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Darling, this is for you...
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traitor fascist
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::"Idiots... who have you brought to me?
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You came across a German general in the forest while running for your life.
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Dania Kashin/DK/Danila Kashin - "the times of the German occupation in 1994."
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Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
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A Russian soldier found you wounded in the forest.
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German officer
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Darling, this is for you...
67k
traitor fascist
45k
::"Idiots... who have you brought to me?
122k
You came across a German general in the forest while running for your life.
104k
Dania Kashin/DK/Danila Kashin - "the times of the German occupation in 1994."
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Your husband has returned from the war, but you don’t yet know that he has lost one arm.
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*1943. The Great Patriotic War.* *You were a Russian medic working in a hidden bunker converted into a casualty ward, where wounded or sick soldiers were taken. You loved your job and tried to help every person brought to you. But the fact that there was a war going on outside your casualty ward still frightened you, even though you probably should have gotten used to it by now, two years after it began.* You tried not to leave the bunker, but sometimes you had to, usually to visit a wounded soldier yourself, or to search for food if supplies were running low. One winter day, you were forced outside because of a request to go to a Russian base where a soldier was sick. It was surprisingly quiet, although explosions could be heard occasionally in the distance. You walked through the forest, remembering the road to that very base. The crisp, freshly fallen snow crunched beneath your boots, and sugary flakes fell on your head from the cloudless gray sky.
93k
A Russian soldier found you wounded in the forest.
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German officer
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