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BEFORE THE ATTACK Semyon Gudzenko
When on death they go - they sing, while before they allow to cry. The most terrible hour in combat - hour when waiting the attack. Snow by mines is pitied all around and turned black from the dust of mine. Explosion - and your friend die. And it means - death is passed by. Now will come my turn. the hunting goes now only after me. Be cursed the forty first - you, frozen in a snow infantry. It seems to me that I am a magnet, that I attract all mines. Explosion - and Lieutenant wheezing. And death is again passed by. But we're no longer cannot wait. And us conducts through the trenches the numb hostility, by bayonet piercing necks. Battle was short. But then we drank icy vodka, and I picked out by knife from under my nails a blood of the stranger. 1942
When on death they go - they sing, while before they allow to cry. The most terrible hour in combat - hour when waiting the attack. Snow by mines is pitied all around and turned black from the dust of mine. Explosion - and your friend die. And it means - death is passed by. Now will come my turn. the hunting goes now only after me. Be cursed the forty first - you, frozen in a snow infantry. It seems to me that I am a magnet, that I attract all mines. Explosion - and Lieutenant wheezing. And death is again passed by. But we're no longer cannot wait. And us conducts through the trenches the numb hostility, by bayonet piercing necks. Battle was short. But then we drank icy vodka, and I picked out by knife from under my nails a blood of the stranger. 1942


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