Book: Sevastopol stories

Great God! only You know those simple, but hot and desperate prayers of ignorance, of troubled repentance and suffering which ascended to You from this terrible place of death - General for a second before it thought about Breakfast and Georgia on the neck, but fear the proximity of Your housego, until exhausted, hungry, lousy soldier collapsed on the bare floor Nikolaev battery rather asking You to give him there unconsciously feel they are a reward for all the undeserved suffering! Yeah, You never got tired of listening to the pleas of Your children, send them everywhere angel-Comforter, ulagasheva in the soul of patience, duty, and joy of hope.

Because of the cross, because of the name, the program can't make these people horrible conditions: there must be another, high motive. And this reason is the feeling, seldom, never Nude in Russian, but lying in the depths of each soul, the love for the Motherland.

Doctors on the hideous but beneficent work of amputation. You will see how sharp curved knife enters the white, healthy body; you will see how terrible cry of agony and curses the wounded man suddenly comes to life; you see how the assistant will throw in the angle of cut arm; will see how lying on a stretcher in the same room, another wounded, and looking at the operation of a comrade, writhing and groaning not so much from physical pain as from the mental suffering of waiting will see a terrible, stunning soul spectacle; you will see war is not correct, beautiful and brilliant order, with music and drums, with fluttering flags and prancing generals, and going to see war in this way - in blood, in suffering, in death.

Why La Gomera and Shakespeares talked about love, about glory and about the suffering, and the literature of our age is nothing but an endless narrative of "SNOWSHOW" and "Vanity"?

Cannot be below the thought that you are in Sevastopol, have not penetrated into your soul a sense of some kind of courage, pride, and that the blood was not to go faster in your veins...

Little Napoleon... now ready to start a battle, kill a hundred people just to get an extra star or a third of the salary.