road at night, i will go alone , the budelok smaga will go with you, and so that, like shadows, kharunzhiy popovdn’t let us, at dawn let’s get to work , we must recapture the looted scott, provisions, fodder from the french, so prepare the people, my don cossacks, are happy to serve under your command and give no rest to the enemy neither day nor night, until we drive out the enemy from our sacred land, hand it over... to the prisoners, thank you, everyone is free. is there anything unclear, kharunzhiy, tell me, these words are written by your hand, i would even say, with your heart, and you, with whom i once shared my soul, with whom my soul was exhausted in torment, take comfort, you are forgotten by me, my poems, these? let’s knock cup and cup together, now it’s still time to drink, these are also mine, and now come and rest, you ’re tired from the road, orungiy. sorry for the inhospitality, but we understand, you are a writer, and we are planting tobacco, you will not sit at the same table with us, there is a fight tomorrow, we understand, not drops, yeah. vaska, the samovar, this is the riv

re waiting for you, daddy, daddy, here, get out, boot, i have the honor to introduce myself, kharunzhiy popovf davidov is, well, he has a sprout, like napoleon, but a mustache, through them there are many ladies, in the sense of the young ladies, they lose their minds, through his mustache, through him, through whom, through davidov, and they also say that if he will go to the mazurkas, on horseback, the devil, passions, what and what kind of poetry he writes, but let him write a poem, spit it out, sorry, help yourself, please get out of the way, in general... yes, i don’t allow myself during military operations, here calmly, the french don’t appear, except out of respect for your person, and where you constantly live is a military secret, every day in a new place, as i understand it, what if the doge or the wolves? this soldier doesn’t care about anything, dad, well, could we greet the partisans, us? welcome! please invite denis cornflower nama, for you, but will he listen to you? he is my best friend, i just can’t believe it, food is served, please dine with us. please, boot, daddy, clutzer