Part One. Not for heroes Death I Slowly - much slower than I wanted - the world acquired color. Heavy black clouds obscured half of the sky. Here and there flashes were visible, but lightning was not visible, they raged somewhere in the depths of the clouds. There was almost complete calm, only occasionally my face was blown by a rough gust of hot wind. Just about, from a minute to a minute, the blue-black clouds will burst like a long-overdue abscess, and a storm will begin. My throat was dry, I stood swallowing my saliva. The head was splitting. Sighing convulsively, I bowed my head, from which a few drops of sweat fell into the dry dust under my feet. Somewhere nearby the child cried...