Only Old Men Are Going to Battle Page #2

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Tomorrow we'll fly again...

Those evening bells,

Those evening bells!

So many thoughts

Their sound spells.

Of days of youth

In my home nest,

Where I was in love,

Where my parents rest...

You see, our Chairman was like that...

Attention! At ease!

It's kindergarten, not reinforcement.

Follow me!

Curly maple,

leaves so intricately cut,

By love smitten, I'm standing...

You'll get a punch.

- What are we doing?

- Washing, Comrade Commander.

You want a punch? Oh!

- Sorry, Comrade Captain.

- Guards Captain.

Yes, sir,

Guards Comrade Captain.

Greetings,

Comrade Commander!

- Training?

- Yes.

It develops the vestibular apparatus.

Go on, work out.

Attention!

At ease, Cossacks.

What's new on the musical front?

- "On a Sunny Glade".

- We heard it.

- "Blue Kerchief".

- I see.

- "Dugout".

- Good song.

May I join the line?

You may.

What tune were you singing?

Darkie.

Sing it. You know the words?

Don't chicken, Darkie.

You're a fighter pilot.

Well, it goes like this.

In the summer, in the morning,

At a garden I dropped once.

There was a girl, a Moldavian darkie,

She was gathering some grapes.

I'm blushing, I'm paling,

I'm about to tell her that...

Comrade Commander, please enlist me

into your second squadron.

- Me too.

- Me too.

And us, too.

- What school?

- Orenburg. Accelerated training.

I see. Takeoff-landing.

What do you play?

- Meaning?

- Musically.

Nothing.

You don't have to be a pilot,

we'll teach you flying anyway,

But a musician you have to be.

- I think he's weird.

- What?

School?

Dutar... I mean, Orenburg.

A dutar, I brought it with me.

A harp.

But I've hated music since I was a kid.

We're at war, anyway.

Wars come and go,

and music remains.

My dad said so too. He's a prominent

professor, a paleobotanist.

So you're a child prodigy?

I'm here not to enroll at

a philharmony, but to fight.

- Junior Lieutenant Antonov.

- Here!

- First squadron.

- Yes!

- Junior Lieutenant Zairov.

- Here!

- Second squadron.

- Yes!

- Junior Lieutenant Sabdullayev.

- Here!

Second squadron.

Yes!

- Junior Lieutenant Shchedronov.

- Here!

Second squadron.

Yes!

Tomorrow, at most the day after

tomorrow, the war will be over.

As soon as they know

about our reinforcement,

the Luftwaffe will run for their lives.

- Eagles.

- Wolves.

Cadet... Lieutenant Alexandrov.

Why are you standing there?

Second squadron.

Yes!

Right dress! Attention!

- As you were.

- As you were.

Here're your horses, here're your

mechanic nannies. Get acquainted.

Eagles!

- Who's Alexandrov here?

- I'm Lieutenant Alexandrov.

- I'm your mechanic.

- Are you? Great!

Are there enough planes?

Fear not, you won't

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