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LeningradSoldiers told similar stories in their letters home: БЂWeБЂ™re horribly hungryБЂ™, wrote one. БЂWe donБЂ™t want to perish from hunger. Some comrades have already been sent to hospital. Some have died. WhatБЂ™s going to happen? What good are deaths like these to the Motherland?БЂ™ БЂWe get weaker every dayБЂ™, wrote another. БЂWe donБЂ™t get any meat or fat, and 300 grams of bread. ThereБЂ™s not a single grain in the soup, no potato, no cabbage БЂ” itБЂ™s just muddy saltwater . . WeБЂ™ve lost a lot of weight БЂ” we look like shadows. We gnaw on oilseed cake, which is being fed to the horses in place of oats. We fill ourselves up with water.БЂ™ A third had had БЂenough of life. Either IБЂ™m going to die of hunger or shoot myself. I canБЂ™t bear it any more.БЂ™8 Vasili Churkin, on the front line just south of Ladoga with his artillery battery, complained that although his fellow soldiers were in some cases almost too weak to stand, a lazy politruk made them build him an extra-comfortable bunker at each new stop, while they slept outside on the snow ...» | Код для вставки книги в блог HTML
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