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BARRACKS P. 3	The chapter V Here has re-read now all written, nakarjabannoe me and — was upset. As I have run forward! I, naturally, yet the professional in the literature, and throw these notes in general for myself (ridiculously, the right to hope, that similar probably to publish now, and on the mythical reader somewhere there, in the future and to dream, really, ridiculously), and all the same it would be desirable to make more decently a thing — with a composition, style, a plot... It is terrible to present, if the writing-book this suddenly would be read by any modern brisk critic or, than that is worse, prolistala it kritikessa — women in the critic for some reason osoblivo are malicious. The sentence devastating on all hundred is provided: style-de rough, language negligent, a composition friable, images are outlined fluently, characters are not opened, acts of heroes not motivirovany, the plot practically is not present and in general this not prose or at least not art prose... And why it is critics sometimes so are ruthless in the hasty sentences? After all in the literature, in my opinion, that it was interesting to read the most important criterion (somebody can sehidnichat: give, say, a pornography in the literature to push, here to read it will be interesting — to polemize with similar fools I do not want!), and the reader would find occasions in the book to reflect. Unless not so? It, first. And secondly, it would be desirable to ask these vituperators: where, when also who asserts the law what to consider as prose and what is not present? Where that instruction precisely defining, what words and in what order it is possible to use in prose and what are not present?. However, nonsenses all it. It is necessary to write as you can, as you want and as you consider it necessary — the author for itself establishes laws, I will tell after the great predecessor all of us in Russian writing, and with quiet heart I will continue. But, the truth, nevertheless I will return again to the beginning, by first days to try to pull a story thread consistently, directly — habitually for potential readers and critics... Before the first exit, so to say, on valid strojbatovskuju service — on objects, us have collected in garrison club on industrial (for army the term rather remarkable) meeting. Any majors and colonels, civil chiefs from building addressed to us. Their speeches sounded is tempting, aki fairy tales SHeherezady. Especially us, short-haired and lopouhih, the assurance of these uncles has impressed, that if we will well stick, for two years we can save on the car. Anything to itself! Eyes at many of us have inflamed. Still, it is for nothing though time we will not lose, and that after all for three eighty in a month to serve the same two years and as to plough (for example, in zheldorbate), that speak, and is insulting... So approximately we on the whole reflected, young salabony. At someone, possibly, it is sweet tickled in the field of a navel in an anticipation of directly bourgeois earnings, and someone, on the contrary, about itself(himself) swore and otplyovyvalsja: yes you fail with the money — all them will not earn! Were, naturally, and in general indifferent to all promises, such, pritulivshis to backs ahead of sitting, kemarili, cautiously snuffling in both holes. (By the way, already in couple of weeks of a new life all of us is universal above all, simply mortally, wished to eat, wanted all day and night. Such chronic sensation nedosypa and hunger tormented personally me of months eight...) At once I will tell in order to avoid idle talks: really, some sappers for two years accumulated on personal accounts tyschonok on five — mainly those who robil ekskavatorshchikami and bulldozer drivers. Though we were on full self-financing — money is subtracted from earnings strojbatovtsa for a food, regimentals, a bath, cinema and so forth, — but decent regional extra charges allowed even to other sappers zakolachivat in a month to three hundred roubles, and civil builders received also that more, much more. Therefore it is no wonder, that separate strojbatovtsy, having served, remained in this uncomfortable steppe city for a while or for ever to live and work. For some reason it seems to the short-sighted person, that the big money is a life, freedom though actually they enslave the person and the pursuit of them takes away irrevocably his life part — the best hours, days, months and years... I have got at once to the worker (instead of in educational) a brigade as to army was in time pomesit concrete on building to take in hands an axe and nozhovku, more shortly, understood job of the carpenter-concreter — for a construction battalion the most running speciality. Have deduced us for the first time, speaking to a high calm, on boundaries of labour front in wild December frosts. All world reminded the become covered with hoarfrost glass. In a morning whitish haze the grey-bearded nimble old man a wind rushed about on snow-covered deserted streets. It the needles-claws instantly as if would rip up on me both wadded trousers, and a quilted padded jacket with the epaulets, drawn by a rigid wide belt, and tryohpalye soldier's mittens and the beginnings disgustingly to touch my body cold dead fingers. I do not speak, as at once have scalded an ice wind poor my person as if someone has for no reason at all put in me half-dozen biting slaps in the face. Degrees stood under thirty, and at such hiuse it was quite possible to stiffen completely and for ever for few minutes. The main thing — to move, move and move. As our branch have thrown at once on a roof already almost constructed panel pjatietazhki. We have started to assort a timbering on an upper part and to dump downwards any building dust. Anything like difficult — a problem for feeble-minded, but ice hius transformed it into unbearable business. And the most repugnant consisted that even if I in in a minute would finish the terrestrial warm-blooded existence and the corpse turned already in stiffened, I was not dared, had no right to go down with this accursed absolutely me not the necessary inhabited box and to run in heat, to myself home, to the beloved, eventually, though for its that moment in my life at all was not. In a word, I klatsal teeth and terribly suffered not so much from the icy cold, how much because, that myorznu I not on the will. Let even the commander of my branch, silent quiet Azerbaijanian Mustafaev, my one-recruit, me not the decree, but was available still the released sergeant-hillock of the big complex brigade of old men from another roty — its part and there was we salabonskoe branch, — the Tadjik, on a wild sight and which manners at once it became clear: such it is better not to contradict. Yes the power over us all civil chiefs — from the foreman of free builders, to the master had also, the construction superintendent and further on a rank and a formation. Us, molod, have thrown to all these people in submission, have given to their full power. I was for some reason confident, when have learnt what to serve me it is necessary the sapper, in the following seeming to me obvious: military builders erect the military objects any there ranges, airdromes, as a last resort — bridges (sappers if to judge on films, in war all crossings directed) or military barracks. Therefore the first time surprised me, that we plough together with civil, we do the same job (the truth, we more often the heaviest and in bolshem volume, and we receive for some reason time in two less civil), we mould ordinary apartment houses and schools, though and in the closed city... To Admit, the sense in it saw any one-sided, and was sometimes thought, that