20 December 2010. Thunder, late afternoon downpour... This morning, sun and clouds...more rain...
Siberian visions. A fairy queen, land east of the Urals. Rivers almost without names, each one longer than the Volga...
Denisov and his partisan band. Petya's arrival, unannounced... A message from the general in a rain-soaked envelope... Trousers rolled up over his boots, wide face, lively eyes...
"Nash Platún..."
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