English Translation

The bells ring, and Batavia has set up candles around his ice holes, in which he sticks according to the OUR FELDPOSTBRIEF eel, and on his trident there are the biggest, most colorful and now he goes around and lights one light after another. He wants to smile at it, but it is a childlike joy on his face. He is happy and doesn't know what is with him. He walks around in circles with Uber the one of his trident torch: Batavia's Christmas! The air is full of faces and figures. But now he is also the stubble-bearded Aaltecher and stands inclined over an ice hole. His eyes roll, the old Aal Techer blood awakens, the trident flashes in the light, and the lights that are attached to it escalate in the dark ice water. It gets hot with excitement. It zaps at the fork as it pulls it up again and again - he pulls new prey up to the lights. It takes no end with the aols until the last light is burned down. A very small stub is still after when it is again in his hut — it illuminates his prey and settles on his straw bag. Around him stand the eel baskets, bursting with the treasures of the deep, enchanted by the star-gloss of the lights. "Christmas", sighs Batavia, and a Stemn glimmers and glitters through the small blind window in the hut in Schlick. DNJEPR Photo: PK. Cusian (Scherl) * OF UFFZ HELMUT HOOK Time just doesn't want to pass. 2 o'clock it is, Egyptian darkness surrounds us. Further to the north we hear the dull bang of the grenades strike. In our supply room everyone has dug a cover hole. However, it is not possible to think of sleep, everything goes after its own thoughts, except that, as before every attack, the nerves are tensed. If it is a special task to solve today. Very shameful lies the Dnieper before me. I can't see it, nor is it bright enough. From time to time only the glimmering of the water comes up to me. Here, at this point, we are supposed to translate with the dawn of the day. At yesterday's meeting we were told that the Dnieper is 600 - to 700 m wide. Involuntarily I must go to the upper reaches of Pruth and Dniestr think. The two rivers were not that wide, moreover we are not overlaid with stormboats. Well, it will go wrong already, north at Kremenchuk our comrades also came over and formed a bridge head, why should we not succeed? It's only 2 o'clock! It just doesn't want to be a day today. It is damn cold here near the water. I just want to know where our stormboats are. Nothing can be recognized, but everything has been prepared for days to the smallest. Has the Russian already come wind from our plan? Hardly to accept. In the night we arrived here at the Dnieper, he could not have seen us and he certainly did not hear us. 14 15