Svetlana Alexievich. War has no female face (№ 190146)

Follow me the guy with the dancing, I suddenly bad-bad, heart zatarahtit. Go-go and sit in a snowdrift. "What's wrong with you?" - "Oh, nothing. Netanalysis". And these are my two wounds... This is war... And we must learn to be gentle. To be weak and fragile, and his boots echoed - fortieth the size.