There were... there were people.
I will not add the mind, but also in the army, among the many rare fools and just fools, they occasionally met.

Sergeant Snowden.
The name is small, boyfriend, and the sergeant is the same. Small but rooted.
The grounded fortress.
Most of us have our nose. That’s when we’re still. And we stand this way, because as a training, we are a week after the oath, and he is a sergeant.
Not just a sergeant, but an instructor. He will teach us the rules of first aid. Training of sanitary instructors.
On the first day of class, we have a tactic. In medicine, we are not a boom. But they dressed, hanged, grabbed, added a full ammunition and even honey. Equipment is shredded.
We stand. The clothes are not in size, the weapons talk, the rows are sleepy. But the sergeant eats with his eyes.
And Snegirev with his finger pulls out of the line of the ordinary Polychayev, a thick-walled, terrible size. He takes him to the side, thirty meters and says something. You see, Polychayev lies on the ground and lies real.
The sergeant returns and leads me and another soldier.
and Ragusa. And before us all set a battle task:
Comrades of Fighters! Thirty meters from you, he lies and stands from wounds.
The ordinary slander. Your task is to get to him under the enemy fire.
First aid and removal from the battlefield. Time has passed. Yes, all of your
We take with us. And by the way, Pollock!
Do you think 30 meters is nonsense? And when you have a machine, a counter, anti-gas, and even honey. The inventory? Yes, this fox Ragulin slips ahead, pulling the bearings. The handles at the bearings are rounded with torn rubber, so it is hard to get in the eye!
We didn’t have time to get rid of it, as I got something “tjuk” on my helmet!
The enemy fire. - reports Snegirev, - and the next stone in Ragulin
“Type” This is how it hit us! All the squadrons burned, Herodes, brothers and sisters
by Arms. Some even swallow. Small, but when on the helmet or
In front of the nose is unpleasant. The mouths in the ground, the feeling of
They really burn you.
We get to Polychayev, wet, angry. He lies, holding a paper in his hand. We read: "Penetrative injury in the abdomen, injury and broken arm." Not a resident...
Let us treat him. The bags with the medinventor opened, where what lies like we remember, but will you find it? In a second, everything turned around, everything needed was confused.
The pressure is on him! — whispered Raoul.
What a pressure! Burn on the hand! No is! First the band!
Bint is melting, falling into dirt. It is not sterile! Where is another one! That is the stomach! What to cover?
And Polychayev suddenly started screaming, “Oh, Mommies! Oh save it! It hurts, I am dying!” And not just to scream, but to move hands and get up to scratch.
Lie on! “Ragulin rose up to the ground with his hands. Here he himself
Tagged ‘Tycoon’. Oh you are!! We are both lying on the slopes, around us.
The bullets whisper. He cried out again, “Oh, save me! In the eyes of Mercury!
“Remove your hand, Pete!”
Hold his hand! by Ur Ragulin. Blood will come out!! to
Fuck him! Give him a bandage on the stomach, there penetrating!
and ah. Try a hundred and twenty kilograms of real estate to turn! I am still lying! We push him, a bandage under the back, knee on the ribs. Shoot the fuck!
Same as well. On his armor! The same problem, turn on the side, wear under the back, back. Polychayev stands, my hands tremble, Ragulin doesn’t even whisper anymore. have put. They pulled.
Oh my moms! It is necessary to drag this elephant from cage to cage, so that together at the same time, or otherwise, one of them and not move from place.
And we also have equipment and inventory with us, and you won't get up - the battle is boiling.
Help with your feet! I tell him. Push up, fall down!
I have a contagion! justified by Pollock. And Snegir promised two out.
Go ahead if you see what!
How it was, I do not remember. It’s wet all the way in the boots.
In the eyes of tears, dark circles and three sergeants Snegirev.
Rise up! He commands that. Around the clock, around the clock.
I watched it for 15 minutes, he said.
can not be. At two o’clock they were there... I look forward, from the cage where Polychayev was lying, thirty meters, two races. The border is deep.
Comrades of Fighters! Announced by Snowden. Today, in battle with the enemy, heroically
A soldier was killed!
The squadron walls, presses, faces down. Raoul and I look around.
He was not killed by the enemy. The snow continues. The enemy only wounded him. A is
They got friends, uniforms, combatants, so to speak, associates! Because how
Until they arrived, until they managed, and until they were pulled back. And what
First aid was provided, the healthy would not survive!
He also looks at us. “Everything,” he said, “is clear?”
How much clearer. It is not your finger to bind and not a pill two. This is not a fight...
Everything that was possible, everything that was necessary, was explained to us by Sergeant Snegirev. And not with sleepy lectures, but with a vivid example, for fifteen minutes.

Twenty-two years have passed since that day. Today I am a doctor, I live in another country, I serve in another army. But what I remember well: until the very end of the lesson, all the six months, at no one Snegiriev lesson, none of us fell asleep.
There were people, there were...