I looked at the thin dirty child, at her frightened trusting eyes, fragile thin arms, and I felt uneasy. The trouble increased when, together with a legless combatant, a girl about 4 year old was brought in a carriage. Is impossible to describe this picture, you should see it, you should transmit it through your heart… The mood is pessimistic: young handsome guys in soldiers’ uniform are dying. You cannot step away from them, it’s impossible to carve out a single minute for rest. In my charge the most “serious” patients are: brain and cranio-facial injuries, abdominal cavity wounds, wounds to both legs. Probably, there was a time when cows were kept in it. To the right of the railway there is a dirt road leading to a village where a red-brick building can be seen. The medical battalion is in tents, in a small forest, along which a railway line goes. Soon I found myself at the North-West front, and in July 1943 close to Belgorod, near Prokhorovka. I was drafted into the army on the fifth day of the War (27 July 1941), but given a temporary determent: in my town bottles with incendiary mixture were manufactured. In 1938 I finished medical school and worked in a polyclinic of one of the factories in the town of Liubertsy.
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