matchmaker, subordination, only not a philosopher, but a philologist, but one hell of a literate, suborh! atybats went to soldiers, atybats to war, yes, we would steal, we would steal, we would steal, at least one, we would steal, we would steal, we would steal at least one, glad belarus, patched ukraine, yours is often young, they left. well, where will i send it? and you petrov, where are you going? what are you afraid of? will there always be management? so no, what should i feed them, and where will i sleep? you will receive rations for two hundred. well about to sleep like that, stupid songs to come up with enough initiative, but how can soldiers sleep, no, about the song it turned out like this: comrade senior lieutenant, senior lieutenant, unloading is completed, the company ordered the train to be withdrawn, give the signal, there is a train! “listen , maybe he’ll take away this dear drunkard, matchmaker, from you, never, well, comrade, lieutenant, how much longer, comrade, damn link, it’s time for the boys to feed, well, according to the map, 40-50 minutes, you’ll have to be pa