Specnaz Ego Velichestva

Odna tysyacha devyatsot sorok tretiy god. Gvardii ryadovomu Pavlu Petrovichu Romanovu snyatsya strannye sny, budto by on v starinnyh odezhdah, parike i pri shpage razezzhaet po Evrope, vstrechaetsya s korolyami i printsami, zhdet ne dozhdetsya, kogda «goryacho lyubimaya» mamasha uydet na tot svet, osvobodiv prichitayuschiysya
emu po zakonu prestol Rossiyskoy imperii. A potom prosypaetsya v blindazhe pod SHlisselburgom ot strashnoy golovnoy boli i udushya. V pamyati ostayutsya tolko tsvetnoy ofitserskiy sharf i tyazhelaya tabakerkä I smert.
Da, smert prishla s pryamym popadaniem nemetskogo snaryada tochno v blindazh, no soznanie boytsa Krasnoy armii, kommunista s dovoennym stazhem, byvshego kapitana militsii, razzhalovannogo po lichnoy prosbe marshala Tuhachevskogo, peremestilos v proshloe.
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