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| Fighters from the swamp. Two days with a search party at the turn of winter 1942 |
| 2024-05-29 |
| Direct Translation via Google Translate. Edited. by Denis Davydov [REGNUM] Black swamp bones, saturated with water for more than eighty years, are a heavy burden. Two bags tied together with the remains of Red Army soldiers who died in the winter of 1942 left bruises on the neck, but it was impossible to whine. In front and behind, men in mud-stained rubber boots were stomping along with the same bags, groaning. There was no other way to get the fighters out of the gloomy, damp forest, where they had lain for so many years in a deep crater. The Great Wasteland, the wilderness, villages that have died out who knows when, to which overgrown directions lead. Only moose and poachers roam here, there are traces here and there on the old road, but human ones - only ours. One and a half kilometers walk from the camp to the swamp and the same distance back. |
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