Текст книги "FLAG OF THE HOLY MOTHERLAND"

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  There are actively deployed reinforcements. Including something beautiful and unique in the grace.

   The company of girls from the special SS battalion "tigress" flew on a Me-323 transport plane to Tunisia. The girls-warriors were all as on selection, young and not yet married. Mostly high sports blondes, the color of the German nation, its blood and juice.

  Two girls honey blonde and fiery-red stand out among other warriors, who are also, by the way, worthy of the catwalk for their beauty and seriousness in their eyes. If all the other warriors were from among relatively experienced fighters who had time to smell gunpowder in France, Russia and the Balkans. But not so much that too much, for the transience of hostilities and not the desire, to send the girls into the thick of it. They had already fought, then the two were very young, almost girls the very last moment, replacing those killed during the air raid. Of course, they were also trained with all the German thoroughness, but such innocent ones were barely sixteen. Real roses thrown in the desert.

  The fiery redhead "tigress" asked her blonde girlfriend:

  "There are many blacks in the British army." They are very rude and cruel, but imagine Magda, what will happen if you are taken prisoner and torture begin?

  Honey blonde calmly replied:

  – I will try not to be captured by Christina, but if, after all, it is the will of God, we will not give the enemy anything!

  Redhead Christina said in a whisper:

  – Rumor has it that a big offensive in the east with Russia will begin soon. And the troops are pulling up, concentrating their forces. No wonder because the army called up so much infantry, the girls say that there are almost no men left in the villages!

  Magda agreed with a sigh.

  – Yes, it would be creepy! To wage war against the Russians: cruel and fanatical, with their endless spaces and harsh winters ... It will be something awful!

  The redhead objected:

  "The Russians could not win, even the tiny Finnish army, and we smashed, the biggest enemy forces!" Under us is the whole of Europe, and Rommel destroys the British in Africa. Why do you think you will lose?

  Magda reluctantly replied:

  "Russians have a large population, and endless spaces." They will swallow too many troops! And if we do not have time to take the capital of Russia before the winter, our soldiers will simply freeze, and the equipment will be upset, and get stuck in snowdrifts, it will be elementary terrible!

  Christine shook her head vigorously.

  – Oh, do not talk about such nasty things, let's better sing some romance. About love...

  Magda, smiling innocently, agreed:

  – Of course, the best sing!

  The girls of the "Tigress" sang with their clear, crystal voices:

  Pearly, trembling hairstyle,

  Worried, my chest trembles!

  I'm a girl like a timid birch tree

  I'm afraid, and move and sigh!

  And what is the fresh wind whispering in your ear?

  The sand crunches under the barefoot ...

  And there is no happier me on the planet

  When I walk with you in the woods!

  Open my favorite big secret

  How the heart managed to bewitch!

  But is your face so sad?

  On the forehead passed the wrinkles of the finest thread! I am a young man with anguish responds;

  For a long time to part with you war!

  To find us a place in the forests of paradise,

  Defeated, must into the thick of Satan!

  In response, the slender birch nodded

  You're more to me than a heart friend!

  Although the outcome of the battle may be tearful,

  But God is the shepherd with us!

  Shatter the hell of demons – evil shadows,

  So that the groves bloomed green!

  Stroke my tanned knees

  Tighten up cute hug me!

  And he answered like a maiden as a joke,

  Said by the sound of sprawling branches;

  – And will you wait for me you year dove?

  Strong temptation of hot cranes!

  In response, I told him so strictly

  – I will not stand at the machine stand!

  And to my taste is the road of war,

  I want to fight, vicious win!

  Came to the point – cut down the branches-braids,

  I was given a new disc with a machine!

  Though the herbs are crying like pearls of dew,

  Why innocence – became like a soldier!

  Then, that Motherland is more precious to me,

  Homeland above the stars is burning in the soul!

  Not the same gut that bart on the bed,

  And spend the night with a rifle in a hut!

  Victory will come, I believe in this holy

  After all, our business is always right!

  Well, smile more cheerful guys,

  Waiting for us, believe good fortune!

  The whole family sang with them, while the girls shook their heads and clapped their palms. But then their idyll was interrupted, the siren howled and English planes appeared in the sky! The Spitfires tried to attack the supply caravan. ME-109 from the convoy of escort bravely rushed to meet them. Fire-red Christine even jumped for joy:

  – Here it begins the battle in the air! It'll be cool!

