Lalka_Travilaf, 9 мая 2018 г., 0:53
It was 1942. He was moving around a deserted city. His squad, as well as the troops of other commanders who fell in battle. He never turned back. Not because comrade Stalin ordered: "not a step back!"but because it was the last, it needs to survive, to repel the Nazis. Everywhere lay the broken glass in the distance billowing black smoke. In the store there were still 11 rounds. War-one of the most terrible events that befell mankind. He didn't know for what and for whom it takes so many lives. He was taught since childhood that life is priceless, then why do people start wars? For power over other people? That thought drilled his brain. There's nothing fun about it, war is scary. Now he's just a walking corpse, staring at the horrors of war.What's next? The end? His philosophical thoughts were interrupted by the howling of a stray dog, a miracle survivor, like himself, in the massacre. Blood, intestine and severed limbs - this is the smallest of the ills that can be seen in this war, much scarier against this background, the agony of echelons of civilians who have become victims of the bloody Nazi invaders at the end.camps. Shattered fates, even those who did not want war... Children, wives and mothers who will not wait for their fathers, husbands and sons - that's really scary. Approaching a stray dog, he saw traces of burns on it. He lay and howled, unable to get up. The fighter pulled out a first aid kit, which was removed from the corpse, pinning the dog to the ground, gave him medical assistance. "You'll need this more than I do, buddy," he said. Thankfully the dog whines, not even trying to resist. "His eyes, so human", thought the soldier, examining the face of a dog - everything inside is compressed from pain, the soul hurt more than the body. After another kilometer, he noticed movement from the South side of the city. Taking out a cracked pair of binoculars, he saw flags and banners on which were depicted a swastika.He was not accustomed to retreat, even if he knew that the forces are not equal and clearly not in his favor. Having armed with the PPSH with 11 cartridges, it moved towards the opponent. One of the soldiers, who moved the furthest, shouted in his tongue: Hey, you! Give up! How many of you out there? He didn't answer. He knew that talking with the same hostage of war, as he did, but he didn't. He ran on the enemy, releasing the last bullets. When he reached the corpse of a soldier, he picked up ammo. There was a return fire. But he was lucky, a shelter in the form of a concrete wall was able to withstand flying bullets. "We are building homes for centuries", - he grinned to himself, hiding in the ruins of the blown up house. His ammunition was replenished with 17 new rounds. "Live long", he thought and rushed to the surviving house. A series of shots were fired at the house. All three floors were riddled. Judging by the fact that the Germans did not go in his forehead, he realized that they want to live, apparently for further questioning. ****** He left one bullet in case he couldn't get out. He was surrounded. Per hour siege, he spent almost all of the patrons. When the Germans realized that the return fire of ten for a man unceremoniously entered the house, but not managed to grab a nameless soldier. ****** The dead body was carried outside, the Germans were looking for him. Arrived scout of the German army reported to the commander that this man was the last stronghold of resistance in the city. Author: Me.
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