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Now we resemble a city under siege, one whose enemies swarm toward it from all directions.
And if, in the meantime, we are forced to confront the tanks armed only with Molotov bottles, then we must…
Savitsky, the commander of the Sixth Division, rose when he saw me, and I was taken aback by the beauty of his gigantic body. He rose—his breeches purple, his crimson cap cocked to the side, his…