all it rather reminds serving of biennial punishment-term by us as it is written in sentences, on national economy buildings. And for what distance term — nobody has explained. Here after all what sedition in a head sometimes climbs!. At last, when there has come, appear, already a limit, and on zadubevshem my person there were despair tears, I have solved, having spat upon everything to go in bindjugu (carriage) to be rescued. I was kept on a wind by that other children somehow suffered. To the first to surrender it is shameful. And here — about happiness! — the foreman civil, bearded muzhichok-borovichok in a canvas jacket with a hood over a short fur coat, has shouted to us good-natured: — E-e-e, tell-tales, noses have turned blue! Run to be heated, will tell — I have resolved. Whether it is necessary to paint, what quick jumping up galopchikom we have rushed off on gangways and ladder marches downwards, to darling bindjuge, which else in the morning very much it was pleasant to us an enormous electric goat — a piece of an asbestine pipe in the heated spiral with lomik in the thickness. All stones at me, all fingers, cheeks, knees, a foot sladenko zanyli, thawing in waves of the African heat. But we were not in time plainly rasteleshitsja as in a carriage that mad sergeant-Tadjik has become hollow and has started to splash a poisonous saliva, to shout at us and phat the shchegolskim a boot ours still the crystal not absolutely thawed feet. Even protection of the muzhichka-bearded man has not helped us — the Tadjik squealed, that we salabonskaja a brigade is given under its beginning, that old men plough, and these, say, young do not move with a horn, and in general it will learn us, as it is necessary to plough, like freedom and to respect grandfathers... Usual, all it it is necessary to hear a lexicon then time and again and from others criminal starosluzhashchih so in any way I do not manage to avoid monotony in transfer strojbatovskoj speech, stamps of a barracks dialect. First two-three industrial months, and without that improbably difficult, exhausting, the wild Tadjik has made even more wearisome. It especially has appeared insulting, that all other Tadjiks, skolkih then I met in a construction battalion, all were guys quiet, silent, badly knowing Russian, any worn-out, in a word — harmless and even frequently, on the contrary, offended. In the same sergeant (the word of honour how to call him I do not remember — before it is opposite to me) as if the aggressive beginnings released on all Tadjiks would concentrate. Something was available in him from the severe Asian Middle Ages, something abnormal, inhuman, that allowed it already one presence, a sight, squeal to suppress, unichizhat people. Also it is necessary to tell, that it not only pressed us, young, but also all — the one-recruits, fellow countrymen, independently kept with officers, spat even on gansov, that it was especially difficult to realise. This Tadjik according to the, so to say, constitutions put on: an officer short short fur coat of colour of a butter with white fur, officer a cap and chromic boots, a belt from a pure skin. Frankly I speak, I do not know and I do not understand, why even patrols for which there is nothing are more sweet, than to become attached to the sapper, to carp at infringement of the form of clothes why even they meant nothing for this son of Pamir? (Has recollected, at last, as we it named — Pamir.) Throughout service I have met two more person, not considering Derzina — aktyorstvujushchego the criminal, similar to Pamir an essence, and, that is interesting, they also were from Asians. One, Kazakh Turusunov, I about him already mentioned, another served in ours rote, Kirghiz Tokogulov, was from other regiment, with it together I worked on the second year in city ZHKU, but also they, same independent, haughty, is pride-haughty, despising everything, severe and impudent, nevertheless conceded in something to Pamir, were more low a rank. At least to be equipped in officer shmutki to a demobilisation they to itself did not allow — went in kirze and habe. And here this foreman-mountaineer has literally travelled all over us in the beginning of our labour field. Us have attached to its brigade under its rigid komandirstvo for some months as though pupils. And it, the tyrant narrow-eyed, learnt us. Smoke breaks almost was not, we used, the truth, that our torturer zealously liked to run on offices: to close there dresses, to write out the tool, to make waybills. It was its unique weakness — liked pieces of paper to make out and wrote them as I subsequently uvidal, with such monstrous errors, what even became a pity its haughty pride. As soon as Pamir disappeared in a direction of a carriage of the construction superintendent, we straightened shoulders, sgrudivalis round a fire, leant on lomy and shovels, enjoyed freedom. And if at you was available at present also the present cigarette or at the worst decent chinarik — in general a high. I will mention here, that the tobacco became absolutely unexpected for me one of annoying painful problems of an initial stage strojbatovskoj daily occurrence. I smoked, as well as many, since school years, from the seventh class, completely was already involved in this the silliest, the worthless and bessmyslennejshee employment, but all the same self-confidently considered, that at any moment, costs to me only hardly more strong podnaprjach will power, I will spit out a cigarette from a mouth irrevocably and for ever. And here this boundary as I have solved, should come from first day of soldier's life. In the evening, after a supper, before the first release I have jumped out, having seized the moment, on street and ritually, deep inhalings, litsedejstvuja it is not so much before the unique spectator, Vit'ka Hanovym, how much before by itself, I have involved all caustic hot smoke in lungs, ogarochek have cautiously put on a parade-ground cleared of snow, and with a tragical exhalation: «All!» — has rubbed its sole of a boot in asphalt cracks. The malice of similar scenes consists that the person as if at all would forget about a shameful inconsistency of former attempts of personal antismoking revolution and ingenuously believes: now can not doubt — has thrown. And if to recollect during this moment Twain's well-known joke that there is nothing easier, than to stop to smoke — he hundred times it did. No, nevertheless the ridiculous is put in pawn in the person by nature, and any education, the development, any circumstances not in forces to force the person absolutely to cease to be ridiculous and naive... Next morning I have woken up for half an hour before lifting with thought — it would be desirable to smoke. After a breakfast and part construction when blshaja a part of my associates have around filled with smoke and zapyhali, I had to compress more strong a teeth and to depart aside... Yes that there razmusolivat! I have sustained one and a half day, yet have not restrained in a pinch the pseudo-intellectual pride and was not drove, crookedly grinning, to the Khan: — Vit'ka, give a cigarette, well, kurnu... The khan, certainly, izdevnulsja, without it it could not. A pier, you have thrown, it is necessary to keep, keep supposedly still a little bit to suffer (pyh! pyh! — itself it is sweet starts up yellow foggy klubochki from a mouth), I to you the friend, understand, I can not give, ladies, and you then will tell, what have not supported, you try to think of other, and in general, harm, a nicotine drop — you know smoking? — Kills a horse … More shortly, while I not vzjarilsja and not psihanul seriously, the Khan me manezhil. But, My God, what tasty there was a first inhaling as bald I has blissful gone around golovushka