One day in a partisan bunker

Some Russian folk songs are floating from Moscow over the radio waves to our new bunker. Melancholic, slow and heavy. You feel something sorrowful in them that even hurts your heart... I cannot listen to them with a calm heart and every time I hear them, the wounds in my heart are renewed. God, how close these songs are to You and how far away our whole life is...

Our new bunker is quite large (2.3x3.3 m), but cold. I wonder if it will be as cold as the hole we had at Kytra's. I had to shiver all last winter. And now, I think I see, like me; Rimvydas and Vanagas, landing in the bunker.

The last few days have been really hard. The weather is extremely bad. It's raining and there's mud everywhere. This is the best test of my willpower. I went to Banadas. There I found Vieversis, Kapsas and another newcomer who decided to work with us. With them we moved all our things about 30 km. We all got tired. It's a great start for our newcomers!

I found the lightning when I returned. He blew up the entire garrison of the town of Onuškis, who was traveling in a truck near Onuškis - a total of 19 people. He took 2 machine guns, 10 machine guns, 5 assault rifles and 5 pistols. Everyone armed themselves from head to toe. But there are also disasters: Vycka's (Viesulas) brother Balandis and someone I don't know recently died. Burokas was away somewhere and escaped death. The strangest thing is that the bunker was caught at night. Apparently, someone started it. All three shot themselves with pistols. An everyday story. Vycka is superficially calm. Who knows what's going on inside him.

I'm starting to shiver. It's freezing cold. My feet are completely soaked. Meanwhile, in the old bunker where we temporarily lived, it was extremely stuffy, like a real hell. The bunker is small, and there were seven of us living in it. There's no room to turn around. It's full of dirt and fleas. The fleas didn't let me sleep for several days. Then I got used to it - fatigue won out and I slept like a dead man. I even start to wonder if there could be anything worse in hell. Today, for example, I'm walking with Elm through the forest. It's a dark and rainy autumn night, and we, carrying all sorts of things, are slogging through the mud with our holey boots. If this misery doesn't kill me, I'll get a lot out of it. Well, but it's just a small thing, so that we can continue. We have the manpower.

There are Russians everywhere in the forest today. Apparently they are afraid that they will disrupt the October holidays.