FLAG OF THE HOLY MOTHERLAND

   Natasha, perhaps, was more afraid of death to grow old and become ugly. How all this is not aesthetic. And indeed, if we assume that a person is mortal, for the sake of development and progress, then disfiguring people with old age is somehow not from the hand. And where is the aesthetics of the creator? Does he like wrinkled and hunchbacked old women?
   Natasha could not explain it and made a conclusion - God is an invention of people! And in fact there is evolution. And maybe the time will come when a person will develop to such a level that he can also raise the dead! And then those who died in the war will be reborn in the world of bright communism!
   Natasha whispered:
   - May God grant the victory of our atheistic party!
   Svetlana calmed down and fired a third time ... The shell seemed to strike at armor, but again flew past. But the German rider ... Hell, hit!
   The tower shook, a ringing came. Fortunately, sloping armor deflected a shot at the ricochet.
   But the main thing Fritz from still a decent distance managed to please in a fast traveling tank with a small tower. And this means that an experienced tanker sits there, and next time she may not be leading ...
   Angelica automatically inserted the projectile. Svetlana prayed to ... Artemis! Apparently the goddess of the hunt seemed more appropriate in this particular case. And the girl hit her bare foot in a sharp corner. Svetlana noticed in herself that when she gets angry, she shoots better. And ... closed her eyes, relying on intuition ...
   The fourth shot ...
   Natasha whispered softly:
   - Shroud of heaven like a bedspread!
   And Angelica again looking out from behind the hatch, screamed:
   - Similarly, the bull's eye! Hit the tower!
   The shell broke the German tank at the junction. There was a fire and began to break the combat kit. Here the redhead did not quite tactfully notice:
   - Lucky! And only from the fourth time!
   Natasha hurried to fix Angelica:
   - With such a shaking and not bad! With the fourth attempt!
   Svetlana unexpectedly took the side of the redhead:
   - Not! She is right, it was better to get it the first time!
   Zoe began to slow down a little, trying to move the levers as smoothly as possible. Thirty-four slowed down. The tank outwardly looked rather rude, but it showed its effectiveness in practice. The German completely tore off the tower, and the body split from the detonation into two parts.
   But one Fritz still managed to get out of the car, and crouched behind the bushes, pretending to be dead. By order of Natasha, Zoe stopped the tank. Angelica and Svetlana jumped out of thirty-four. The redhead jumped toward the German and, demonstrating her uncommon strength, lifted him with one hand by the collar. However, the fascist was not only short in stature. This is indeed some kind of kid, a child's little face, a thin body, even a mustache has not yet made its way.
   Muscular redhead asked in German:
   "Are you such an underdeveloped dystrophic, or really shack?"
   The boy scared muttered:
    - I do not shket. I am from Jungfolk, I had an internship on a tank!
   Angelica burst out laughing:
   - From Yungfolka? Yes, you, that even fourteen years old no?
   The boy nodded and replied:
   "I'm only eleven!" My uncle took a ride. Do not send me to Siberia! - And the boy whimpered.
   Svetlana, who understood quite well in German, suggested:
   - Maybe let go to their child?
   Angelica fiercely grinned:
   - Let go to your German? Never!
   Honey blonde spotter rationally remarked:
   - If we bring such a shield as a prisoner above us, everyone will make fun!
   Commander Natasha also leaned out and, looking at the boy, remarked:
   - He's kind of skinny. - And the girl asked in German. - Are you really from Jungfolk?
   The boy replied:
   - Yes Milady...
   Natasha logically remarked:
   - If we take it with us, we can send it to a good orphanage. And if you let go to your own, then you look at the child and kill!
   Angelica unexpectedly objected:
   - Where have you seen good orphanages? I myself am an orphanage, and I visited a youngster, and I want to say no difference!
   Svetlana turned to Angelica and roared:
   - you redhead sat on the youngster? I always suspected it!
   Angelica sniffed contemptuously and remarked:
   - Our colony was so active that there were no thieves in it! Type pioneers, but with very strict discipline. I don"t even know a gangster!