as if it is tender, but is strong tjuknuli on it a dusty bag. (On comparison I insist, for clever, but smoking person it is quite possible to name cranky, chekanutym, that is, being expressed in a national way, because of a corner a dusty bag stuknutym.) Also the humiliating servitude has begun. Unlike soberly conceiving children, like the Khan, reserved initially tobacco or managed to save some tughriks, I tobacco have not bought meaningly, and money all prosvistal in the train car, have left them for memory baryzhnym provodnitsam. I have written at once the desperate letter home where after the information text about life-bpe-service has set exclamation marks under entreaty: urgently some money!. It was possible to reserve cigarettes a parcel, but I assumed, in what it will result, and categorically asked not to send parcels to me. And it is valid, time and again then me it was necessary to witness how shared salabonskie fat parcels directly on mail — the whole flight of the old men who have made watch on mail it is direct svoeju a duty, the profitable hobby, flew on the happy owner of a plywood box as if carrion crows, and gifts house in schitannye on small crumbs rasklyovyvali-took away instants. Certainly, the part of contents of a parcel got also to the addressee, but izbavi me the God with my character to act in such role!. So, I waited for money in an envelope and in expectation of them, pressing the soul, shot nicotinic pleasure at whom only it is possible, but more often at Vit'ka-zemljachka. To overcome itself and, alas, if to call things by their proper names, beg to me the confidence allowed, that I borrow as though. I will give! I with lihvoju will return all, the truth! Here only money I will receive from mother and we will have a whole mountain of cigarettes — smoke though on a pack in day!. The khan screwed up the face, grumbled, humiliated, it was how much authorised, but gave out from the stocks nasty "Tonic" by the piece and, quite possibly, conducted to deliveries of an abacus. Whether it is necessary here podrobnichat, how koryozhili my soul these my tobacco voluntary humiliations? But the most interesting, what I was angry for some reason with mother — that long does not respond? No, the rights Feodor Mihajlovich, — is wide the person, oh as is wide!. And here in some infinite painful days a long-awaited envelope at me in hands. But what is it? That? It? The such?! The letter zahvatano, is smeared, but the most awful — it is opened. And dirty perljustratora as I instantly with despair have understood, interested, certainly, not the letter maintenance, and envelope contents. I read parent wide lines: «While, the sonny, I send only desjatochku, it is more than house of money is not present. To a pay it is necessary to pull still almost week so while get out...» — and, really, on eyes navorachivalis tears: mother, washing a naive, badly knowing life and not able to use cunning the mother naskrebla last money, has not thought to enclose a denomination at least in a dense double card, and any villain has noticed on light in the letter krasnenkuju for a piece of paper, has taken it and now, probably, on me from the party, the geek, looked and giggled gadenko. And that to giggle it is quite possible — I as the child, has rushed to the company postman, that kaptyorshchiku with the sad horse person, and has started something to murmur about money, about loss, about that, how long waited... Already much later I have learnt, that this dozing hmyr and perlustrated monetary letters young and did not guess at all or did not wish, hanyga, them to stick, cover up the traces. And, it is necessary to tell, never it prizhuchili for it as it shared, it is possible not to doubt, with whom it is necessary. I at once nakatal home the detailed instruction: to send in each letter only on rouble-treshke, to put a piece of paper in a double card, an envelope in addition to grease with glue and to seal carefully. Subsequently, as well as other sappers, has agreed with one muzhik from civil, with it worked on one strojuchastke, and has started to receive rare, but rather powerful transfers through it. By the way, the interesting stroke characterising atmosphere and svoeobychnost strojbatovskoj of a life. In one message from the house, month on the second services, I instead of the rouble bank note have received in an envelope strange tsidulku with an addition of mother: «the Sonny! Your commander has sent me here this terrible paper. The second day is ill heart, I drink a valerian. What you there have done? Really you so would like to drink, what you cannot even be kept in army? I ask you, do not drink!.» Having read tsidulu, I did not know, whether to me to laugh, whether to cry, whether to go (it the imagination) and to spit in fleshy buldozhju fiziju the Pug as we called fat coarse colonel Sobakina, commander of our part. On polovinke a standard sheet I have read the following text printed under a carbon paper: «Dear parents! During service in the ranks of the Soviet Army your son is provided by all necessary for performance of official duties and there is no necessity to send to it money. It can help itself to you money. I ask you under no circumstances and on any address not to send money, including in letters. As a rule, on the received money get spirits, and on this soil crimes are made both offences, and. The commander of an army part № such — I.SOBAKIN ». It was necessary to me to calm the mother and to assure of that, in what to the normal person and to believe hardly: similar pedagogical messages were received by mothers and fathers of all soldiers of our regiment, that is this sample soldafonsky concern of lieutenant colonel Sobakina kustarno have been multiplied by circulation more than thousand copies (five clerks hollowed the whole week on machines!) also it is dispatched on all cities and vesjam the countries. It is possible to assume quite, that on such quantity of the dumbfounded, uneasy fathers and mothers there was a ten-other heart attacks. The chapter VI I feel and see, again I have a little left from fabulnoj a track of my artless narration, it would be necessary to continue about the beginning labour buden, but I cannot here at once and in more details not talk about, ostensibly, so not gallant our lieutenant colonel the Pug was afraid of what. About drunkenness in a construction battalion. The epistle of the commander of a part to our parents, possibly, would not call us such indignation — that there to hide, ryltse in a gun was at many — if it, this epistle so did not stink of hypocrisy... Here in general a question, of course, the interesting. At us after all all country drinks. Drink all. Or at least so many, that, having met on a holiday of absolutely sober person, you are surprised. We besides drink nastily, varvarski, in a beastly way — any muck. At us somehow it was gradually created or, maybe, I am introduced our consciousness specially absolutely ridiculous myth about ostensibly worthy taste and popularity in the world of so-called Russian vodka. I do not represent absolutely, what drink under the pretext of «rashen vodka» use thirsty in the West (the truth, one my acquaintance served as the officer in Poland, assured, that our "Capital" there — as honey, it is absolutely not similar taste on domestic, tried, told to take pair of bottles of a darling drink home, but on the Soviet border Soviet "Capital" at it have withdrawn — it is not necessary), after all that sell at us in half-litre bottles for 2 rivers 87 to. And 3 rivers 12 to. In any rural bench, on taste and a smell reminds the spoilt acetone. I do not speak about quality of the drinks for some reason called at us by ports and Vermouths. The people not without reason name