Sometimes I forgot about this feeling which pulls and breaks me from the inside and remind me death pain due to my husband and my passion. I was forgotten, I allowed my thoughts to disappear. And I allowed myself – sometimes to experience real idle fun. Thanks in large part to my husband, even there I could take the time to take a deep breath and feel a second wind. I would probably break like a dry branch without this. During the day, I did not think about Cha-Borze, about my mother, my brother, about a burning building with people – they all came to me at night …In that time spring was at the full swing, the sun was scorching, sometimes the warm wind lashed cheeks. But just around- complete ruin. Orphaned domestic animals whined, cows mooed, sheep bleated, and the dogs went out of their voices the loudest. The carts cracked when Ossetian marauders took out the loot from already empty houses and shouted triumphantly. They did not worry about anything, shamelessly rejoiced, profited from other people’s misfortunes and drove their own horses. I, Byrd and other people managed to detain ten such bad guys. We shooted over their heads and warned them – at the next time we will get right on target, not in the air. I remember how frighted marauders fell to their knees, pounded themselves in the chest, promised that they would never again be in a strange land. Our shots were heard by enkawedes who were walking around. They flew at us with weapons, and there were many of them, and there were only four of us – Bird, Abubakar Bahoev, and Yahya Mamedov. I had only carbines and binoculars with us. We had to shoot at random and run away but only we did not even notice how we were surrounded on three sides and led to abyss. Nothing did not afraid me – the main thing is that I am not alone, I am with my relative person. I was terribly worried about him. And we did not prevent the abyss because we had equipment for climbers with us, in the hearts – a pinch of unshakable courage. We descended quickly without problems and we were laughing for a long time in our thoughts while the unlucky opponents tried to crawl awkwardly along the slopes. I took the binoculars, the carbine and climbed the summit that dominated the farm, from where everything could be perfectly seen. And punitive screamed, loudly, ran to the attack. I admit, it was annoying to shoot everyone – there would be too many orphans left. Cruelty never prevailed over me to the end, and the terrible pain that had to be experienced from time to time at the recollection of crazy spectacles did not win. Prudence – yes, I did not part with it. That is why it became through binoculars to look out for officers, alas, there was no sniper rifle and it would have been easier with it. But I managed! Handled! As soon as I noticed the enemy – a shot. Collapsed down. I do not watch the lifeless body, but look out for the next one. And a shot again! Killed. So I did this! Adrenaline flowed like hot metal through my veins, and I will never forget this heat. From every new enemy falling through the «Aegi Chozh», I felt the approaching victory. At that time, I still did not understand that this is a system that neither my people nor my officers like you have is sorry for, it sacrifices everything for its own sake, for the sake of the commander-in-chief’s ego. Here are just barely we managed to exhale, as the horsemen came. They began to storm the hut, where my friends were hiding. We heard shot from three carbines and the three enemies fell from their horses in this moment. I remember I was looking through binoculars and saw a new officer and immediately picked it up. And how it all ended I noticed Byrd with affection in his eyes, who was waving a palm below me, say, come on, get off. Only I was going to follow his request, more and reinforcements arrived. But this time lucky, no attack followed. I went down to my friends, taking advantage of the lull, and those were about to roll up and leave. And again shots rang out, bombing with grenades was heard. Bert cheerfully said: «Art preparation, getting ready for the assault!» Together we crossed the gorge again and stepped onto a narrow path, and a few seconds later we saw an officer with two soldiers in front of us. We were equipped in military uniform, so the trio easily caught up with us and stopped. As they caught up, Abubakar slashed the officer with a blade in the face, after which the rest of the soldiers rushed scatteringly. And what do we need? We didn’t need them. Together with our comrades, we only picked up the abandoned weapon, removed the uniform with the documents of the senior state security lieutenant from the lifeless body and returned to our home base. For the time being, everything went smooth. I stopped repeat moments of my memory and did my job well together with my husband. Magomed Idrisov was the first person from our group who died. Opponents figured out his location when they tortured Sultan Mamedov. The shelter was surrounded, shooting began, and Magomed lost his hand… He could be saved, he could defend himself, but he sacrificed himself – he did not want the whole group to be killed along with him. He ordered to leave him alone in a small boulder. Hasan Israilov found out about this and immediately ordered me to help the poor thing. I never argued – on the same night I secretly made my way to the right place, and a few minutes later I tied up the wound on my shoulder to my friend and drank tea with honey. And he moaned from the terrible pain, but suffered, kept himself in check, only begged to load the weapon. Fell asleep when I raked up dry grass brought by me. How else to help – I sincerely did not know, bent over him and silently cried. It is mentally hard to lose comrades, even if from the very beginning it seemed as if you were not that close. I did not get used to losing… Then he woke up and began to shake me with a scream «Run, my darling! I hear the steps of my death, they are going!» It was enough to look around just once to see the security officers on the trail. I did not argue and silently ran to the cleft or the rock where I hid.
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