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gentlemen?

Fantasy - this is for a Frenchman or German.

And we need simpler and Pobol.

Well, good luck. Keep bananas

Use rubber.

Here is Russia, here is your home

The house in which we live.

Remember this, my boy,

The house where I grew up - Russia.

We return all go

Where relatives and friends where

Where the girls are tired of waiting

Believe me, soldier, and you'll come

In those regions where I grew up - Russia.

Tears of Mother utrem

And father glass nalem

Recall friend-Bratan

We will survive, my friends.

And back in those edges

Where is Russia, where I grew up

Where is Russia, where I grew up

Where is Russia, where I grew up.

For vehicles!

Silence.

Well, look alive, look sharp.

Yes, the place we are. All clear. "

Well, all with God.

Let's see.

- Take off your finger with a hammer, a fighter.

- Sorry.

In optics rifles Ashes

I get to know the local beauty

the corner - the sea, where people have a rest

from another, the normal world.

The road is well preserved. It leads

the Muslim cemetery.

Next to her, and is our checkpoint.

We are guarding the way into the realm of the dead.

Funny?

In these places almost never fought.

It is believed that there quietly and calmly.

Rural idyll breaks

only a sniper.

The essence of risk is simple.

It prevents live.

- Sniper... rat shot.

- What?

- I say, it seems, rat shot.

- Shot or "think shot?

- What have you there?

- Yes, we killed the rat.

No, little one. Animal, Rat.

Where? Take away it!

In the shelter!

You sew the flag that covered the coffin.

She also died in the performance

combat mission?

In fact, the state relies

hymn perform...

or sing. Words knows who else?

Yes, and fireworks are usually shot,

Only, I fear, Ilyich would not understand.

Today we see off in the last path

our friend, that is, our military friend,

who shared with us

all the burdens and hardships of war.

She never complained for a long

transitions, for long hours on duty.

His body is covered

friend from enemy bullets,

insidiously released at the time

raising the national flag.

Rest in peace, dear friend...

No, dear - it is civil.

Rest in peace, comrade.

We will avenge you.

I personally swear like rats destroy

local hazardous guinea pigs.

Bring down here!

You would only ernichat.

Come on, Gavrik

we all understand.

Like hell you do not understand!

Leave me alone.

Ash, as a sergeant Boeing, stubbornly

ignores nicknames, calling us by name.

So ended the first day.

Well, how are you?

Comrade Sergeant, for the time of service

accidents have been reported.

Everything is intact: forests,

fields, mountains and even the blue sky.

Only on the highway, we noticed 2

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