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Яков Шафирович. Letters from the North. War at the Arctic Circle, 1941 – 1944
Foreword to the English Edition
Foreword to the Russian Edition
Part 1: Hello, North (May – August 1941) We are going to build something. Hermits. Wheels knock. Murmansk. Oh, and they flew from the embankment. NKVD camp and Polish officers. The 22nd of June. Retreat and planes. Kandalaksha. No, forge the front here
Part 2: The first battles (September 1941 – February 1942) On the front line. The death of friends. School for junior commanders. I am becoming a ski lover. Bathhouse and wood grouse. I am again in my unit. Red ball with yellow-red rays. We are all hungry for the offensive! Shells have already entered the daily routine
Part 3: Hospital (April – June 1942) I seriously bothered Hitler with my existence. Arkhangelsk. Everyone calls me “son.”
Part 4: Fierceness (June – December 1942) I met my birthday sitting with a telephone handset and adjusting artillery fire. Until further notice. I am again among my front-line friends. Hiking and fighting. Medal. Rest House
Part 5: A hospital again (January – March 1943) So, I got hooked! Kirovsk. Vasya. Arkhangelsk. Old acquaintances
Part 6: The end is still far away (April 1943 – June 1944) I go back to my friends. May Day under a spruce. At the “resort.” Hikes. Khalturin is a hole without theaters and anything else. Greetings from an eternal student, a failed field marshal. Pyatunin. Snow pit with a stove. A hut made of raincoats. I’m building a dugout for myself. Moose and Karelian lemonade
Part 7: And a hospital once again (August – November 1944) The Svir River. Offensive. And so I felt that I was hit on the left side. Petrozavodsk. Tikhvin. My belly withstands taking three meals in a row. X-ray. To home!
Appendix: Letters from other people