  Magda excitedly confirmed:

  – Now ours, they will succumb!

  The English Spitfires were eighteen, and the German Messers were fifteen, not much difference. They scored machine gun bursts and aircraft guns. Christine chuckling, pointed finger:

  – Look at how our our thresh! Beauty!

  Magda philosophically spoken:

  – In a fight, not the strongest will win, but the meanest will win enough to provoke her, and not get involved himself!

  – War is a competition where everyone is disqualified before the start! – supported Christina.

  He from the English "Spitfire" has already caught fire, and began to fall, after him began to fall and the German ... The battle began to flare up with even greater bitterness. The British planes had machine gun armament, and the Germans had guns in one 20-millimeter one piece, the other as many as three 20-millimeter guns, but such machines had only two ... Speed characteristics and maneuverability are almost the same, perhaps even the ME-109 even he weighs less and turns faster. But the British are not so simple, so three of their fighters rushed to the transport, not paying attention to the cover fire. Inside the tigress girls screamed:

  – Come on guys do not miss! Forced light fire!

  Redhead Christina will scream:

  – Powerr! Foerr!

  Me-323 is a huge transport capable of carrying up to 200 people landing, it has six machine guns of defensive weapons. They are located in the "hedgehog" system and start scribbling ... Fighters are firing, and large-caliber bullets pierce the skin and pierce the coating. Female warriors bounce, while squealing like pigs:

  "The lion bitch."

  One of the girls hooked and she convulses. A girl doctor jumps up to her and immediately states:

  – struck through! – And makes her dressing. – That calms down and tries to keep groans. But then the Messerschmit comes to the English fighter in the rear, accurate shots and it lights up and falls. Tiger girls roar:

  – Wonderful! This is our boyfriend!

  At this point, the machine gunner covering the fuselage (and this is a man) falls pierced through the bullet. Magda rushes like lightning, clings to the wire and falls, her boots fly off. A young girl flickering bare, pink heels in a pair of jumps through knocked-down bodies, jumps to the machine gun and presses the trigger. Lead is spat out of the barrel and the Spitfire loses control, begins to collapse into a tailspin.

  Tigress girls scream enthusiastically, and chant:

  – Puck! Washer! Germany vs Britain two-zero!

  Magda, however, did not have time to bring down the second fighter, it was destroyed by German pilots. Air battles were fleeting, and having lost more than half of the fighters, the British fled. The score was 11 against 3 in favor of the Germans. The girls shouted in response, so joyfully and shook hands with each other. The blonde Magda, who was not taken aback, and praised the first shot down plane, her victim, was also praised! The girl flushed with great excitement and muttered:

  – Yes, I did not remember myself! Was it something like that? It is already unthinkable! I am in a trance ...

  Christine with a displeased grin murmured:

  – But I myself can not forgive the delay. So just took when braked!

  Company Commander Margaret Consoled Christine:

  – There is still so much fighting! Here it is Africa!

  Kristina giggled and cut off:

  – Small children are not for nothing, do not go children to Africa for a walk! In Africa there are sharks, in Africa there are gorillas, and in Africa there are big crocodiles! But the Great Reich; told us – do not drift!

  All the tigress girls laughed in unison. How cool it was ...

  The capital of Tunisia, also bears the name, Tunisia it houses the main base of the Nazis in Africa. Germany"s main ally: Mussolini entered World War II only on June 17, five days before the capitulation of France. He wanted to "win", or rather kick, an already defeated enemy in order to gain considerable territorial gains. Well, in the case of the failure of Germany, to open the second southern front against the Third Reich! The Italian army acted, not very successfully and in spite of the overwhelming numerical superiority, was able, at the cost of enormous losses, to advance only a few kilometers. But so Mussolini did not particularly successfully entered the war. In the future, the Italians fought very poorly. Bits in Greece, despite their numerical superiority, in Ethiopia, having almost five times more power than the British, and in Libya, having lost almost the entire territory from the already started developing oil wells.

