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Vendetta. Derek Lambert
Читать онлайн.Название Vendetta
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isbn 9780008268497
Автор произведения Derek Lambert
Жанр Приключения: прочее
Издательство HarperCollins
‘What I meant,’ Lanz said, choosing his words with drunken care, ‘was that it was your sort got us into the first war. If that hadn’t happened there wouldn’t have been a Treaty of Versailles. And maybe we would never have heard of this arschloch of a place.’
But the last war was too long ago for argument.
‘Were you a successful thief?’ Meister asked.
‘Watch your wallet,’ Lanz said.
‘They say the Russians have got a division of criminals in the 62nd Army.’
‘The 112th. Beware of them. They won’t get any medals but they’ll survive. Like me.’ Lanz picked up a toy soldier and pocketed it. ‘For my son,’ he said.
‘I didn’t know you were married.’
‘I’m not.’ Lanz slipped another soldier into his pocket. ‘They tell me Antonov has got a nanny too. An old soldier from the Ukraine. Old soldiers, they’re survivors too.’
Meister picked up his field-glasses and peered through a shell-hole in the wall. He saw a woman in black pushing a pram filled with rubble; she was obviously crazy but, Meister wondered, had she been sane before the battle began? He saw a Persian cat picking its way around a crater and the rotting corpse of a Russian soldier smiling at him from beneath a cloud of flies.
He focussed the field-glasses on the fighting. A ragged line of German soldiers was advancing into the smoke. A young officer was urging them forward.
And for a moment it seemed to him that the officer and his men were probing the cordite mists for some truth to which they hadn’t yet been introduced.
The Katyusha that exploded in their midst must have killed them all.
Then a breeze crossed the Volga breaching gaps in the smoke and through one of them Meister saw Antonov.
Antonov, searching for Meister in the vacuum behind the German attack, felt naked as the smoke parted around him.
He looked to his left. A factory of sorts built on a rise, long and squat, roofless and windowless, walls pocked by shells and bullets. Good cover, good vantage …
He threw himself to the ground taking Razin with him. The bullet hit the street lamp at the level where their heads had been. Glancing up, Antonov saw the bright wound in the green-painted metal.
The last thing he noticed before smoke swathed them again was a woman pushing a pram, searching, it occurred to him, for the past.
Back in the tunnel Razin’s rat was waiting for them. Its name was Boris and Razin maintained that it was shell-shocked; it had wandered into the tunnel but, unlike its fellows, had shown no inclination to swim the Volga; instead it had circled the two of them, sitting down from time to time to favour them with a pink-eyed stare. It had impudent whiskers and protruding teeth and at times Antonov felt that Razin was more concerned about its welfare than the outcome of the vendetta with Meister.
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