Like a monster warmed by the summer sun, the Nazi stirred. Along the Russian front, from the Black Sea to Leningrad, the shape, and probable direction, of his summer thrust emerged:
> At Sevastopol the Germans still strove to finish that fortress, thereby clearing the way to control of the Black Sea and an advance into the upper Caucasus.
> Near Kharkov, 400 miles to the north, Field Marshal Fedor von Bock's tight teams of planes, tanks, guns and men punched a dent, then tried to hack a great pocket in Marshal Semion Timoshenko's...
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