  But Rommel, a young general who joined the Nazi party, even before Hitler came to power, struck the strongest counterstrike against the British. And he began the offensive even before the transfer of the main forces having only ten tanks and fifty disguised as a truck tank. Prompt throw, was captured by the best British general Calico, and almost all of Libya returned under the control of the Nazis. However, the well-fortified fortress Tolbuk, so ineptly surrendered by the Italians, still holds! Rommel has only two hundred tanks, all T-1 and T-2, that is, light, and another two hundred Italian are generally machine gun wedges weighing 2.7 tons. Of course, with such forces it is difficult to fight with Matilda: having a frontal armor of 78 – millimeters and 70 – millimeter "Cromwell". While the front is temporarily stabilized, both sides are accumulating strength ...

  This was followed by a relatively successful English offensive. The Germans retreated, thirty thousand Italians were taken prisoner. Then Rommel, taking advantage of the concentration of the English forces, struck a series of blows. Resulting in Tolbuk conquered. And new successes have been achieved.

  The SS company landed at the airport and, immediately, hot African air blew on them. Still summer, June and Africa! The girls, however, tried to fasten and did not show that they were hot. And then Margaret ordered:

  – Make a march throw across the desert! And at the same time we will test sunscreens, jump in swimsuits!

  The tigress girls frowned in disgust: they were experimenting again with them. Although of course in a bathing suit in such a heat is much nicer than a uniform, and even body armor, which can also be made to wear.

  The girls quickly dressed in a bathing suit, painted to match the color of the desert, began to smear with a protective cream, which, by the way, should also help them tan faster. Magda helped Christine smear, and ta Magda. Redhead noticed:

  "These are still what Tunisia, on the outskirts of a slum, only in the center of fifty stone houses and a dozen mosques. I've read fairy tales and expected to see the Arabs magnificent palaces with a fountain and gardens!

  Magda answered with a sigh:

  – Alas, if in our world it was like a fairy tale! Christina continued:

  – But man is smart, progress is nice! Though it seems, the Lord forgot it!

  Left alone bathing suits, and slightly before applying the cream rinsed in cool water, the girls-beauties experienced some relief. If the plane itself was still not so hot, then at the airport and the city is just hell. True, other tigresses have already managed to make war in Greece, where April is warm, but still not as in Africa in summer.

  After the shower, the girls were in leather slaps, but Margaret ordered:

  – Pick up another cream and thoroughly lubricate the soles! You will march through the desert barefoot! What is blinking – understand, so proceed.

  Tigress girls smeared their graceful feet of bare, girlish feet, without much enthusiasm. After all, the sand of the Sahara is an almost red-hot frying pan. True, it is still close to the coast, and grassy meadows often fall. But run bare soles over stones, gravel, sand, that heated the African Sun? This is generally wild!

  However, girls-tigresses are not so sissy, the elite training program includes forced marches for girls from the Women's German Union, and also often barefoot, and cross-country terrain. So that warriors do not argue!

   Generally for fascist Germany character, craving for various experiments. Hitler is an ardent admirer of Nietzsche"s theory of the superman, or the man of the future. It must be stronger, faster, clever and cruel than modern people. A true German soldier must be: strong, fast, hardened – because he is Aryan! But the Aryans, who give birth to the heroes, must themselves be warriors, and force should be brought up! Therefore, the most well-trained girls are hard trained, hardened, raised! So their kind, genetically gifted beauties, must undergo extreme hardening in African deserts: to prove that an Aryan and Aryan have all the tests and not the barrier that the Third Reich cannot take that barrier!

  And so the company, leaving the military camp, runs along the narrow, rocky fishing rods of Tunisia.

  Bare girlish heels prick black, sharp pebbles of the road, and cruelly bake. But the lubricant does so slightly soften the burns, and when you run fast, it does not bake so much, although the sun has passed for noon and the temperature is maximum. However, the grimy Arab kids are shrinking, little black heels, without any cream and do not even frown. It can be seen stuffed his calluses on the soles. On almost naked girls in bathing suits, and with developed muscular bodies, Arab men look; open-mouthed, and women are quickly distributed to the sides, even more wrapped in a black veil.

  And the muscular tigress girls are running; holding on his shoulder machines and each backpack with supplies and grenades. And this is a total of twenty kilograms ... Even if we take into account that the girls were picked up physically strong, and not the first year of training in Spartan conditions, it is still weight, especially if the heat is over fifty degrees in the shade, and you need to overcome the marathon distance.

