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Wrote the letter to 'the Red Star' which was rather the copy of my letter in 'Crocodile', than the independent
composition. Wrote one letter to mother. There is nobody to write more because nobody writes me.
The girl, that lodged in one with me the house clean rubbish. I very regret that helped her to justify itself
before DPK, she does not cost it. Is rude with me and does not want to talk, meanwhile as daily, several times in a
row, any men come to her both sober, and drunk, and under the guise of 'patients' with whom she by all
means coquets and «lovely» behaves.
But something in my heart trembles at her emergence. It is impossible to call Nina (so she is called) beautiful or
clever, it is impossible to consider her substantial and solid in spite of the fact that to her the 23rd year went.
Nevertheless, she is a girl, and my nature weakens before tenderness and warmth of the young woman and as
electrified boils and is tormented from proximity, but estrangement from me a similar soft being. And however I
will have enough will power to show the known hardness and a share of pride concerning this corrupted person
and not to think of caress and tendernesses of her body. These goods to me not to taste. Special breed of an
animal who does not resemble the human being at all.

Saw the movie 'Continent' yesterday about work of our back which transferred the industry from the Leningrad
Region and the city to the Urals. The picture seemed to me worked not enough. The story line not finished, in it is
untold about [...]. Characters, however, live and truthful, but all their behavior becomes unclear and a little
senseless when the story line of the movie unexpectedly breaks.

11.22.1944

Owners strongly and hazardously swear. Mother old woman is especially furious in this regard and all disputes
and fight begin with her. Began to write verses, but in the room such shout rose that it was impossible that
slightly to me did not stuff up ears. Already quite light morning, but I wait for a breakfast and in soul I regret that
I got here. I do not love shouts and poverty. In completion of all the avarice of the old woman painfully affects
my patience. In addition, people dark, they do not understand that when the person writes, he should not disturb
and all the time interrupt me empty questions which of decency it is necessary to answer.
Yesterday, when I went to bed, owners asked me where I put a gun. I told that I do not have it, but at once
regretted that I did not tell that I hid in a pocket because in the apartment two men and who knows that they could
conceive. At first, I felt is disturbing, but then fell asleep and next morning saw that everything was as well as
possible I one in the village again.

Minsk Mazowiecki. Went to the city with great comfort on barrels with gasoline, however very quickly arrived
here. This time my car was the most highspeed of all passers and passing, so I almost arrived at it to this area.
Expensive even hardly did not lose a cap wind blew off. When got down, felt that it was strongly frozen and
though the car did not approach the city closely yet, decided not to sit down and walk more on it to be warmed.
And only near the check point at an entrance to the city when asked documents me, I bethought that at me the
notebook on which the division route was written down dropped out. Very much grieved, but not so loss of a
notebook as lack at me of a route which was hardly stamped on my memory. 'Through
Minsk Mazowiecki on Yagodin'. Yagodin nobody knew neither in commandant's office, nor at the checkpoint,
nor inhabitants Minsk Mazowiecki, nor even military maps had no it on themselves and I began to doubt. The
only thing that gave hope it is continuously plying cars and extensively with familiar letters and figures 'D', 'T'
and, at last, ours '8'. However, I could not finalize the exact direction of a way of these cars and, appear, lost an
exit from the desperate situation into which it fell so unexpectedly.
Waved a hand and went to see Minsk Mazowiecki. It is the first rather large city which was found to me in Poland
during mine travel here. The flat asphalted street extends through all city, making the Minsk Mazowiecki center
together with the lanes adjoining to it. Here and shops are so numerous also various on the range that even it
becomes surprising from where there is so much wealth in such not firstrate city. Dnipropetrovsk is ten times
more than this district center of Poland, but there shops also were not supposed, such as here is.