[...] "Come, come," cried the old man, giving me a push. A rocket
illuminating lights over our heads. Twenty-five men of our section turn into twenty-five statues. Remain there for several minutes, without any defense, aggregates in the beam and the bearer of death. Then again, the darkness envelops protector.
The night seemed full of shapes running and jumping. Everywhere confusion. We're all running to and fro in the dark, Russian and German. Grenades are thrown into the houses. Wounded and dying soldiers screaming with shrill voices.
In the middle of the street, a T-34 makes a dramatic around on itself and then explodes with a blinding glare.
From the center of the city continue to come from explosions and the noise of ongoing battle.
"Hopefully it will not do to spare the house of Tania, a fuira to shoot," said Door, worried.
"Maybe it's all the fault of the commissioner, who came to take his woman," Gregor is a short, sad laugh.
"Everyone has the importance of a fart in a colander," sighs door. "Since I was born I am increasingly aware that the only valuable thing that one possesses is its poor and precious life."
tired, we lie on the ground behind a small hill.
"Ducks!" Porta says assuming the pose of a dog from the tip. He's right. One can distinguish the quiet Quack-Quack a flock of ducks.
"If we catch a couple, I'll try the duck with rice to the Portuguese," he promises, licking his lips at the idea. "Stuff worthy of the gods! First of all, it takes some 'rice - when you took the ducks, of course - and then it is easy to find some onions, carrots and so true. Finally, it takes some tomato, 'oil, salt and pepper. According to the recipe, the rice is boiled in duck fat which is added slowly into the boiling water. I do, however, I prefer wine to water. Spread the rice on the plate and well laid over the portion of duck. Then chopped well with the tomatoes and onions and place them above the rest. The aroma is delicious, I assure you, as what he felt on Christmas Eve before the war. "[...]
Gregor me following close behind. It 's so dark we can see only a few feet in front us.
At one point, stumbling into something that turns out to be a wheelbarrow upside down. curses in silence. A Russian helmet emerges from the darkness. Swifter than thought, Gregor launches its bolas : the deadly snare rolls around neck of the Russian, whose throat is heard a hoarse gasp before the end of the ground.
"What the hell are you doing?" Albert asks, concerned, flattening the ground in fear.
"Jesus, Jesus! "Exclaims when she sees the Russian dead.
" Soon I'll have a nervous breakdown! May the devil take my dad, he did not know better than to play the drums for the Prussian hussars! He should have stayed home to his thatched hut and not let her son best was involved in this terrible war unleashed by the Germans in revenge. "
" Christ! "Gregor terrified screams when a huge blaze broke the darkness and red rises as a tower of flame into the sky up to expand into a mushroom-shaped cloud. It seems like a horrible illusion, suddenly popped out of nowhere.
Semiaccecati deafened and fix the devilish red flame. This increases and grows into a brilliant carmine red umbrella of enormous proportions, intent on throwing up tongues of fire like so many yellow and white roses. Slowly, the giant flower of fire turns into millions of little flames.
All the firmament and the battlefield are dyed red.
door and two Russians emerge from running red immense blaze, into a unique and indescribable roaring inferno.
"Run, damn it!" exclaimed the old man in a desperate tone, pulling the shoulder.
With the feeling of seeing a show unreal follow him. The legs move automatically.
A Russian with a Kalashnikov hanging across his chest surpasses us. A scorching blast knocks down there.
Stunned, we raised and there also in the icy stream that slowly begins to warm up. Immerse the bag in water and then placed it on my face to protect it.
" Tovarish! " a Russian screaming in terror when we go to slam against each other in mid-stream.
"Idiots!" yells, pointing with his hand roaring sea of \u200b\u200bflame. Then he goes back to run the water splashing all around.
After a while ', the rest of this section begins to gather around what remains of a fountain in pieces. The Cossack of granite that was at the center of the fountain itself has not only lost his head, but the rest of the body. In the basin of the fountain remain standing only pants and boots made of stone.
"What the hell was that?" I ask, using the special ointment on the burns that seem to devour the meat.
'E' that madman that pulled the door, so to say, the chain, threatening to drown us all in the toilet, "snarls the old man, glancing angrily at Porta.
"But who, in the name of the devil, could imagine that was a fucking huge deposit of gas?" Gregor pants, spilling water on the red face, covered with burns.
"I turn the knob of the combination of a safe, apologizes door. "It seemed one of those. You know, no, how these thing? A ride on the left and then a ride on the right and suddenly you're rich. In this case, however, the result was slightly different. I came just an accident when I found myself in the midst of the fire along with a couple of Ivan. "
From" The Commissioner ", by Sven Hassel, Ed Sonzogno Pocket - Best Sellers, 2001, pp. 87, 92 -94.
