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Vladimir Belayev


THE OLD FORTRESS

PART THREE


THE TOWN BY THE SEA




FOREIGN LANGUAGES
PUBLISHING HOUSE
MOSCOW


TRANSLATED FROM THE RUSSIAN
BY ROBERT DAGLISH


DESIGNED BY A. VASIN


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This Book is dedicated to the memory of the Bolshevik writer Yevgeny Petrovich Petrov,
who was killed in action...




A CALL FROM HEADQUARTERS

There was no home-work that evening and we had come out for a walk round town. Petka
Maremukha was bouncing along in his short leather jerkin that smelt of sheep. Sasha Bobir had put on a
pair of shiny new galoshes over his battered boots and fastened all the buttons on his long
brownish-yellow "raglan," which someone had made for him out of a British army great-coat. I had
struggled into my grey chumarka. It was tight across the shoulders and short in the sleeves and the hooks
would not fasten properly. Aunt had made it for me out of my father's old coat the year before last, but I
was still very proud of it because all the active Komsomol members went about in chumarkas like mine.
It was Saturday and there were a lot of people about in town. Not all the shops in Post Street were
open, but the brightly lit windows splashed long shafts of light on the narrow pavements.
We could have joined the noisy stream moving along those narrow pavements, of course, but we
didn't want to. As usual on Saturday evenings, besides girls and chaps from all districts of the town, there
were a lot of young profiteers about on Post Street. Komsomol members and young workers had
another hauntтАФthe avenue near the Komsomol club.
We kept to the middle of the road. It had thawed during the day and the sun had shone just like in