Then I decided to go in the most run-down house, the rest ordered to stay in place. He went to the door quietly, gently knock - no sound, but I hear - soft cry baby. Then I knock insistently. It opens the door toothless little old lady, smiling happily. I Thought - the Germans, saw me and whispers, "Go away, go away!" And trying to close the door, but I slipped a leg. I ask: "Where are the Germans?" He points at his loft. I told her: "You're lying. Herself in the house, but they are in the attic? Give me something to eat, and do not go. " She cut a piece of some black goo from quinoa and feeding, said: "The Germans on the other hand, in a stone house." I'll go to the porch and saw Karginov with his battalion already facing the street inapravlyayutsya to this house. I managed to get them back. They divided the bread, he got only a piece that we swallowed as honey. To what was good!