The battalions are asked to fire (№ 369358)

I to you not the face! Understand? Came thing smacks sagely, and I know there is! Each officer, scream about the waste, the shot to edrene hair dryer! Where is the waste? Where? Let your will, to Siberia would skedaddle! Not tolerate gut - go away on a long trench that the soldiers did not see, and shoot! But silence! Silence!