I’ve heard so many different stories from diggers, but this story even touched me in some way.
The story itself, I’m posting it as it is, believe it or not — It’s up to you guys to decide:
«I don’t know if I’ll repeat it or not, but I want to put it on. They found such a flask in Gaitolovo. Since St. Petersburg is nearby and Kolomenskaya still exists, they drove «..to », as the cops say. The grandfather opens the door in such an entourage way. We told him …like you Katyshev? I didn’t lose my flask during the war? In general, I cried and remembered my youth. He was the son of a regiment, very young. They sent him for alcohol, there were a lot of flasks and his personal one was entangled in the dugouts. Reached Berlin.»
I don’t even know, after such a spiritual find, you can even raise a couple of counterfeit Swedish five kopecks. Read? History here!