  Magda runs, trying to breathe as best as possible, so that she can have enough strength for a long time. Although she didn"t have lived too much, her last eight years, she spent in a special school for children of the genetic elite. But this does not mean that they lived in comfortable conditions. On the contrary, getting up at five in the morning, pouring ice-cold showers, hard charging, an hour-long run and then a couple of hours of work. Then study, before dinner, again training, including combat sparring. Military training, study, training, up to ten hours, then hang up. Fed, however, not bad, but the meat was not given, vegetables, fruits, fish, pastries and sweets, only on the Fuhrer's birthday, Christmas and May 1. There is practically no free time, everything is strictly regulated ... Of them, people of the future were prepared who were to rule the Earth. Himmler himself the head of the SS kept under control a similar program.

  What did Magda think about fascists and Hitler? That is what they were taught that Hitler is the greatest genius of all times and peoples, invincible commander and future ruler of the Earth. And just like the first Aryan Jesus Christ, the vicar of the Most High God who commanded to conquer this and other cosmic worlds!

  And indeed Germany won, and the faith in the Fuhrer grew stronger! But now, she is actually at war. They are running, brown from the grease of the girls in the desert, bare feet hardening a mixture of sand and gravel, and already growing fatigue is beginning to be felt; pain in the calves, back, and dry mouth. But she is a true Aryan, and she will never break! Rather, let her heart burst, than she will surrender. And not the first time Magda, here to run. I remember they made a march through the mountains.

   Barefoot, girl Magda with a submachine gun on her shoulder, ran along the sharp stones of the pass, completely cutting off the soles, so blood stains remained on the stones, but about It was necessary to start from something in order to pass to the end of the test and to believe in the future Victory! And not Germany: she doesn"t doubt that, but victories over herself!

  Already it becomes easier, and a second wind opens in the trained lungs ... The sun is already declining towards the sunset and the suffocating heat recedes. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, but retreating!

  Redhead Christina also suffers, but attached. She and Magda were old friends, even the beds in the girl"s barracks were next to them. Often they sparred with each other. Two friends deprived of childhood and matured early. However, life is a struggle, an eternal struggle. And perhaps the greatest tragedy for humanity and for each individual person will be when there is nothing to fight for!

  For the first time, Christine saw Hitler at a rally; when she herself was only five years old or even a little less. Then he was not yet the Fuhrer of Great Germany, but just one of the opposition politicians. But in something felt, something special: the inexpressible charisma of this leader, with a small mustache! What exactly the future Führer was talking about, Christine did not remember. Adolf Hitler spoke very emotionally, energetically swinging his fists, often saying the words: Great Germany, valor, honor, chivalry, strength, dignity! And the whole crowd just growled in indescribable delight. And what was the applause. And even then Christine realized that God was incarnate before her!

  So she remembered that day! Her parents adored the Fuhrer, long before Hitler came to power. They joined the party in the late twenties, when the chances of the Nazis to come to power seemed slim, and the Nazis scored two to three percent of the vote! Well, well, the Führer was already then a Führer and a true leader! But it took a brutal crisis that shook the foundations of society to the ground, so that Germany would find its leader in it. The girl grew up in the harsh conditions of an elite barracks, where she spent eight years, but never in her heart hated the Fuhrer.

  Even when she and other girlfriends were cruelly flogged with wide belts (so as not to cut the skin!), Or sent to a punishment cell, where they had to push the wheel in front of them. The punishment invented in the SS is also sophisticated. You spin the wheels, and the body is stuck with sensors, of which it beats the current. The faster you twist it, the weaker the electricity, and when you slow down more. A kind of mixture of punishment for misconduct and physical training. They were tempered and trained in the style of ancient Sparta, which was admired by Hitler and his chief policeman, and the executioner of the Third Reich Himmler!

  As the Führer said: "A German boy must, from childhood, endure beatings and get used to cruelty!" Well, Himmler spread the same thesis to the girls! So he liked to quote Nietzsche – cruelty, cruelty, and once again cruelty cementing the nation!

  A distance of fifty or even a little more than kilometers has already been covered, an enormous load in this heat and with a load for such little girls. Magda, Christina no longer felt their bodies, they ran like somnambulists, feeling something tearing muscles, and a dull pain in the head. But now comes the command:

  – Go to step! For the first time enough!

  The girls are slowing down and are already walking fast. Heels start to itch, even stronger. Magda whispered to Christine:

  – From hell to purgatory!

  A friend did not agree:

  – From purgatory to paradise!

