Page 28 - Excerpts from the diary

On 4 persons. Here and now their dark mass of evenly moving figures turns gray. Regiment. No, it is more a
division, and the end to edge no, to this procession of the hated Fritzes who went bankrupt completely and [...].
Just carried out a column of prisoners to the highway. Went exhausted, pathetic, timid. Fritzes it is still tolerant,
but... Russians! It is difficult to sustain not to cry: the people are traitors, the same scandalous phenomenon!
From Yaroslavl there is nobody here? one staff sergeant from among the audience asked.
I from Yaroslavl, am called one of captured traitors.
Go here, the staff sergeant called.
And, when that failed, he him, with the words 'Well, Hi, Fellow Countryman!', very much punched the bastard the
person. Blood scattered and the traitor hurried to hide in the middle of a column. Then soldiers began to abuse all
tail of a column in a row. Found from where and the fatfaced Kalmyk, extended and began to beat. A ball he
rolled under blows of many fists, legs, and his shirt was quickly painted by blood. It is surprising how he was on
the lam! And when he returned to a system and hid for the captured German, that in turn hit the rascal and pointed
to other Kalmyk.

09.27.1944

It seems, I am recalled in a regiment. The chief of staff on order of the battalion commander talked about me to
the chief of front department of a regiment. But now I did not find him and precisely I do not know his decision
yet.
My situation in battalion became intolerable. Every other day appoint me the person on duty, and the
senior aidedecamp says that to the person on duty it is necessary to have a rest two hours a day. With food there
are a lot of efforts and humiliations too. The regimentals torn, dirty. Money are not given to me
as Semyonov together with Bondarenko and still who knows with whom made fraud: issued the order on a mortar
company of some nonexistent second lieutenant, and I was left thus in the basket of the order. Here really Gogol
'Dead souls' revive! Traditions of the disgusting past with which to us, contemporaries of the new Soviet power to
combat.
Fighters afford different liberties too. The hairdresser Egor said today that he will not shave me, will not
terminate processing of all fighters of a company yet. But when I promised to give him soap, he shaved me. Here
to what humiliation before fighters the warmhearted administration brought me.
Tops of battalion resolutely wallowed in the personal interests. Fighters and officers disturb them a little: as go
that is eaten. Why to them. If only lived in clover. But to demand. Oh, it please. And what only to you time
scraps which are available for you will not order and as soon as do not exercise the wit to use!
Houses too not everything is all right. Mother, though also promised her something, still without apartment. The
father was called up for military service. I receive letters badly, how I write. Regularly only mother, the father,
C. Nin, well and Ania K. Other seldom write. Yesterday received the dull and illiterate letter. Someone, appears,
intercepted my letter to Galya Kazus and decided to surprise me with the ingenuity: 'You are cheating on me', etc.
similar nonsense. All nothing, but kind of they also did not take in head to send her the same pill.
Today it is even better: received the own letter which wrote to the editorial office 'Soviet Fighter'. Obviously,
divisional censorship found undesirable to send a note about the newspaper and returned to me back. I wrote
again, already in due form, with field number. I do not think that once again returned. Wrote also to TASS. Found
out about Romain Rollane.

They say, the pine forest is useful to health. Air it is used for treatment of the people sick easy, etc. diseases.
The battalion commander looks as I write and smiles. As I would like to be exempted from his control and in
general, to be a little bit more person, than here I am considered.

At the regiment commander. Reads just received BUP, and makes everything in practice. At him beautifully it
turns out. He is tightened, has graceful bearing and in general the person created, apparently, for military science
specially. The chief of staff is cuthas a shave. He has no time. Long I wait. But here the major Lynev looks at the