Given the humbly plaintive tone of a one-armed veteran as he begins the film looking for someone, who would imagine his willful nature were it not for the retrospection of the plot in the flesh of his circumstances? You just have to record the past, a few words are enough to take us there. We then see Levchuk transported to the Pervomaisky brigade on a cart with the wounded Tikhonov and someone else, grumbling about his damned right arm wound made at Long Grid; madman who dared to make plans while in a trench, and rants about the changes and his luck, and because his superior assigned him Klav…
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