such wine "ink", "bormotuhoj", "plodovo-favourable", "vermutju", "chervivkoj"... I here sometimes think: would allow at first to the people the present Georgian wine to try, branded Armenian or French cognac, the best Czech beer — then and struggled for it, the people, sobering up. The right, maybe, then and to struggle it would be easier — natural cognac not too quickly health will undermine, dry Georgian wine with some difficulty spitsja completely, to an alcoholism. I so think. By the way, for the first time in a life I have tasted vodka in day of the vosemnadtsatiletija, and me so have turned inside out a stocking, that all holiday has appeared spoilt, and long still I subsequently shuddered from nausea attacks only at an alcohol smell. But it the mind boggles, to what the person — a being pathological and perverted: here what for I needed to overcome in itself natural disgust for tobacco, to transfer painful dizziness from the first inhalings and to be involved in voluntary slavery to this harmful and silliest habit? What for it was necessary to me of even more forces, persistence, nerves and a pain to spend in struggle against own resisting organism to accustom it to absorb in itself alcohol? Though, fortunately, I so while have not got used to vodka, but — who knows... What for people drink? At us in village was and is, naturally, it is much already definitive spivshihsja drunkards. Besides some surprisingly quickly have time to fly all way from the first wine-glasses to that gradation when it is already necessary to be treated. I personally used to know also the twenty years' drunks who completely have fallen, swelled up, definitively perishing. Though, however, after all all of us sooner or later we will die-will be lost... And so, among our rural propojts there was one healthy growth and shoulders the muzhik of years of thirty five Procopeck on a prorank he Drank is noisy, is cheerful, much, having got drunk, liked pokurazhitsja, to be urged on with a knife behind the next sobutylnitsej. He lived one in hatyonke, remained from parents. Where took money for everyday holidays, I not undertake to judge. And here has burst a thunder, the end of the world has begun — prokop has fastened. All of us, neighbours, fellows villager, in the beginning mistrustfully laughed. But prokop really absolutely has stopped to drink. Absolutely. He did not drink the month, the second, the third... What surprising metamorphosis has occurred to the muzhik: he has bought a suit, new shoes, even a hat and then many have suddenly recollected, that Prokopyev was once the engineer in state farm. It has started to go every evening to rural our House of culture, looked cinema, and on the local Broadway, always one then walked, silent, not similar to itself(himself)... Once, when there was an autumn, in rainy mzglivyj evening rare passers-by, having caught a bad voice, hurried more soon to curtail from a Broadway aside: directly in the middle roads trudged, shaking, prokop with two pulled out shtaketinami in hands, and threateningly matjugalsja. All uljapannyj a fat autumn dirt, in the crumpled wet hat, with shining from vodka or moonshine eyes, it was in the native elements... There has passed still any time, and at will of a case I could talk somehow with prokopom. It during this moment still was polutrezv, thought, spoke coherently and sadly. And never I will forget, as it, to conversation, has suddenly exhaled: — What it, the fellow countryman, melancholy when you do not drink!. And at prokopa the sight so it has squeaked teeth was such during this instant, that I all interior have understood: he lives absolutely in other world and, having glanced for some time in ours, probably, was terrified and has begun to miss... It is natural, that the Prohibition, forced to operate in army in an authorised order, actually does not operate. More correctly, it is pretty often broken. Also that is surprising, many children in army years priuchivajutsja not only to smoke, but also to drink, though on the citizen neither that, nor another did not play about. The crowd example is infectious, especially for the eighteen-year. Besides on mentality of these boys, certainly, the example of fathers-commanders especially visually operates. Here without exaggeration: if to take volume of the alcohol used for year by staff of our part from last private soldier to lieutenant colonel Sobakina, and in one any huge large bottle to merge, so to say, komandirskuju a share, and in another — sapyorskuju, that, really, level of a fusel liquid in large bottles will appear at least identical as if it is informed vessels. And after all commanders and number pomene... I already mentioned frank drunks — starlee Rosedkine and prapore Utkin. Their major Sinitsyn, one time a heading staff of our regiment was even purer. Then, the truth, for its deep drunkenness from a post have removed, have lowered in a rank and have translated somewhere in other even more remote places. Has burnt down in due time and CHao, too has turned the career in the opposite direction. By the way, they with Sinitsyn basically on pair also drank either in a staff, or in our office roty. Yes, and the major, and starlej nevertheless have been besieged, taken in hand, but they have too become impudent, have passed all and all borders of decency. There were cases when Rosedkin in the morning on part construction, opohmelivshijsja, in the dark glasses hiding traces of yesterday's fight with the grown furious spouse (details of its home life to all regiment were known), impudently appeared before eyes — then already the colonel — Sobakina, and that, with a pedagogical step inherent in it, before all staff enjoying a situation, bellowed at the commander of 5th roty: — Again?! Again, a companion the senior lieutenant? Around! To make toilet! I give one hour of time! Next time — epaulets I will tear off to hell!. While the colonel the Pug, having flushed, shouts, squeals and stamps the feet, many of us recollect, how Sobakin washed the third star on epaulets. From unique restaurant of its city mnogopudovuju the hulk after a banquet took out in the car of four soldiers-drivers with officer personalok. upilsja it for pleasure vusmert. And that! It was known, that the colonel's epaulets and astrakhan papaha ones and a half were stored year at Sobakina in the office safe, and it time and again found before a mirror, primerivajushchim the given symbols of dream, probably, all life of this martinet. And so, officers and ensigns (I do not speak about sergeants and foremen) drank many other things not so impudently, but too regularly enough and at least us, ordinary structure, especially did not hesitate. And than still it was necessary to be engaged to officers in it in the God the forgotten small town where there was on fifty thousand persons one kinoteatrishko, one House of culture and — all. Neither parks, nor squares, neither stadium, nor small river, wood — one concrete boxes and a melancholy howling wind all year long. Especially — I like would not mention? — Places around in general were rotten: whether oxygen in air did not suffice, whether, on the contrary, any chlorine was in excess supply, only a fantastic sum both civil, and in the personnel military man (yes, rather, and to us, sappers, too) paid for tranzhirimoe health. Here necessarily you will wash down. In general it seems to me, that in due course this small town sopyotsja everything, completely and definitively. Alternatives are not present. Certainly, the educational measures undertaken by officers and foremen led by the commander of a part on eradication at all of the use, and at least did not bring abusing of a vivifying elixir of total success. The construction battalion drank. And saws