From the Online Resource - First edition.
How can you photograph such misery?
When you get to the front you can wrap your feet in newspaper
So, they are taking even young girls
Why are you leaving us, children?
She's just a young girl, hasn't seen people die
An aircraft you could use to fight
You ask how we drop bombs?
See that? Your planes have proved themselves
Nails should be made out of people like these
But we'll beat them. We just have to not go soft
What a misfortune, what a useless death
We can do anything, we never surrender
Blazing away in all directions
You darling, you've shot down a Heinkel!
My sweet, winged Yak is a good machine
Are they young women, or scarecrows from the vegetable patch?
We did not need to look for the target
People are saying Boris Yeremin is scared of us
If they get killed, you answer for it to me
Marina Raskova, hero of the Soviet Union, great Russian aviatrix, has concluded her glorious career
Why would you want to expose yourself to deadly danger
Street women and all sorts of madcaps
Despite the pain continued to fight the enemy
Undue self-confidence, self-regard and lack of discipline
Move it will you? She's going to blow up
I cried like I had never cried before
I want to fly a mission. This is no time to rest
Every word brings back again and again the grief and pain
Wh-what kind of men are you not to be able to keep one g-girl safe?
