The Russian Soldiers Arrive
There was a constant movement of the infantry through our village, soldiers and supplies being carted by horse-and-wagon to the front.
The Russian soldier was heavily dressed. He wore a long coat, an extra pair of boots dangling from his shoulders, his cooking utensils hanging from his waistm and a huge pack on his back.
The general mood of the soldiers was jovial, as if they were going on a great adventure. They called out, asking for vodka and cigarettes. But when they saw a girl, their remarks were vile.
