ovako, poceo sam da radim pre dosta vremena na jednoj noveli, ali se ispostailo da je nemoguce doci do gradje koja mi treba. tj, veoma tesko, bar iz srbije. pa sam digao ruke na neko vrema.
e, onda sam osetio poriv opet, gledajuci neke literarne siteove, pa sam poceo da pisem kratke pricice, manje vise spin offove moje prve ideje i na engleskom.
evo vam neke od njih. nemam naslove za vecinu, susestije su dobrodosle.
svi dogadjaji i vecina osoba su utemeljeni na istorijskim "cinjenicama".
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" Who do we have here?"
" Seven of Kaminskys' men and four Germans, comrade Commissar".
" What? Kaminskys'? Russian or Ukrainians?"
" Russian comrade Commissar, all of them".
" Any officers among them?"
" One comrade Commissar".
" Good. Good. Take him to Nevski. Shoot the rest. No. Wait…. wait….. Take them all to Nevski first. Yes. Take them all."
" Yes comrade Commissar, take all to Nevski. Understood".
" The Germans, do we know anything?"
" They said nothing so far comrade Commissar. They have destroyed their documents and all of their insignia".
" What? All of it?"
" Yes comrade Commissar; even the ranks and markings of their uniforms!"
" Well, than… destroyed all means of identification AND taken prisoner with Kaminskys criminals… They are either Dirlewangers animals or those… what was the damn word… Einsatz… Einsatz something… kommando, gruppen…Einsatzgruppen, yes. Nebes' murderers…"
" Yes comrade Commissar?"
" What?"
" I men, what should i do with them, comrade Commissar?"
" Yes, yes… i am thinking… What about their gear, weapons? Anything out of the ordinary?"
" Not particularly comrade Commissar; three rifles, one machine pistol. Ours, by the way…. Knives. That's it."
" Nothing. Well… fine! Take them all to Nevski than. And everything they had on them or that you found on the site. Send a few men to search the arrest site again, thoroughly this time, maybe you missed something, something they didn't get the chance to destroy. NKVD will send their own squad for sure, but do it any way. Secure the site. Civilians that have survived, even so few, will surely get there as well, if for nothing more than a dropped spoon. They loot everything. So… yes. Go. Prisoners to Nevski, secure the site, give anything you might find to NKVD."
" Yes comrade Commissar, understood!"
Commissar Valeriy Yusupovich has taken his pipe apart and now was cleaning it meticulously.It was difficult to acquire good tobacco, if any at all, and it couldn't be wasted. Mustn't. What a bloody day. He had to shoot two of their own soldiers this morning, when they ambushed the remains of a German tank battalion. Engineers. They panicked and started to run when one of the Tigers broke through their line. Engineers were not antitank crew nor infantry, he knew that and understood; however, that made no difference under the given circumstances. Discipline can not be jeopardized under any excuse. Never. He, on the other hand, felt horribly enough for doing it. And now these Russian traitors… RONA… Well… As soon as Nevski squeezes all he can out of them…." I'll strap them to the tanks!! Give Anton Ivanovich some extra armor! Ha!!!" He assembled the pipe satisfied with the results, and even more with his tank idea. He stepped out, into the misty evening, guard by the door straightening up instantly. Commissar walked across the ankle deep mud that was, perhaps, a street, dragging his feet over the ridges of deep tank tracks careful not to lose his boots. He ripped some burning straw off the roof of a low, charred house and lit his pipe. All around him men were putting out the flames, or at least trying to. Most of the village was ablaze when they moved in and caught these Russian and German swines. Passing by another house, this one only smoking and smoldering as the fire has consumed everything flammable, he saw some bodies through a collapsed wall. Four, no five of them, carbonized. All by the door and windows… Probably locked in there alive… He felt incredibly tired and old, standing there a bit hunched, watching the soldiers and a few surviving villagers as they run around the place, more or less helpless. After the second burning house collapsed, he left and went to Nevskis' quarters to see what is going on…
The world exploded over and through his senses, dim and cold. He gasped for air, swallowing it, coughing.
" Rogoza…." A thought tried to formulate in his mind… " Rogoza`… Viktor!"… a lot louder now… " my name…" he realized. A heavy slap across his face and a sharp, burning pain from where his left ear used to be until recently.
" Rogoza, whores' son, look at me!" He did. NKVD officer. Short, solid, thick dark mustache. One younger stood behind him, a little to the right, a metal bucket in his hands.
