Author of quotes: Janusz Pshimanovsky

We in Georgia say, your finger will hurt the whole hand hurts.

- Wait a minute. Seeing the perplexed look officer, added: 'Ein moment, as the fortune teller said to Hitler on the question of how much time he has left to live.

Climber, Sprinter or swimmer know that the last few meters to the top finishing ribbons or to shore the hardest. Same thing in the war.

- And the sword did not stop to dance?
- Weapons, excuse me, Madam, left in the cloakroom before you enter the hall, as the women leave at home when you go to war.
- So, do you not recognize women? - attacked Flirty radio girl.
The war was messy, bloody. Shells, tank shells, caterpillars, pressing people. the Hands of an officer, before calmly lying on the table, again began to tremble. He noticed it and hid it from the girls. - Women need to keep soft hearts and tender eyes, to greet under a native roof...

- The war is not over. A soldier's day is sometimes as a year of peace: sadness and joy, meeting and parting, life and...
He pressed his finger to her warm cherry lips to keep the word that the soldiers at the front try not to say aloud. About death it was said "she." So early, in very ancient times, people avoided to pronounce the names of the terrible gods, being afraid to make them angry.

Shepherd, in which all was clear hunger or satiety, hatred or love, was surprised and did not understand complex human Affairs. How was she to know that the simple and obvious to everyone, at least once saw this couple from afar, things are harder to talk to the two of them. Hardest of all, because they do not know how a few small words to accommodate a great feeling. And to say long and beautiful they do not know war doesn't teach it.

- You can sleep here. I'll sleep at the door and did not let you. - He knelt at her feet and spoke, lifting to her face.
- And he won't fit? - she asked with irony.
- No. You have my word. I told you that I loved the Han, the only one of her. And as we now know...
Likino face changed, frozen in an evil grin.
- And you write. The postman will understand. But you'll be wrong, let her paint your left ear green paint...

Saakashvili grabbed his head and quickly spoke:
- Georgian read, read Russian, Polish, almost all read. In the eyes of the girls can't read!

- Our say, in Groove. Tomorrow morning we will go on the offensive with the infantry. Be careful...
- We will definitely be careful... - laughed Gregory. One mother told the pilot: "Fly, son, not low and fast."

When the Grand harvest and the clink braid step by step moving forward, strewing your path with the spikes, there is in it something resembling the advancing front. When weary reapers stop to take a breath, and to wipe from the face of the sweat, to sharpen scythes, this is also similar to the front, preparing for a new offensive.

Lidka also came to congratulate. It was clean, ironed uniforms, hair, fluffy, newly washed. She in turn shook hands with members of the crew, Janek and congratulated the latter.
- Didn't know... Very worried about you, ' she began. - All told, it's hard to believe that you and your crew...
Janek listened in silence, looking into her eyes.
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Crooked grin, Lidka turned sharply and left.
The ball was eaten quietly, with dignity. Janek sat down beside him on the grass. He heard Gregory said quietly to Helen:
Nice girl believes in the horseman, and the horseman accomplishes heroic deeds. A bad girl believes in the horseman. If he commits a heroic act, you know, she says, "Hard to believe". Tell yourself, is a good girl?
- Want a night with him to appear, because he's a Brave Cross - added Gustlik.
KOs turned away, pretending not to hear. The words of his friends upset. It's a shame that they are talking...

Now understand, Janek? asked Semenov. - If hit yesterday, or today, or even for a few minutes, the Germans could bring up reserves or to retreat.
- I told him, ' said a satisfied Gregory - if the cone will hit an ax, the branch wobbled. You want the nut to break, hit him hard. And now, when they are surrounded by...

The soldiers at the front who has no home and who does not receive emails, poorer than others. Every soldier lives the need for a warm word, miss a person, which one would think in difficult moments.

Listening conductor, Janek remembered the words of the brigade commander: "Where are we - where the border of the Motherland." Only now he understood the meaning of these words: free Poland extends to the stump at a clearing, where there is a Soviet weapon, to trench their tank. Ahead - a narrow strip of no man's land, and further West the Nazis. If the Nazis will throw at least a hundred yards - liberated territory of the homeland will increase; if it will recede - it will be less.