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Thus I got to the camp's central hospital. Paramedics with stretchers went to receive a litter patient. But I didn't want to get onto the stretchers and steadily went under my own power: dragging the swollen leg I climbed on all fours to the third floor, the paramedics spitting out the oaths followed and poor Zina's fur jacket solemnly wiggled on the stretchers. |
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