  The stony ground is over and the bare, exhausted legs of the girls enter the soft, emerald grass. Magda exclaimed:

  – And how bliss, after torture with prickly stones, and the burning sands of the desert, walk like a velvet natural carpet!

  This time Christina willingly agreed:

  – Of course, this is really paradise! After such a harsh march! But I think it will be even harder.

  When the tigress girls finally came to the landing, Margaret stopped them and ordered them to lie on their backs. She rudely felt the top ten female footprints and said with obvious satisfaction:

  – Charming! And the skin does not peel off, and there are no blisters on the sole. And even the heels are not dusty, they remain pink, as if you just left the bath! – She grew up Margaret, paused, and suddenly with a speed of lightning threw a dagger. The blade flashed like a sun-bunny as a schoolboy from the mirror, and the point nailed a large, black scorpion. The voice of the SS officer became rougher, and the beautiful features of the girl's face hardened. – Tomorrow we will run from morning to evening. What crooked faces – are you Aryans or not? If so, we must endure those who fall, we will shoot on the spot! On the first, second, calculate.

  After the recalculation, the girls were still forced to do push-ups, and to press, and then mercifully sent to bed. While you can relax.

   Magda dreamed that she fought in the Germanic horde, against the Roman legions. In a rage, the girls are attacking the warriors of Rome. Female warriors only slightly covered breasts with plates, and thighs with loincloths he suffocates of pressure and splashing, of swift swords swinging. And the Roman soldiers, hacked into pieces, with felled heads, fall.

  Magda screams at the top of her mouth:

  – I'll be the champion!

  Her sweeping sweeps, slanting movements are irresistible. Here falls a Roman centurion struck with a sword. Magda shouted deafeningly:

  – Evil spirit – go to hell!

  The girl dodges the swing of the sword, and kicks in the groin. The enemy falls. And the beauty bellows:

  – My true in language!

  That falls roman flag cut down by Christina. Girls trample him with their bare, slightly dusty feet. Graceful traces are left on the canvas.

  And overlap the ranks of the Romans. The warriors fall, and the girls scream at all times:

  – Puck! Washer!

  Magda received a heavy blow with a sword and flew back. She was attacked by a mighty legionary. The girl struggled to fight off his long weapon. The blonde, slightly receding, made the opponent miss. He roared like a buffalo. Made a wide scope. And the edge of Magda"s sword, for a moment, beating the burglar, plunged into his throat.

  The whale, as if thrown to the ground, threw a fountain of blood and began to collapse.

  Magda grinned and roared:

  – This is how tigresses fight!

  Then I chirped:

  "That means the war is going on ... The bad aunt and the bitch is she!" – The girl jumped, played the turntable in a jump, knocked out the Roman and continued singing. "But without her, it's so boring on Earth." Battles affectionately found in a dream!

  The girl was hacked by the Romans, cramped on legionaries. The warriors fell, and the warriors fell down with them. There was an offensive of the German maiden army. Christina struck the opponent's heel in the bridge of her nose, and broke it, forcing her to let a trickle of blood. The girl chirped:

  – We are warriors of Attila! And very nice!

  The first legion of the Romans was almost completely interrupted. His remnants fled. But two more selected legions joined the battle. The girls flew darts, and the warriors began to suffer losses. But still, with fierce fury, they pounced on the Romans. Those used the construction of "turtle" and literally shook under the girl's onslaught.

  Magda picked up the blade of the tortoise and snarled:

  – I am a warrior of light! Warrior of snow and wind!

  She managed to cut off a brush to a Roman soldier, a dart landed in it. The girl hissed:

  – It will only make you worse!

  Warriors, stumbled upon a turtle, slightly confused. But the fighting spirit of the beauties did not die out at all. But they resorted to tactical deception. They rushed to run, flickering with bare heels. And counting on the fact that the Romans will rush to pursue them.

  So it happened. The enraged warriors of the empire threw after them. In addition, the sweaty girlish bodies too shone seductively for the legionaries who were hungry to caress. But it was just a tricky trap. The girls easily jumped over the stakes, and when the Romans ran heavily, the stakes rose and sank into their chests.

  . CHAPTER number 3.

  Oleg woke up, finding himself in a broad meadow. Next to him lay Margarita. Although the children did not receive any burns or any other injuries, they still felt dizzy. The boy-wunderkind sat down and in order to appease the pain in his head he tried to meditate ... Immediately there was an idea about the time where he pleased ...

