Page 32 - Excerpts from the diary

Hello, first lieutenant, he told me, but at once faltered saw that the lieutenant.
I am not raised I explained to him and told my story since the direction in 902.
You are incorrigible. When will you begin to be at war? Here you will see, you will get to shooters, and there
you will be killed.
I answered that I will not go to shooters more, but his words became offensive for me and my heart missed a bit
from pain. On a breast at Shchinov two asterisks and an award of Patriotic war. He considers himself the fighter
and me which directly on a front line was and will be still, says 'when you begin to be at war?' But my breast is
empty and he's right. Found out a route and left.
Shops are crowded, everything(all) in them is. Took out the money and wanted to buy several pencils, costs 40
rubles, and the sheet of paper of 25 rubles or zloties. I hid the capitals and decided to get out quicker from the city
not to die of hunger which was coming me here. However, already on the outskirts remembered that I without bag
with diaries. It was forced to return to operations section. Shchinov met me on the street and reproachfully shook
the head. Here it is my absentmindedness what leads to! But, fortunately, the bag appeared on the place and I,
happy with its return, carelessly hurried on the road of a route.
The divisional bank was not too. I was almost poor if not two asterisks on shoulder straps which were given big
preference here.
On the road in the country stopped near our cars. They had to go any minute, but did not take the driver and it was
necessary to wait for the major the chief of a column.
In the distance the city left by me with the Polish name, with the beautiful Poles proud to loathing appeared.
To me the meeting with one Pole old woman is remembered in the Western Ukraine. She was 70 years old, she
was without teeth and a wrinkle ugly flattened her the person.
We entered three together to her on the apartment and to us hung out in the center of the room on a wall, big gold
the embroidered coat of arms Polish was evident at once.
What is it? we Asked.
It is the coat of arms of Poland. PolishLithuanian Commonwealth having Highly raised the head, she
answered. I surely will go to myself home, to the region.
And here you live long ago?
Here I was born, but my Poland there, specified it is proud. Here my Poland is not, the foreign land here.
It was opposite to me and I tried to leave quicker from there. The captain told that her thoughts and haughty pride
should not upset us, to us the fact that she fed us and accepted properly is important already.
In Vladov and in other places the Polish soldiers and officers the first welcome us. In their greetings that
humiliated advantage and servility which they test before us is well noticeable. All Poland is flooded by the
Polish troops. They are everywhere both in the cities, and in villages, and everywhere they the first welcome,
even younger themselves on a rank. I did not welcome their the first. Feeling of lawful pride of the Army, the
people, and pettiness of these cock dummies, the decorated soldiers and officers, young ladies, and even deep old
women, men, all degrees and ranks. I despise these fools whose malignancy was in many respects the reason of
that war. And now they, Poles, armed capápie, walk up and down on backs are not at war. Very insignificant part
them on a front line. Call here only young people, from 18 to 35 years, and maybe that already a circle of military
age of Poles.
This part of Poland where there are a lot of Russians and Ukrainians, well still, behind some exception, meets us.
But there further animals and Russian haters. Jews too here are not loved and openly call 'kikes', it is so accepted
here. Still, poor people, especially Russians and Ukrainians those sosyak, sympathize even with them, but
Poles... those with a gnashing of teeth speak of Jews.
I was told about women: they enticed our fighters and officers into the embraces, and when business reached a
bed, cut off penises a razor, smothered hands for a throat, scratched eyes. Mad, wild, ugly females! With them it
is necessary to be more careful and not to be fond of their beauty. And Poles are beautiful, swine.
Here in the village I am one. Long searched for Ukrainians that at them to become on the apartment. But also it
was dangerous. I risked because without weapon I would be managed to be done quickly in. Fortunately, owners
good and with respect and love speak of Russians. I spent the night here, and they fed me almost 'from a paunch'.
They live not especially well, but also it is not bad, however they have no fats. Our soldiers go, milk ask, a
selfrace, steal horses, the cattle, and in general, the movement of army is followed by tears and lamentations of