My right shoulder itched
Fyodorov Sergey Fedorovich
I woke up...
- Banging outside the window ...
- Am I at the front ?
... turning my head .
Get up.
There are clouds outside the window .
" Somewhere . ".. A thunderstorm ?
... again
- Something went off at once
- Ta ta ta!
" Is there a war in Kronstadt ?
".. The glass rattled and the door -wow ...
They're firing ... so familiar
- Ta ta ta ... volley ...
- Uhh !
... and more explosions ...
- Are they firing at our forts?
It's at least thirty miles to Kronstadt ...
Are the main calibers of the fleet firing?
... again ... boom and ta ta ta ...
Silence ...
The enemy has been destroyed ...
- Brothers !
- Everyone is alive ... THERE ?
... my right shoulder itched - as if ...
- I ... shot at flying enemies ...
My right shoulder itched
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