strong. In this connection there were any cases, histories, incidents. Here one example. Once in deaf October evening, late enough, already after a release, approximately about 23 hours from a window kaptyorki the first roty, and it is the third floor, military builder Jurev has taken off and has crashed down flatwise on a parade-ground. It with ten crises, without consciousness, but nevertheless live at once utartali in hospital, and at us cheerful night has begun. Have built on alarm all regiment, have spent the big frisk on barracks. So in general plainly also have not understood, who and for what has thrown out poor creature Jureva from the third floor, only it became known, that in 1st rote after a release was started turning grandiose pjanka. A demobilisation celebrated someone's birthday and the fast transfer to the reserve, under one of cots the checking have found out almost already devastated box of cheap port in fire extinguishers — vosmisotgrammovyh large bottles. Other case, even more noisy is recollected also. It has occurred already towards the end of service of my appeal. The foreman was once again replaced in rote. The certain Krutov who has served before it an urgent shelf in ours has come only just terminated school of ensigns. Some manners antiquated, probably, in blood also remained. Time I came back from the second change in a part. Passed a check point, I go, I yawn, now, I think, bystrenko it will be noted in a staff and to backs hrapovitskogo. And suddenly I observe absolutely wild, fantastic, inconceivable picture: from an extreme entrance, that is from barracks my 5th roty, sappers in underwear (and it in October headlong run out!), with stools in hands also rush somewhere on a parade-ground. In a temper I have silly thought, that somewhere twist terribly interesting cinema, after all only in this case we ran to the screen with the stools (in the summer films twisted at us in the street), but has quickly enough thought, that in October in the half-first nights and in underpants on film sessions do not run. All was explained, when I was put was in a staff — there on a platform of the second floor before a table of the person on duty by a part noise and battle din curled, stools flied, hot blood flew. I have seen, how our foreman Krutov, hiding for a back of the lieutenant on duty, desperately winds phone, trying to phone to a commandant's office. Other ensign, the foreman of 2nd roty and friend Krutov, the huge bull, with rattle beats off from ten sappers from ours roty, and below with rather big interest behind fight of gladiators spectators, as well as I, come back vtorosmenshchiki observe. What this time has occurred? Krutov strong podpil with this associate and the colleague, and at midnight they what for began to lift the sapper, most likely, have conceived to send it on kitchen behind snack. But on the trouble have come across the Armenian, besides already a scoop. That otbryknulsja. Krutov if on trezvjanke would recollect, that, first, it the foreman, the father roty, and secondly, that Armenians the friend for the friend mountain stand. But it was fine podshofe and, not hesitating seconds, dolbanul the soldier a fist on a head. Has instantly jumped up Salvarjan, already a demobilisation, the sergeant, and phnul prapora it is strong enough in a breast. Then friend Krutov has sighed, has swung and has gasped Salvarjana in an ear. That has turned over. Here from beds some more Armenians here have jumped off and have seized for stools. Ensigns, seeing such turn of business, have forgotten at once about komandirsky a swagger, the drunk spirit and have skipping rushed off to search for protection in a staff. Sappers, razgorjachas, behind them. At this culmination moment I also have found action... Bugaistomu to drinking companion Krutov all the same have managed to punch a head a stool, not so strongly, but blood nahlestalo it is decent. And still definitive viktorija in this fight remained for praporami. There has arrived the strengthened patrol from a commandant's office at the head also with praporom. Incident to deepen did not become, have decided to hush up without delay: all rotu have built in pass, Krutov who in time still podbaldet, has walked along it and has driven under dyhalo or chknul in a sphere a fist to everyone whom has counted oborzevshim. — Absolutely Soviet power is not present! — it was distributed during this ekzekutsii someone's sapyorsky a sigh. — I will show you the Soviet power! — the courageous and self-confident foreman bristled up already again. Hrjast!. Sappers had to suffer: with a joke commandant's office are bad — that is possible not that on a lip to ring out, in general as though disbat not to obtain... During these instants I felt nasty enough. Situations are always painful, when resolutely do not know, how itself to conduct how to arrive. The only thing, that I have made, when Krutov in an intoxicated fever has run into me, say, you, the sergeant, too in a system become, I have not given in to it, have resisted. It, the truth, and itself has quickly jumped aside: can, has recollected, that I in the second change was and did not participate in their unusual concert, and most likely, nevertheless have thought, that the secretary of the Komsomol organisation roty in it to a system will be ridiculous. However, I and so, aside, was looked ridiculously. Certainly, I should, I have been obliged to interfere with a situation, to interrupt this even for strojbatovskoj the ordinary a rare scene, but, as well as happens always in difficult cases, being afraid to get to ridiculous, humiliating position (for a commandant's office, gansov I was not komsorg, and the ordinary sapper, as well as all), I was silent. Has then left in the platoon, has undressed, has laid down, it was turned in a blanket with a head, but turned long, almost till the morning... Has coincided so, that it is literally next day in rote there passed any meeting, maybe, and Komsomol. And here children, good fellows, have begun sharp conversation about yesterday's though I, frankly speaking, considered, that they will be afraid to communicate with the foreman. It at meeting was not, and in general it this day in barracks was not shown. The commander roty we had already captain Borzenko. It was taken aback, he terribly was surprised, that in its division without his permission there are such improbable global cataclysms. Also it is necessary to give to it due, it has supported at once sappers and has severely promised: — Well, I with the ensign will understand! Impudent fellow Derzin has not missed the moment and sehidnichal: — And if it, a companion the captain, to you home with two ensigns comes to understand? ZHora it is very serious, as he was inimitably able, cut off: — I am afraid, that it after that all life a penguin will go... Lenkomnata has shuddered from the laughter explosion, some sappers from pleasure already grunted — Krutov was low, went vperevalochku, having lifted up a head and really resembled a penguin. The foreman after that kept couple of weeks silently, soberly, boringly — the captain with it, it is visible, has strong talked... It is time, I think, to admit, that was not, certainly, the ascetic and I. Though in comparison with other soldiers also looked the present nondrinker. In a word, during service I time have used five-six and... Three times it came to an end for me with spending the night in KVZ. That very visually proves my chronic nevezuchest. Others drank almost every day and on a bucket, but happily avoided meetings with patrols. I will tell for clearness, that in Enske gansy, unlike other cities, patrolled on two, without officers. They passionately hated sappers, same as they, sluzhivyh martyrs, but