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HOME SOLDIER'S HEART EVENTS CALENDAR SIFF PROGRAMS ABOUT US/BIOS VIET NAM JORNEY JORNEY TO GREECE ARTICLES / PUBLICATIONS TESTIMONIALS LINKS Recovering, the king saw that the soldiers jumped out of the groove, taking his empty gun and throwing his rifle. Picked it up, Korolyov understood why he did not shoot: she, too, was empty. Then, rising, he threw a second grenade after the soldier, the rollback in the fight to corner the groove. Again, not strong enough - grenade exploded too far away from a soldier and too close to the Queen. Heedless of the leg, he ran for a soldier: he carried the weapon, without which return to their ashamed. He overtook him and struck the butt of his rifle on the same head. Soldiers shouted and turned around. Korolev dropped the rifle and pulled to his own machine - and once again began an unequal struggle of a strong and healthy soldiers, the only weakness is fear and uncertainty in the victory, with a shaky, exhausted sailor, frightening in its dogged persistence and desire to win. 

They pulled the machine to each other, staring into his eyes and cursing everyone in their own language. Then the king said in the eyes of the soldier's joy and anger. Turning for a moment his head, he saw that he looks at the galloping horseman to them. The soldier took his left arm with a machine gun and invitingly waved her rider. Queens also took one hand with the machine, remembering that he still hangs on the belt last grenade. He raised it above his head, deciding to wait for the rider and then throw a grenade at his feet to blow up himself and the two enemies. 

- We stand and wait. I'm looking for a fascist: I think he is not stunned me with his free hand ... then alive will be taken much do I need it: to give again - and in the eyes darken at all. And his facial expression changed suddenly rolled his eyes, opened the box and looked over my shoulder. I turned to the rider too close ... I look - Holy Mother! - Is there Korovnikov of the first battalion! Rides to us at full throttle, and curled ribbons. Soldiers threw my rifle - and ticking! Cowshed it in stride one shot put - and to me ... And I have no power and no: ran ... 

It turned out that in the morning a battalion of the Third Marine Regiment, is already out for this high-rise. In the bushes found abandoned wagon with the horses (obviously, the two Nazis, throwing a cart and went to his own, and stumbled upon a Queen). Taking the enemy position, the battalion was ready to move on. 

And then Political Officer Battalion, surveying the terrain with binoculars, saw two high-rise struggling people. 

- What the hell? - He said incredulously. - Come on, look in the sniper scope, it is stronger: no, there sailor French anti-fascist does. 

In Sight considered that it was, and just a sailor. All the details of this struggle sniper aired curious, waiting for the moment when you can be safe for the Queen to shoot at a soldier. But the commissar had already ordered: Korovnikov jumped on the horse and the trophy came in handy to help the Queen.