svyatkin’s son turned exactly one year old today, well, yes, before we had time to leave the company’ies began to rain down on me in the first battle, it was blown away that i wouldn’t see a century of freedom, well, no, i congratulate you, then what, next, next, there will be a war, lieutenant, then bang-bang, nothing. i think so tomorrow, so i have the right to celebrate my son’s birthday, if i didn’t have my own birthday, i’m one of the street children, in short, there is moonshine, but this guy changes the sugar, so i ask, the first and last time i ask, lieutenant, let me have a sip with the boys today, so for my son, i wrote to the guy so that he was a man, so that... i had a chance to sip what i don't want him to turn out to be cheap, friend! i have nothing to give you for your holiday, take my bread, take my sugar, herring, everything you need, i’m sorry, dear, i don’t have anything else, well, respect, so what? why are you silent, comrade junior letena, can’t you, well, sugar belongs to the platoon, hurray, brothers, let’s drink, that means without sugar, for the health of the