i was in novosyolki last night, they collected bread, potatoes, even salt for us, just... we need to bring it, we won’t go to waste, oh, but they said lessons, i don’t worry, lessons won’t leave you, but holidays, right after the victory, i promise, why hesitate, just eat for the last time. what is your name? this is boriska. how did you get here? he's hiding somewhere here, the commissar and i looked for him, didn't find him, he's running away. do you want to join us? no. why not, but how did you know that we are here? i’ve been watching for a long time, but why did he show up only now? it became quiet, did you have some trouble? do you want to study? and i would be glad to study, but the grip wouldn’t let me in, are you writing poetry? no, poems! knees, do they have names, what are they? abormota number one, abormota number two, abormota number three, what's the point? it will be easy to cram, it’s a pity that we don’t go through it. read it. well, do you read it? they laugh. there won't be any more, please. okay, a long time ago. this was before the war, all the guys