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- Where'd he go?|- Password, I said!

That damned owI again!

Go to sleep. Your watch is up.

...in the immediate proximity|of the enemy...

are fulfilling their duty day and|night...

And today I got two notes,

Very cryptically drawn.

Every line contained just dots,

For me to guess it on my own.

How am I to find|What is on his mind...

Ivan, come here!

I'm going to tell you the truth.|This will be a hard time for us.

Old partisans know only too well|what a siege means.

It means Hitler's "all-out war".

His objective is to exterminate|all of us.

Our duty is to defend to the end|every territory

that the High Command|has put into our hands.

But the situation is complicated,

and it's going to change every|moment.

So we must be vigilant.

You have a weapon in your hands|and a head on your shoulders.

Or, as our Commander says,

to live and never say "What the heck"|is not my way.

I've said it before, I'll say it|again:

A partisan never asks how many|fascists are there?

No. He asks, "Where are the fascists?"

Well, right now, they are here,|on our soiI.

Every one of you|helps decide

how long this war will last.

We won't have any cowards here.

Not one of you is going to be|a coward.

Their main weapon is fear.

They want to make slaves of you,|just bugs, to crush you down.

They're the ones who are going|to be scared of us! No mercy to them!

They don't deserve any.

We'll all be asked one day|what we did here.

Any wounded or sick?|Any who can't march alone?

There's nothing to be ashamed of.

We have to organize a reserve|station in any case.

- No wounded or sick!|- No one playing tricks!

You see, my boots are no good at all.

Swap boots with the new one.|He's staying behind.

All sections, by fours, fall in|and follow me, forward march!

Move it! Move it!

You heard the commander?|Come on, sit down.

Let's go, men!|Don't fall behind!

What's your name?

Fliora.

And your first name?

That's it, Fliora. Florian.|And yours?

Rose. Rose of the kolkhoze!|Ever hear that one?

Tell me, how did you get here?

They deported me to Germany.|But here I am!

They rescued you? Kossatch did?

I want to ask you, Rose, you were|all dressed up over there. Why?

Where was that?

This morning, in front of the men.|I couldn't get it, Rose, really.

My name is Glasha. Glafira.

You understand now, idiot?

- What's wrong?|- And what's wrong with you? Fliora!

Just exactly what are you doing|here?

What, they took pity on the little|one, leaving you here?

Kossatch took pity on you?

Pity?

Yes, pity!

They'll be lucky if I take pity|on them!

He can pity, yes, he can.

Only it makes him cry in his sleep.

Kossatch? Cries in his sleep?

He won't last long.|I'm telling you that.

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