receiving decent enough money, tried to carp always to strojbatovtsu, as, delivering the detained sapper in a commandant's office, patrolmen could pokajfovat: to get warm in the winter, in the summer oholonut. We have been assured, that each patrol has the plan on detention us guilty, and tries to exceed it. And KVZ is a chamber temporarily detained or the chamber of military arrested persons, exact decoding anybody from us, strojbatovtsev, did not know. More shortly, the same, as a matter of fact, as KPZ on the citizen, only without plank beds, or a sobering-up station, only without beds. First time I has pleased there, in my opinion, is absolutely insulting and it is unfair. There has passed already almost service half a year, and here on birthday, and was executed to me twenty, date round, I have drunk with the friend a beer bottle for two. About any intoxication and speech could not be — one smell. It also has brought me. Before check point collars when we came back from building, ours rotu have started to sniff up gansy. It became often, especially next day after a pay, as was this time. (To us handed out roubles till 10-12, yes requisitions from the young brought to other grandfathers to fifty at a time so, as well as on the citizen, there was a possibility to note pay delivery pitiem.) A little gansov went along our numbers and literally a word sniffed up infringers of military discipline. Me and more to steam of poor fellows vynjuhali. And here I have got for the first time to a commandant's office about which so much already was naslyshan. When us have entered into a vestibule, we have found there in a heat the following scene. Behind a partition the person on duty gans with lychkami the senior sergeant sits at a table, holding on call a pen. Before a rack the sapper, judging by the form — still young, salabonchik is rumpled from a foot on a foot. It it is gloomy bubnit, probably, any more for the first time: — I drank grape juice... Hot... — Last time I speak, — threatens gans, — sign the report. — CHyo, I will sign, what I drank? I did not drink!. The sergeant in irritation throws the handle, leaves because of a partition and bitingly beats the sapper under edges — time, the second... — The fascist! Hans! — screams, having sparkled a sight, patsanchik. And itself by sight weak, sickly. — What have you told? — gans vzjaryon, it is revolted, offended in the best feelings. It beats the tell-tale under a spoon few times already seriously. That, easy, jumps on a room, tries to evade from blows. We, involuntary witnesses, only have time to be removed. — You will sign? — The sergeant bellows. — Not-e-et! Hans stops, takes breath. It is lost. Similar army oppressors, I repeat once again, are lost and even recede, having received from a victim repulse. But gansu to retire there is no place. It cannot release the sapper detained by patrol — so does not happen. — So, good, — it makes the decision. — tighten a belt, you will squat. The sergeant pulls out impatiently from hands sapyorchika its soldier's belt and reduces its length almost twice. The fellow tries to clasp a belt, having involved a stomach to a backbone, but cannot. The person on duty undertakes to it to help. It grasps the belt ends, pulls them on itself, curving the sapper an arch, and suddenly sharply beats him in a stomach a knee. That ohaet, is bent, but the belt is already clasped. — Now squat and consider aloud. The sapper starts to squat with the filled out person, but silently. — Aloud to consider! — Not mo-gu, — the victim strainedly squeezes out, — to air is not present... However begins the bill. It is visible, that it is broken and just about will begin to cry. I understand not at once, what for all it is necessary. Hardly pogodja all is explained. Suspected in pjanke the soldier breathes already all interior. The sergeant calls up two patrolmen, they aloud testify, that-de from the arrested person «the alcohol smell» extends and sign the report. In this business are necessary, it is necessary to understand, the order and justice — without the report of the person have no right to plant for reshtku even for one night. Speaking frankly, I was still so is naive, that in the first seconds when has seen on a place on duty not the officer, and sergeant, have started. I have thought: the brother, srochnik, it will understand, that I sober, and the beer smell is only for officers a crime. After all there can not be it such skin, such the swine that the same soldier, as well as it, only with other emblems, to bring under a monastery. I even during that first moment have forgotten, that ordinary dogs have resulted me here in general... But, attentively having seen a scene, something even known picture Iogansona which has reminded to me «Interrogation of the communist», I mentally about myself have sighed: and so that such — gans! Certainly, when my turn has approached and me have asked: «Saws?», — I have reasonably answered at once: — Has drunk it is sensitive. — The report you will sign? — I will sign. And soon with vypotroshennymi pockets and without belts has come to be in the chamber with a timber floor, concrete rough walls and a lattice from thick rods to a ceiling as in a menagerie, allowing the man on duty gansu from a corridor to observe clients. The chamber has appeared overflowed — probably, many sappers have celebrated day of a soldier's pay sacrifice Bahusu. In kletushku about three on three metres have managed napihat not less than twenty persons. Some, most criminal grandfathers and dead drunk sappers, laid on corners on a floor, others sat, having drawn in feet, and two-three the youngest and silent had even to stand, by turns replacing each other. Dim light of a weak lantern under a ceiling gave a gloomy kind to a picture. The hardest stench from portjanok, peregara, secretly smoked cigarettes, urine and man's sweat was condensed in such dense smog, what even podtashnivalo and the head was turned. On the happiness (as resembling, in the most improbable occasions we are ready to count ourselves happy!) it was possible to me directly at a lattice where was nevertheless posvezhee, to land in a sitting position, having buried knees in a chin, but, of course, about any dream and speech could not be. I thought. Reflected. And, certainly, not about harm of drunkenness and not that I should not even look now at alcohol. I, on the contrary, seeing is blissful sleeping nazjuzjukavshihsja soldiers round myself, have seriously regretted, that itself not nakljukalsja as follows — not so is insulting. And I thought, by a youth of years, with maximalism inherent in age, of how the life is ridiculously arranged, and the person in it — a mote deprived of civil rights, from it does not depend absolutely anything: neither its destiny, nor destiny of the world. When the person becomes rather free? Certainly, the philosophy asserting is very tempting, that freedom of the person is concluded in him. I, say, should be internally free, then-de and in smelly chamber KVZ I will feel euphoria of happiness, I will be quiet and is blissful lybitsja. But after all for this purpose, I argued, it is necessary to be the strong, proof, ascetic person — such minority. And if I am weak? If I am ordinary? If I — from millions? If I want, that the external circumstances depending, by the way, from same biped, how I, have ceased to test at last me for durability and to humiliate? Well why, why I should be at present in this stinking overflowed cage, on rigid to a floor? After all to me today it was executed twenty years! I should sit at a celebratory table, pure, cheerful, elegant, in a circle of people liking me, to be rather happy... The tremendous question of one of Dostoevsky's heroes Was recollected to me this bitter