Eternal Call. In 2 vol. T. 2: Roman. Ivanov A.N.

The war has been going on for almost two full years...

on April on April, I was an ice crook on a grumber, on the river we tossed, sparkling with blue sides, heavy, swollen from the sun and water ice plates, pushed, rubbed a friend about A friend, like rams on a narrow road, and slowly crawled down.

all day shone in the spring hot sun, in a blue, very deep sky, the impregnable cliffs of Zvenigora had fun. At times, one or the other stone community unbearably flashed with white - blue fire, poured sparks in all directions. It was the impression that in the bowels of the silent Zvenigora, a fierce fire was constantly raging, a hot flame eats stone walls in one, then in another place and with a whistle breaks out. And only because of the distances this whistle is not heard...