He was stretched on the floor, on his back; all limbs bound. Apparently he was tied inside of an upturned table. Water pooled around and underneath him, dark with his blood. He was soaked through, and the water was freezing.
" Rogoza, where are Kaminskys forces now?"
" I told you".
" I don't believe what you said. So I'm asking you again. Where are your headquarters? Where are your outposts?"
" I told you…" He did. Halfway through his right fist, he told them everything they asked. He could turn his head enough, but was terrified of what it might look like. It didn't hurt so bad right now; all the different pains have solidified into a huge, throbbing pulse. NKVD officer was at his desk, writing something while standing.
" Rogoza, how many of you were here before we came?" Again. He answered that question as well…
" Twenty six. And five Germans".
" Where are they now?"
" I don't know. We spread when the attack begun. Took positions in the houses that weren't burning. I don't know what happened to the others later… A tank shell hit our shelter, and i passed out."
" Where is your rally point?"
" Nowhere…"
The officer nodded sharply and the young one stepped savagely on his crippled fist.
He screamed.
The soldier kicked him in the face. Everything floated away from him again.
" Comrade Nevski, commissar Yusupovich is here to see you. Should i let him in?"
" Yes".
…..………….
" Comrade Nevski! Good to see you are still in one piece!"
" Still am Valeriy, still am. What can i do for you?"
" I came to see this filth. There are a couple of houses out there full of people. Burned alive by the look of it".
" Yes, i am aware of that Valeriy. I am aware. We are working on them. You know i will have to ask you to leave when we resume our interrogation?'
" I know, I know… Just… Some of our soldiers out there are… aggravated. Very. I would suggest you give them a few of these bastards. When you are through with them, that is… A few that are not important to your work."
" Can't you and their unit commanders keep them disciplined!?"
" We can. But it would make it a lot easier."
" … I will send the ones that we can spare."
" Rogoza…"
More water.
" Rogoza what were those Germans doing here?"…" Rogoza! Look at me son of a whore! The Germans?!"
" Fighting bandits… partizans…. they were a … special support…"
" Special support? What does that mean exactly? They've been doing what Rogoza?"
" They helped us… with organization…"
" What unit were they a part of? What detachment?"
" I don't know…"
Nod.
The young soldier leaned over him and began to cut off another one of his fingers.
e, onda sam osetio poriv opet, gledajuci neke literarne siteove, pa sam poceo da pisem kratke pricice, manje vise spin offove moje prve ideje i na engleskom.
evo vam neke od njih. nemam naslove za vecinu, susestije su dobrodosle.
svi dogadjaji i vecina osoba su utemeljeni na istorijskim "cinjenicama".
NO TITLE..…..
" Who do we have here?"
" Seven of Kaminskys' men and four Germans, comrade Commissar".
" What? Kaminskys'? Russian or Ukrainians?"
" Russian comrade Commissar, all of them".
" Any officers among them?"
" One comrade Commissar".
" Good. Good. Take him to Nevski. Shoot the rest. No. Wait…. wait….. Take them all to Nevski first. Yes. Take them all."
" Yes comrade Commissar, take all to Nevski. Understood".
" The Germans, do we know anything?"
" They said nothing so far comrade Commissar. They have destroyed their documents and all of their insignia".
" What? All of it?"
" Yes comrade Commissar; even the ranks and markings of their uniforms!"
" Well, than… destroyed all means of identification AND taken prisoner with Kaminskys criminals… They are either Dirlewangers animals or those… what was the damn word… Einsatz… Einsatz something… kommando, gruppen…Einsatzgruppen, yes. Nebes' murderers…"
" Yes comrade Commissar?"
" What?"
" I men, what should i do with them, comrade Commissar?"
" Yes, yes… i am thinking… What about their gear, weapons? Anything out of the ordinary?"
" Not particularly comrade Commissar; three rifles, one machine pistol. Ours, by the way…. Knives. That's it."
" Nothing. Well… fine! Take them all to Nevski than. And everything they had on them or that you found on the site. Send a few men to search the arrest site again, thoroughly this time, maybe you missed something, something they didn't get the chance to destroy. NKVD will send their own squad for sure, but do it any way. Secure the site. Civilians that have survived, even so few, will surely get there as well, if for nothing more than a dropped spoon. They loot everything. So… yes. Go. Prisoners to Nevski, secure the site, give anything you might find to NKVD."