minute: who it so scoffs at the person?. Very dreary and never-ending there was this stuffy night. And more my mentality could go through a shock the ugly scene played on a kind at all. One sapper, judging by a kind — from old men, and old men priblatnyonnyh, but shaky (the terrible army type most, maybe,), has suddenly entered into a drunk passion and has started to be got. As it was possible to assume, the younger sergeant, dense, with the thick back, snoring, laying prone, on all chamber, something to the dream has vexed criminal, something has offended. And here now, when the healthy fellow was chopped off, this hanurik the dribbling has excited itself, was boiled and has begun a concert. The blessing, spectators was going to much. At first it was accepted oblaivat sleeping and to stick with its fist into a back. That continued to snore. Then the mean has grown bolder and, having swung, sadanul a fist of the guy between shovels in full force. Also has calmed down, having been frightened. But the sergeant knocked down by wine and having, probably, very thick skin, has not reacted almost. It has only distorted shovels. And here then the jackal has climbed up astride his foot, has linked fingers of the hands in the lock and, grunting from natugi, the beginnings from all to a move to beat off sleeping kidneys. All as if have frozen, somehow even turned away, trying for some reason not to look on made, and, certainly, to anybody and in a head did not come to interfere. I do not know, how others, and I felt these seconds very nasty. But what, what I could make, itself still young, by nature sickly moreover sitting the most extreme? What to jump, start to make the way on heads to seize this animal?. Possibly, each of the others too during this moment stroked the conscience. At last the person on duty gans it is lazy has hailed: — Hey, will suffice there to rustle, and that on a floor I will throw! Mean creature as if the sated bloodsucker, has fallen off aside, and all has calmed down. Amazingly that beaten and has not regained consciousness though groaned, growled, creaked teeth, turned with a side sideways. But in the morning all of us have shuddered from its hoarse rattle: — Who? Who to me yesterday kidneys otshib? Who? Hanss? Or here? Who? Suki, I learn, now I will strangle on a place!. Its executioner (and, judging by grimaces of the healthy fellow and groans, kidneys have been beaten really off) and has fallen asleep nearby, under its side and now, having sobered up and having overslept, on eyes grew stiff with melancholy fear. He extended pupils quickly looked at each of us — do not ruin, brothers! — and we again turned away. Than all it has come to an end, I do not know, for me the foreman of ours roty has come that minute. But I already knew, that this stuffy gloomy night was for ever embodied in my memory and if I can go mad on a sort or spitsja, it will be shown in nightmares, and it to me is perfect for no reason at all, will nail for no reason at all on kidneys or, even more monstrously, as a result of fantastic direction of mentality in a role kata there will be I and will voluptuously transform into the cripple any helpless not resisting victim... The most usual business, that the story-teller always the person sympathetic does not wish to be accused in priukrashivanii and oblagorazhivanii own person, at us after all in the literature. I, out of doubt, also would wish to look in the opinion of the, and that mythical potential reader whom against will nevertheless to myself I represent, decently, but an angel of I do not consider also the natural weaknesses to hide I am not going to. And so, to condense socialist realism of the given notes, I will tell about one case of my hit in KVZ. I went already a demobilisation. Moreover, this day, already in the end of November, to me should give out roundabout sheet. Even on the citizen the person, being discharged at job, having decided to change it or to leave in other edges, is ordinary excited, full of any hopes, expectations, more shortly, is, if it is allowed so to say, in vstrepenutom a condition. (By the way, when you will read in the newspaper an enthusiastic note about any worker who has worked on one place all life becomes smurno and it is mournful on a shower — the person has managed at own will monotony of the daily validity to square.) and it is easy to present to itself, cht ό the sheet for the soldier who has served two years means roundabout. I knew in advance, that the moment will be one of the most topmost moments of happiness in my life, when I will step in full dress for a check point never to return. And suddenly — accident! Roundabout it is ordered not to give out yet. The reasons did not speak. Hearings that Chineses are again guilty at once have spread... In a word, the absolute occasion has turned up to be upset, and I have used it to the full. Has just appeared in time dembelsky transfer. I as did all strojbatovtsy in such cases, one month prior to the roundabout have written the official report addressed to the commander of a part: so supposedly and so, I ask, yours vysokoblagorodie to send from my personal account two hundred roubles to my mother for material aid rendering. Mum, having received to this explanation, half — hundred roubles, has sent for me back on one civil address. Thus, I for some time have turned in Kreza. For uninitiated, fondly assured, that the soldier, preparing for departure home, can not worry about what, say, on it puts and dresses the state, for such laymans I explain: even in usual army the demobilisation before the service ending is spent fairly enough, and in a construction battalion sappers prepare for a transfer to the reserve shchatelnee as Zhvanetsky speaks, than other bride to a wreath. Any soldier respecting and even not respecting if those exist, will not go home in that equipment which is put to it and in general behind it is registered. In company kaptyorke on each of hundred twenty numbers always hang paradka and an overcoat, there are black soldier's boots. But all this such, that can put on itself only young, released in dismissal, or a scoop going to holiday home. To a demobilisation under unwritten army charters all is necessary with igolochki, new and sparkling. Certainly, all these efforts it is possible to consider for nonsenses and to nobody the necessary foppery. Besides if to take into consideration, that money, time and tiresome work ratnika are spent only to reach from a place of service to the house yes couple of days to resemble in shape there, and then all magnificent soldier's dress goes on rags, vanishes. By the way, one of the most senseless expenditure of those fair expenditure that go at us in the country on army. All dembelskoe is bought, gets for nothing on acquaintance from fellow countrymen — foremen and kaptyorshchikov less often. There is, that other grandfather, poblatnee, goes and on a robbery — takes off with young a cap new shinelku, a belt. At me rich fellow countrymen have not appeared, criminal I, fortunately, were not, therefore it was necessary to fork up. The overcoat was possible to buy in next a shelf cheaply enough — for a tchervonets. Boots chromic were on sale freely in city shoe shop, twenty eight roubles cost. For the five the regimental shoemaker has cut off on them in a fashionable way heels and has made a magnificent accordion on tops. In a garrison little shop I have got: a sports knitted suit for a role dembelskogo underwear, a small small suitcase, woollen gloves, a belt and, the main thing, braces — naimodnejshuju in army a thing. paradku — and trousers, and kitel — me my pupil and the successor on posts komsorga and the artist roty has presented young Brazhkin. I, certainly, not that that