not looking up, was sitting on her bed and watching us. Varvara so obediently reacted to my desires, so I completely broke away in my ethical dreams. She lay on her back and on her stomach, and stood " crustaceans." Groaned and moaned when I made a mistake and stuck it in the ass, but did not rest-the Savior should be thanked in full. And here's what happened. Towards the morning Barbara went to sleep, I came out of the dugout to take a leak and have a smoke. And when I am gone-I firmly grasped her hot hand the second nurse and literally dragged me to her bed. I'm tired, but there's another girl...I fell asleep on it vigorously when he had finished and disconnected. Barbara a little in the morning scolded me for "cheating", but were both with very happy faces. As I later realized-were already in 1942, the girls decided to get pregnant and, according to the new decree of the Supreme Council, got good benefits. Plus the distance from the front. Women bole practical nature-both managed at the same time to sleep with the commander of our regiment and, of course, the pregnancy was written off to him. And so it is with fright, huh-they both received money and grocery certificates and went home. On the last night before leaving Varvara spent with our commander, and the second nurse-with me. I never knew her name, either. Exactly the newfangled saying - "this is not a reason to meet!"
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