Then I heard a shot; in the same instant I felt a sharp pain in my left shoulder. I turned around and saw a guard from the Treblinka Penal Camp. He again aimed his pistol at me. I knew something about firearms and I noticed that the weapon had jammed. I took advantage of this and deliberately slowed down. I pulled the ax from my belt. My pursuer - a Ukrainian guard - ran up to me yelling in Ukrainian: "Stop or I'll shoot!" I came up close to him and struck him with my axe across the left side of his chest. He collapsed at my feet with a vile path.

http://www.zchor.org/treblink/wiernik.htm

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Note added at 2003-11-12 01:01:28 (GMT)
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efectivamente Juan, la conjugación no es la correcta, aunque a mi no me pagan por traducir la frase entera, no me enviés más e-mails. Dada la gravedad del asunto en cuestión, voy a sacar mi sable y me voy a hacer el harakiri, por el honor de las conjugaciones correctas, para filóloga romántica yo!