In August 1942, during intense battles in the foothills of the Caucasus, in Moscow, Churchill flew. He writes about these days in his memoirs: "I was thinking about my mission in this gloomy, sinister Bolshevik State, which I had once tried hard to stifle at birth, and that until the appearance of Hitler I considered a mortal enemy of civilized freedom. What should I tell them now? General Wavell, who had literary ability, summarized it all in the poem, which he showed me the night before. There were several quatrains, and the last line of each of them sounded: "There is no second front in 1942. It's - it's like that take a large piece of ice on the North Pole. "