The string of time. Military stories. Alexander Bushkov

In the spring of 1944, the commander of the reconnaissance platoon was instructed to escort three strange officers to the front line. Their unnatural calm, even indifference to what was happening, although they were preparing for a deliberately risky business. And their faces were some kind of well-groomed, sleek, not at all “fighting”. One of them shortly before the exit took the guitar and sang a song. With a tear, with hoarse. The scout was so liked that he wrote down the words in his diary. Many years later, already in peaceful life, he again heard the same song. It was new, as they say now, the hit of Vladimir Vysotsky. In the forty -fourth great bard there were only six years, and then he could not compose this song. So, those strange officers somehow fell into the forty-fourth of the future...