felfeder , you can be free, i obey, master, oh lord, and you speak smoothly in our language, gerofitsu, talk less, i’ve already told you everything that you’re a kokhoznik, a bolshevik, and that your poison is in the red army, this filfebel of your honor has messed everything up, he’s not a belmes in our opinion, how can we explain to him, they enrolled all the czechs in the collective farm, and son -in-law, son-in-law ? why didn't you, bashavik, leave with your people? where am i going to go? my home is here. now where does it know quietly, what is it? the roofs, it's warm here, so they're climbing, yes, crisy! there's not much on a motorcycle on our roads if you run over, now it's true. how far do you think we are from ours? they're dead, it's snowy! mr. oberleutnant, maybe we can come back? they're nearby! take 50 m to the left. and you go to the right. i can't see a damn thing. you should take a quick stroll and see where to go next, this whole show. there’s a windfall about four kilometers ahead, if we walk through it, we’ll get where we need to go; if we rush now, we’ll have to