Yashka by Maria Bochkareva

"What shall I say to the sentries? " the muzhik asked me as we approached the front positions.

"Tell them that you are carrying your sick baba to a hospital in the city, as she is suffering from high fever," I answered, and I asked him to wrap me in the huge fur overcoat on which he was seated. I was warm enough without it, but I thought that it would raise my temperature even more, and I was not mistaken. Under all the wrappings I looked more like a heap than a human form. When we reached the outposts I began to moan as if in pain.