have elicited it, I have simply explained Brazhkinu, that its new paradku all the same or will take away a demobilisation here, in rote, or kaptyorshchik will tyre out it among other on the party, and by then when will approach it, Brazhkina, a demobilisation, it to itself(himself) new paradku will get. Has carried to me and with a cap: One of staff clerks, scoop with whom I, being the editor of the regimental radio newspaper, communicated often and even prijatelstvoval, promised to me to lend the new officer cap with a condition, that after arrival home I will send at once its parcel back. It is necessary to recognise, that the fellow risked: there were cases, that gansy even from the demobilisations going home, removed officer caps and chromic boots... Such makarom, even after innumerable small expenditure for a gold band for serzhantskih lychek, on epaulets, the metal buttonholes, new emblems and other mundirnuju a tinsel, I had a considerable economy dembelskih capitals. And here a such stroke of bad luck — a clearing delay. I, exciting myself, warming up in a shower obizhennost on vicissitudes of life, have started wandering since the morning on the fighting post — in office ZHKU, providently having taken with myself the five-rouble bank note. I knew what to work to me practically it is not necessary, to us, to demobilisations, replacement from younger children, and we already prepared, coryphaeuses of sanitary business, played a role of instructors. More shortly, all conditions for gross infringement of labour and military discipline were created. In this office I had a friend from civil — artist Sergey, kind, quiet and talented, in my opinion, the guy of years of thirty, the Buryat on a nationality. As well as many talented people, elects Divine, Sergey liked to move apart borders of the boring validity in the most ordinary way — pitiem. Soon we already sat together at it in bindjuge where from one smells spirit varnishes, nitropaints and gasoline it was possible zabaddet, and, having uncorked the fire extinguisher "plodovo-favourable" and to bank of a sprat in a tomato sauce, specially, vinimo, let out in snack to similar nalitkam, have started to enjoy conversation of two — that there to be over-modest! — clever people. It is possible as much as long and to speak as much as convincingly about harm of drunkenness, and any sane person will not argue with it but how to understand then and to explain, why wine remains, on a being, unique cardinal means against loneliness why it so is dexterous and natural, becoming the intermediary between people, does by their such fascinating, open, witty interlocutors, gives dialogue possibility — expensive luxury most, as is known, on light, — why? I can not be kept not to result here Lev Tolstoi statement in transfer Bitter: «I do not like drunk, but I know people who, having drunk, become interesting, get unusual for them, sober, wit, beauty of thought, dexterity and riches of words. Then I am ready to bless wine». If not to my opinion to Lev Tolstoi opinion to listen it is possible, whether not so? ... Soon we with Sergey in most naiblagodushnejshem a condition walked along the street in a military station direction. I safely flaunted to counter patrols for there was any rule, official or homebrew, I do not know: the sappers going on a city with civil, not to stop. Certainly, if they outwardly behave decently. I behaved while decently. Moreover on everyone the fireman zazheval a nutmeg so breathed quite innocently. In a shelf I have run in a staff, have opened the zagashnik and have unfastened still pjaterochku. Artist Sergey this day has appeared aground. I treated. The idleness conveyor has got under way further, accelerating a course. With the wine we have got to any apartment where birthday of the mistress was celebrated, the fun smoke stood koromyslom... All has come to an end that I already one, having lost Sergey, has come to be again in a shelf, has again got into a staff, visors ostatnee and with most naiseryoznejshimi intentions has gone to unique city restaurant. Why me neither in a staff, nor on a check point have not detained — I can not and guess. Sudbishka sometimes throws out kolentsa... Here I write-describe, I try to make mischief, and — that a sin to conceal, I feel now myself not in the plate. Nevertheless at all our universal and daily brazhnichestve, probably, in genes of the person it is put in pawn — the relation to drunkenness as to defect. Any lost shame and conscience zabuldyzhnik, defying during the moment kajfovanija that he has drunk after that a first sober minute feels guilty and wrong. If not this terminator which has been put in pawn in collective human reason by the wise nature, we all for a long time already povyrodilis and samounichtozhilis, spivshis... And still, time of the beginnings, I will finish. Yes, however, it is necessary to confess in the little. I marched along the street already pozdnevechernego cities, absolutely having forgotten, that I am not free. Walked widely and delovo. At turn on the central prospectus when to restaurant where I quite seriously directed the stops in soldier's boots, with me the discomfiture has happened. These boots on the snow rolled by a sled have slipped, and I have landed on four points. Wished to jump vigorously, but it has turned out not at once. Alas, metre three should be overcome as though on karachkah-chetverenkah. In this shameful for any gomo the sapiens the moment any well-wishers, having picked up me from both parties, it is kind to me vspomoshchestvovali to rise. I have looked at these noble people to tell it the experienced thanks, and have involuntarily spat are there were two soldiers in shinelkah with red bandages of patrols on sleeves. Have arrived! I was in a helpless condition. And it, by the way to tell, the most terrible party of intoxication. The person in hop loses ability to protect — it is easily possible to kill, cripple, humiliate. On my happiness, at all contempt and dislike gansov to sappers, all of them rather allocated strojbatovskih sergeants and demobilisations with what I and was. And though in KVZ this night lodgers was a little, it has passed quite easy, anybody did not stick to me. However, in the morning when persons on duty were replaced, the new senior sergeant has tried was prikopatsja to me, say, a floor it is necessary in dezhurke podrait, but I, certainly, and under the automatic machine already could not to force be done it... However the basic test, I knew, waited for me in a shelf. Soon I stood, having lowered eyes to a dale, before bagrovo-grey for anger the commander of a part. It just, puffing, has broken serzhantskie laces from mine an epaulet and now, screaming, shouted: — The swine! Pjan! I you bare a postthreshing barn! You at me on the night of New year roundabout will receive sheet! You at me the private soldier home will go!. I was silent. — You good for two years of service have not made anything, a reptile! You only to break Komsomol meetings are able yes to drink!. — A companion the colonel, I in rote has made the Lenin room, metodkabinet in a staff almost already I finish, — I have dared to remind that, happened, nights without a break I pore over tablets and stands, ruining the sight, earning a hump. — You have crossed out all yesterday's pjankoj!. I Finish, I finish... — has imitated, ceasing, the Pug, — and the end-edge it is not visible... — As, — respectfully, hoping for happy end, I have interrupted the crimson father-commander, — already all stands are ready, to hang up remains... Is you to hang up it is necessary, the swine! — colonel Sobakin suddenly has again blown up. Here also talk here! Sadly... <<<(P. 2) (P. 4)>>>
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