My father fought no more than a year. I studied machine gun. He went into reconnaissance. I got the “courage.” One day, when he returned from the German rear, he was caught in a row. He survived but was disabled. My father spoke very little about the war. Probably trying to forget. I never went to any kind of celebrations, only meetings with fellow soldiers. Then it was time to listen to him.

One day in the early spring, a part of them, on another tired march on the snow, stood up in the basement. It was a suburb near the forest, on which the snow almost came down, and even flowers appeared. After eating, the soldiers were angry. The wind poem. The sun was so hell that everyone dropped the shines, and some - even gymnastes. Who lay right on the grass, who trembled, sitting in a circle, a few guys beat behind the snowmen. Everyone was relaxed and almost happy.

And suddenly the commander suddenly and frighteningly shouted, “Rota! No one move! This is order! They froze! Do not hold! They are all frozen!” He cried it for a long time until it reached everyone. They all fossilized.

Then he ordered everyone, without leaving the place, to look around, and look for the wires coming out of the ground. And then the father actually saw a small torch near him. From various sides it was, “I see! I see here!” Everyone knew that they were jumping mines. Slowly and carefully, one by one, step by step, the whole company went out to a safe place.

To whom I did not tell this, they were surprised how a hundred soldiers could unhinderedly settle on the mine field. After all, it was worth at least one "frog" to crush, as if they were all thrown to the ground, and the rest would explode. One of the incredible cases of fairy fortune, which many had in the war...

For some reason, I got a detail. The soldiers, who had plotted with heavy luggage a few hours before, went to collect flowers on their rest. They were really just boys. Young and careless. Yesterday’s schoolchildren, who went to battle, barricades, attacks, and bombings. to their wounds and deaths.