  The end of June 1942 ... There is a temporary lull on the fronts, only Meinstein storms Sevastopol. The Germans abandoned the offensive, and accumulate power. Battles take place in Egypt, where parts of Rommel gain one victory after another.

  And they were somewhere in the German rear. Stupid of course. Now, however, the very top of the summer is hot ...

  She woke up and Margarita. The girl was up, jumped up, but then sat down, too, dizzy. So they sat back to back. Something, reminding Alice and Pashka from the works of Cyrus Bulychev. Unfortunately, this classic died before it became fashionable to send popadans to the Second World War. Otherwise, surely there would appear a work in which Alice her friends would fight the Germans.

  Oleg from these thoughts was fun, and the boy burst out laughing. But my head was spinning with laughter. The boy suggested to Margarita:

  – Let's try while the sun has a little sleep. And then we'll see ...

  The girl agreed:

  – God will give the day! God will give food!

  Oleg lay down on the mugs and almost immediately fell asleep ... He dreamed of a wolf's den and a fascist sit-in.

  Fascist Germany, the capital of Berlin, the building of the imperial office. A low-spirited man with a small mustache and cold eyes of a piranha nervously paces through the luxurious cabinet. No one else in the history of mankind has ever caused such strong emotions. Nobody hated so fiercely, and so ardently loved. A person or even a beast that shook the entire planet, which many considered to be the antichrist or the devil in the flesh. The one who has achieved unprecedented success and even more amazing defeats. The torch eclipsed all its predecessors and scattered into dead ashes. In the spacious office hang portraits, Frederick the Great, knight-emperor Barbarossa, Bismarck, several German Kaisers, Charlemagne, and a large unfolded map of the world. On it all countries are lined with semiprecious mosaic, and the Third Reich itself is rubies. The USSR on the map is a brown color from selected amber. The nervous man stopped and poked his fingers in the chest, a tall, fat dork with Marshal's epaulets and a hog face.

  – You're Herman just fat beast! Because of your miscalculations, it was not possible to break the spine, the British shabby lion. Now he snaps and pushes our allies to the Italians. But the most important thing is still to come!

  The face of Hermann Göring, despite the threatening tirade of the Fuhrer, remained complacent and dull, he replied in a languid voice:

  – Our pilots showed miracles of heroism and valor. Aces fought like lions, showing the superiority of our aircraft over the British. New fighters Messerschmitt-109 modification "G", have no equal in the totality of combat indicators not with one aircraft of the world.

  The Fuhrer twisted his nose and asked:

  – And the characteristics?

  Herman happily answered:

  – Three air cannons in 20-millimeters and two machine guns in 13-millimeters. This machine is superior to the Soviet counterparts. In Russians, only MIG-3 has five fire points, and then they are all machine guns.

  The Fuhrer softened a bit:

  – Well, the new fighter will help us seize air supremacy. But this is little goering. More promising is Focke-Wulf with six fire points and especially ME-309.

  Herman sighed heavily and answered with some reluctance:

  – The last car will be ready by the end of the year. There will be seven fire points at once in it, three of them are the newest 30-millimeter cannons. In addition, Tank has already begun to develop the TA-152 which will be the evolution of Focke-Wulf. With powerful weapons and armor, but with great flight characteristics ...

  The Fuhrer relaxed ... Then he made a gesture to the servant. She poured the number one chocolate milkshake to the fascist. Hitler took a little sip, and suddenly as a splash in the face of the Reichsmarshal.

  Goring gurgled like a busted tire in the depths of a river. Milk mixed with chocolate flowed over his fat face. The fat man mechanically licked him and hoarse:

  "Oh my Führer, how fair you are!"

  Hitler asked Nazi number two with interest:

  "And when will our troops be in Alexandria?"

  Goring scratched his ear a little and answered uncertainly:

  – I think soon my Fuhrer! Rommel is getting more and more new reinforcements, which means the victory is near!

  Fascist number one burst out laughing ...

  A short man with a monkey yellow face squeaked subtly:

  – Do you hope you are satisfied with my lie?

  Hitler strongly replied:

  – In war, lies, like poisonous gases, only not one respirator will not save! Slander pierces armor rather than a shell, and blows the head off steeper shrapnel! This is your task Goebbels, incite one Soviet people to another! Let the muses charge the guns!