" Yes comrade Commissar, understood!"
Commissar Valeriy Yusupovich has taken his pipe apart and now was cleaning it meticulously.It was difficult to acquire good tobacco, if any at all, and it couldn't be wasted. Mustn't. What a bloody day. He had to shoot two of their own soldiers this morning, when they ambushed the remains of a German tank battalion. Engineers. They panicked and started to run when one of the Tigers broke through their line. Engineers were not antitank crew nor infantry, he knew that and understood; however, that made no difference under the given circumstances. Discipline can not be jeopardized under any excuse. Never. He, on the other hand, felt horribly enough for doing it. And now these Russian traitors… RONA… Well… As soon as Nevski squeezes all he can out of them…." I'll strap them to the tanks!! Give Anton Ivanovich some extra armor! Ha!!!" He assembled the pipe satisfied with the results, and even more with his tank idea. He stepped out, into the misty evening, guard by the door straightening up instantly. Commissar walked across the ankle deep mud that was, perhaps, a street, dragging his feet over the ridges of deep tank tracks careful not to lose his boots. He ripped some burning straw off the roof of a low, charred house and lit his pipe. All around him men were putting out the flames, or at least trying to. Most of the village was ablaze when they moved in and caught these Russian and German swines. Passing by another house, this one only smoking and smoldering as the fire has consumed everything flammable, he saw some bodies through a collapsed wall. Four, no five of them, carbonized. All by the door and windows… Probably locked in there alive… He felt incredibly tired and old, standing there a bit hunched, watching the soldiers and a few surviving villagers as they run around the place, more or less helpless. After the second burning house collapsed, he left and went to Nevskis' quarters to see what is going on…
The world exploded over and through his senses, dim and cold. He gasped for air, swallowing it, coughing.
" Rogoza…." A thought tried to formulate in his mind… " Rogoza`… Viktor!"… a lot louder now… " my name…" he realized. A heavy slap across his face and a sharp, burning pain from where his left ear used to be until recently.
" Rogoza, whores' son, look at me!" He did. NKVD officer. Short, solid, thick dark mustache. One younger stood behind him, a little to the right, a metal bucket in his hands.
He was stretched on the floor, on his back; all limbs bound. Apparently he was tied inside of an upturned table. Water pooled around and underneath him, dark with his blood. He was soaked through, and the water was freezing.
" Rogoza, where are Kaminskys forces now?"
" I told you".
" I don't believe what you said. So I'm asking you again. Where are your headquarters? Where are your outposts?"
" I told you…" He did. Halfway through his right fist, he told them everything they asked. He could turn his head enough, but was terrified of what it might look like. It didn't hurt so bad right now; all the different pains have solidified into a huge, throbbing pulse. NKVD officer was at his desk, writing something while standing.
" Rogoza, how many of you were here before we came?" Again. He answered that question as well…
" Twenty six. And five Germans".
" Where are they now?"
" I don't know. We spread when the attack begun. Took positions in the houses that weren't burning. I don't know what happened to the others later… A tank shell hit our shelter, and i passed out."
" Where is your rally point?"
" Nowhere…"
The officer nodded sharply and the young one stepped savagely on his crippled fist.
He screamed.
The soldier kicked him in the face. Everything floated away from him again.
" Comrade Nevski, commissar Yusupovich is here to see you. Should i let him in?"
" Yes".
…..………….
" Comrade Nevski! Good to see you are still in one piece!"
" Still am Valeriy, still am. What can i do for you?"
" I came to see this filth. There are a couple of houses out there full of people. Burned alive by the look of it".
" Yes, i am aware of that Valeriy. I am aware. We are working on them. You know i will have to ask you to leave when we resume our interrogation?'
" I know, I know… Just… Some of our soldiers out there are… aggravated. Very. I would suggest you give them a few of these bastards. When you are through with them, that is… A few that are not important to your work."
" Can't you and their unit commanders keep them disciplined!?"
" We can. But it would make it a lot easier."
" … I will send the ones that we can spare."
" Rogoza…"
More water.
" Rogoza what were those Germans doing here?"…" Rogoza! Look at me son of a whore! The Germans?!"
" Fighting bandits… partizans…. they were a … special support…"
" Special support? What does that mean exactly? They've been doing what Rogoza?"
" They helped us… with organization…"
" What unit were they a part of? What detachment?"
" I don't know…"
Nod.
The young soldier leaned over him and began to cut off another one of his fingers.