part 12/? they examined me and didn't find any other injuries. then batareya began cursing at me: "fuck, you have a scratch, and you're acting like a little girl! how many times have i told you, dont wear those fucking balaclavas in combat! how are you supposed to listen to the sky in that thing? and why the fuck did you button up your jacket like that? so that id have to struggle to unbutton it for you? whats in your pocket? fucking documents? they should be in your chest pocket! fuck, how i hate you mobilized soldiers! all you can do is whine and moan! 'oh, they made me go to war, how horrible, mommy take me home!' you need to work, not cry!" his words and intonation worked. strangely enough, batareya managed to bring me to my senses, for which i am very grateful to him. i actually started feeling a bit better. i put my head between my knees and waited. underneath me lay the corpse of a ukrainian soldier. we waited and waited for a suitable moment to leave and return to our lines. if only we could leave. if only we could leave kosa wanted to lead us out at dusk. so we waited for darkness to fall. my thoughts were no longer occupied with the future of the group commander or those of us who remained unharmed. may fate protect them. i just wanted to get myself out of there now. i only felt immense pity for zmiy. he couldnt walk. batareya tried to make him walk, cursed at him the same way hed cursed at me. "zmiy, you fucking crawled here somehow! do you understand that this is your life?!" "i understand, batareya, but i cant" "fuck, we cant carry you out! we have four 300s, how are we supposed to carry your carcass? we dont even have a stretcher. "batareya, my legs have a mind of their own. i cant walk. youll just lie there until you die! no one will come for you! alas, batareyas cursing had no effect on zmiy. zmiys legs were injured, his head was injured too. zmiy remained lying there.
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