Page 18 - Excerpts from the diary

And so that to recall you for the newspaper absolutely?
So I cannot. I want to be closer to people.
Yes, but you, in my opinion, are acquainted with them already enough, well studied people. So that if you agree,
I will agree above about you.
I do not object.
Went to Sokolov, I tell him, and at this time phone for the third time causes. I answer phone.
Subotin, chief of counterintelligence. Boxes. How to adjust calculation and why they vanish?
I do not know.
And so, we will break 1986 rubles into you four, and we will collect!
Again went to Sokolov. Suddenly again...
With things to be on Gomel! But before there going to answer phone.
Began to find out who causes. It became clear that all this comedy was played by Savostin. Then he rejoiced and
laughed as dexterously he inflated me. And weather was besides unimportant to go, to knead dirt.
In the evening the Komsomol organizer Kolmagortsev the second lieutenant, the merry fellow and
a trophyman is killed. He got behind a body of the first lieutenant Petrov, and that had many trophies: German
gold watch and three more hours, both chains, and revolvers two and other. Four of them took a corpse, but the
mine suddenly exploded. Two ran even in other battalion from fright, and Kolmagortsev and still the fighter were
killed with the exploded mine, and then sappers found out that Petrov's corpse was mined by Germans, and now
he still lies, is not cleared of mines. Have to take mines this night.
Kipnis, the former Komsomol organizer of battalion is killed. He is Jew, in a rank of the Red Army man
managed to be the Komsomol organizer of battalion. But as soon as sent the lieutenant here sent him to a
company the Komsomol organizer and the squad leader. He was killed by a mine and machine gun fire.
The Komsomol organizerlieutenant told me about all this.
Gave felt boots at night. Fighters did not receive, and I had one 39th another 42 sizes.

01.14.1944

Wrote the letter to the aunt Ania with the verse to edition to «Replenishment», to the editorial office of the Red
Army newspaper «Boyevoy Tovarishch» the poem «Fights Rattle». For this night and day wrote two poems.
One for Sokolov, love and front.
Now night. Ordered to prepare and to prepare, in a full fighting look to give a platoon. Therefore, packed things
and the diary which, by the way, comes to an end. There I will enter the poems.
The oven in a dugout. Crossbeams from boxes with mines I heat there is nothing more. There were three pieces,
the fourth burns down.
Germans all shoot. Today our aircraft worked. Again one some dropped small bombs on our territory.
Bullets over a dugout whistle.
Just wrote Ole's letter. Now three letters. Wrote to Mushnyan the letter to the editorial office with request for the
family.
Louses eat. The foreman to spite gave me at exchange of linen an old, rotten shirt and underpants. It was dark
when changed clothes and I did not notice at once.
Communist Party meeting. Far after midnight. I to the secretary.

01.17.1944

Night on I\17. Just all were lifted, ordered to prepare. It appears, the opponent comes again.
Matches, as ill luck would have it, dampened. It was necessary to strike a half of a box, but nothing helped. Then
struck one for another two five of matches, and light lit up. The splinter from celluloid plane came to an end. It
happened to kindle the oven, but again paper was not burned the whole newspaper but did not kindle. Then