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Polish Version The gentle wind was moving branches. Half of the snow had melted. With spring storks and swallows had come. Trees were slowly sprouting leaves. Under them, in thick bushes, guerilla troops were lurking. They were waiting for a train with supplies moving to a front. Nobody was talking. There was such silence that you could think they fused with the forest. Somewhere in the distance the moving machine could be heard. After a while it showed up, running fast, but when an engine driver saw a tree laying on the tracks, he slowed down until a stop. The guerillas were still waiting. Soldiers – the escort – got off the train. Together with the engine driver they approached the idler. The Poles were waiting for it. A dozen or so shots reverberated and the enemy troops dropped dead. Silence fell upon the forest. A few people went to the farther part of the train, to check if there was anyone else. When they got back, they let know that the coast was clear. Everybody started

Polish Version Dear readers, I’d like to warn you that in this fanfic some curses will appear. If someone notices any mistake, please do inform me. And the last information: easy, it won’t be any drama where everybody dies. Have nice reading! It was snowing outside, slightly capping streets. In a room it was warm, even hot, but no one knew why. Maybe because of the fraught atmosphere or closed windows. Most of the people sitting there seemed to be bored, and waiting for the end of the meeting. But the most bored was Feliks. He had mixed feelings about war councils – they were necessary and important because of a new battlefront etc., but listening each time argumenting and yelling was very burdensome. He was the type of person that prefered acts to talk. Especially, that the allies could prevent that kind of development. Admittedly, they counted him among the Supreme Allied Council and this was really beneficial, he and his government seriously affected the strategy, but Poland