alcohol, long-forgotten poetry, okay, private dmitry andreev went missing in november of forty-one near mozheiskeady told you where to go, they are looking for you, zoya, an encirclement, a desserter - it's not the same thing mitya, for many now it’s the same thing, nothing, the fronts haven’t gone any further, mitya , boy, don’t you understand who you’re dealing with, you’ll be sent to logging or shot, and you won’t get to any front, then what happened to me was a misunderstanding, i just ended up with a bureaucrat, and here you will definitely meet a smart, fair investigator, like you remind me of my father, do you remember him? he always acted as he thought, they did not spare him, there are honest and decent people everywhere, i believe in this, unbreakable, rabid romanticism, after all promise me that you won’t do anything until tomorrow, i ask you, now let’s sleep. mom, dad, don’t go, i’ll miss you, nonsense, go for a walk with musya, be a good boy, we’ll be back soon, my boy, we won’t be long, be a man. oh, ver, i wish i could run away from here, but i was thinking about running away some