Pen and Mauser. Storybook.

File format Word. Excerpt: "... shining moon rises higher above the treetops. We hold in the shadow of the dense fir trees, so our figures are less noticeable. We have already passed through the woods about a mile. There is still two. For this forest stretch Logovsky forests and swamps - where twenty miles in circumference no one hut, no enemy post. We must also successfully pass this forest is passed across the front line. A week ago, we were the only partisans and, when they came out of the woods on the enemy's rear to the front, did not observe special precautions, not really hiding - on the contrary, Eynis, Wheeler and Litsis deliberately sought a meeting with the enemy posts only from the desire to drive them through the woods small hand grenades, artillery sample. Now we have other tasks. Now we have to secretly, quietly, to go up front to secretly, quietly, to begin work in the enemy's rear. That's why we go to such care. Vision and hearing are sharpened to the limit. We catch the slightest rustle, we notice the slightest trifle. Muscles tense, like a spring. We are ready to immediately drop to the ground, once on the cutting edge, we have time to notice the light Georges cigarettes, broke out in the dense shade of the trees. Carefully lowered to the ground. Behind us lie completely silent and others. We listen, you hear whether on the side of cutting crack peers, not flash there be light again. No, - silence. But now it is clear. We now know that on the other side is the enemy post. And the right place: on top of the hill, under the pine trees. From the front - cutting, with wings - a small clearing. Without saying a word, we crawl back into the woods, then get up and carefully throwing everything in its path swirls slowly go around cutting. Come and think: instant, subtle glimpse, a tiny negligence on their part - how important it is! Maybe it saved the lives of anyone of us, and maybe someone of them ... "Download: Pen and Mauser. Storybook.