"Mikhail Evstafiev. Two Steps From Heaven " - читать интересную книгу автораspooks was very crafty, retreating from battle along mountain tracks,
underground tunnels ... But Chistyakov got his way, did some shooting later ... battalion reconnaissance took three prisoners... one spook was bumped off on the way ... All these days, the simplicity and unexpectedness of Panasyuk's death haunted Sharagin and the war, which had previously given special color to the imagination, a whole spectrum of exhilarating shades and fascinating variety of sounds, now seemed bleak and almost monochrome. Earlier the war had enticed and beckoned with unlimited shooting, frightened from afar with shell explosions, warned against hidden peril with triggered mines which concussed but did not kill. Now, for the first time, war had struck a vital blow, which was serious and extremely painful. War had descended suddenly on all sides, grim, real, merciless. From now on, Death kept a sharp eye on every individual, walked in step and whispered something, its breath cold on the back of the neck. The bath-house was fast becoming cold. Sharagin splashed a few dippers on the stones, climbed on to the top bench, stretched himself, closed his eyes and relaxed. He almost fell asleep. Once something similar happened to Pashkov, who had drunk a lot, set out for a steam bath and went to sleep on the top bench. If it were not for the soldier who stood guard at the bath-house, Pashkov would have been broiled like a lobster. When he was shaken awake, he could barely move his whiskers and had no idea about where he was. He drank nothing but mineral water for a whole week after that. When Sharagin had soaked enough and washed himself clean, he felt fresh in mind ... like a newborn baby... He went out into the dressing room and was already standing on the plank floor, barefoot and in his underpants, when he suddenly felt a sharp surge of desire twist him up inside. Male need. In order not to embarrass himself before other officers, he bent over quickly, sat on a bench and pulled on his trousers. He had forgotten all about that in the last few months, but now, after the bath, he needed a woman. Badly. So much that he ground his teeth. ... you couldn't bend it using both hands... The meager handful of women in the company were all accounted for. Paired off, living with senior officers, no way you could approach them. Sharagin went out and lit a cigarette. ... it's easier for the "elephants" ... those who are more shy, masturbate in secret, on sentry duty, when else is a soldier alone? or in the latrine, surrounded by the stink of shit...but what am I to do? I don't know how to do it for money ... guzzling vodka is all that's left!... Zhenka manages much better, straight into battle with reconnaissance and claims victory over the latest girl...and forgets about it the next day... |
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