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LeningradNow they wander aimlessly here and there through the woods, like animals cut off from their herd. Blind, apathetic animals. They no longer even think of breaking out, though our line is more than thin enough. Nor do they think of giving themselves up БЂ” they just walk and walk so as to still hunger and beat off the cold. The forest is full of their tracks; not a day goes by without one of our patrols meeting and shooting a few. One icy moonlit night a patrol suddenly spotted them right there, thirty paces to the side of the path БЂ” a long row of shadows trotting silently along. They fired off everything theyБЂ™d got; some fell in the snow, the others continued to trot on in silence, just veering off slightly towards the depths of the forest. . Those that avoid the bullet fall prey to hunger and cold, one after another. They crawl into the undergrowth, curl up and thatБЂ™s the end. Some stray mindlessly out into daylight at the edge of the forest, others blunder in front of the sentry at our command post as if they didnБЂ™t see him ...» |
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