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tongue to keep from speaking them -- but it was better not to mother told
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invite trouble. She retied the kerchief she wore to keep the him. That
was the first
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days now there had been no real news. The official reports rule she
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happened closer to Moscow each day.
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Nadezhda returned late to the apartment she shared, pulling left him
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the kitchen in stocking feet. As quietly as she could, she boiled
water for tea, then sat down by the window to stare out into Heroic
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The Dnieper River was the last natural barrier before
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Moscow. And if Moscow fell. . . . Closing her eyes,
Nadezhda could see the face of her lover, Vasily, before he'd Johnson
left with the militia to fight. "We'll fight them to the end," he'd
said, speaking softly to avoid being overheard. "We'll make 18
them pay in German blood for every inch of Russian soil. But December
if Moscow falls, we'll be fighting a lost war." Vasily's blue eyes2006
had been hard with fear, but he'd pulled loose her kerchief to Pale as he
stroke his fingers through her hair one last time before he was, it was
boarded the train that would take him to the front. Vasily had
hard to
no real military training -- that he'd been sent to fight spoke of believe he
the Red Army's desperation far more loudly than a thousand would
radio broadcasts.
never rise