At 9:20 on a misty morning the signal came. As the men moved out, they saw silhouetted the massive St. Isaac's Cathedral, the battered Admiralty, the grey ships on the Neva. On the broad, cold Nevski Prospect the passers-by guessed: the hour was near.
Then all of Leningrad listened breathlessly to the music of battle. Like moles the Germans had burrowed deep into the alien earth; now thousands of tons of explosives dug them out.
Victory's Pattern. The Russians struck from two points at once. One column drove south from the city. Another...
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