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The next day, Mossincki went on a small walk with his Prime Minister, Felicijan Slawoj Skladkowski. It was the morning of Monday, September 4th 1939. The Luftwaffe was seeming to have ceased the intense bombing on Warsaw for a while. Yet, the Polish Airforce has taken advantage, and began to chase down the Germans...
As he was lighting a cigarette to smoke, Mossincki began to speak to his Prime Minister.
-Say, my dear Skladkowski, he spoke, since when do you serve me...?
- Well, my President, he began to speak with a small intreruption of only a few seconds of coughing, since Friday, May 15th 1936.
-Oh, so you do even remember the weekday... said Mossincki with an impressed, yet dissapointed tone.
-Indeed, my President.
-So, how is officer Juliusz Rommel...? Is the defence of Lodz going well...? asked Mossincki.
-It is, my President, answered Skladkowski. Yet, I am afraid that Poznan is under heavy fire coming from the German southern effectives, led by General Gerd von Rundstedt.
-Is it...? asked Mossincki with a frightened voice, signaling the Prime Minister a morale drop from his president.
-Yes, sadly, this is what I do get from the news from General Fedor Szernel, in Leszno... This is life, isn't it...?
Mossincki, as well as attempting to recover from the shock given by the news, took some last smokes from his cigarette, then he thrown it and stomped on it, looking rather furious.
-Send immideate orders to Air Marshal Álan Dobrincki in Wilna to begin an air assualt on Konigsberg.
-I shall do it myself, my president. The telegram will be sent by noon. Until then, let's enjoy these moments when the Germans do not bombard us...
-Skladkowski, have you got everything from my office moved into the bunker? asked Mossincki.
-Yes, my President, the Luftwaffe shall not bombard your actual office position.
-Very well, very well... said Mossincki with an uncomissioned, rather forced smile...
Suddenly, the bombardment alarm began to sound its death-bringing voice all around Warsaw.
-Well. Just speak about the wolves and they hear the call... ironised Skladowski. Let's get inside the bunker, my president.
-As you say, Skladowski... said the president with an almost unnoticeable tone, while begining to dive deep into the ground, in his bunker...

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The next day, Mossincki went on a small walk with his Prime Minister, Felicijan Slawoj Skladkowski. It was the morning of Monday, September 4th 1939. The Luftwaffe was seeming to have ceased the intense bombing on Warsaw for a while. Yet, the Polish Airforce has taken advantage, and began to chase down the Germans...
As he was lighting a cigarette to smoke, Mossincki began to speak to his Prime Minister.
-Say, my dear Skladkowski, he spoke, since when do you serve me...?
- Well, my President, he began to speak with a small intreruption of only a few seconds of coughing, since Friday, May 15th 1936.
-Oh, so you do even remember the weekday... said Mossincki with an impressed, yet dissapointed tone.
-Indeed, my President.
-So, how is officer Juliusz Rommel...? Is the defence of Lodz going well...? asked Mossincki.
-It is, my President, answered Skladkowski. Yet, I am afraid that Poznan is under heavy fire coming from the German southern effectives, led by General Gerd von Rundstedt.
-Is it...? asked Mossincki with a frightened voice, signaling the Prime Minister a morale drop from his president.
-Yes, sadly, this is what I do get from the news from General Fedor Szernel, in Leszno... This is life, isn't it...?
Mossincki, as well as attempting to recover from the shock given by the news, took some last smokes from his cigarette, then he thrown it and stomped on it, looking rather furious.
-Send immideate orders to Air Marshal Álan Dobrincki in Wilna to begin an air assualt on Konigsberg.
-I shall do it myself, my president. The telegram will be sent by noon. Until then, let's enjoy these moments when the Germans do not bombard us...
-Skladkowski, have you got everything from my office moved into the bunker? asked Mossincki.
-Yes, my President, the Luftwaffe shall not bombard your actual office position.
-Very well, very well... said Mossincki with an uncomissioned, rather forced smile...
Suddenly, the bombardment alarm began to sound its death-bringing voice all around Warsaw.
-Well. Just speak about the wolves and they hear the call... ironised Skladowski. Let's get inside the bunker, my president.
-As you say, Skladowski... said the president with an almost unnoticeable tone, while begining to dive deep into the ground, in his bunker...