Movie: Officers

- Here's funerals.
- Come on.
Colonel Fedorov, a gunshot wound to the head. Sergeant Musatov, multiple injuries of the abdomen. Private Kravchenko, a severe wound of the skull. Lieutenant Kravtsov, gangrene of the lower extremities. Tanker, third-degree burns; Liubov, no documents... [feeding medical and personal documents of the dead, puts on the table the medical records with an attached photo of her son, Yegor and his bride Masha]

- Yes you in Russian speak, Russian!
Russian panimayu, to skacati not a magician!

What platoon, I can not sleep in a new place? Well, nothing. You have a whole life ahead! Get used to go to the commander only when he wants You.

- Platoon Commander Barabbas!
- Trouble again. [resignedly]
- The first law of military service, platoon - discipline. And You broke it today. He led the squadron without orders, without intelligence...
- George Petrovich, well, There seems to be abroad ran away.
- And You could stay without a head.
Nothing. Before the wedding live! [rubbing his black eye]
- "Heal"... they Have a thousand cavalry, and we have three hundred.
Three hundred, but what!..
- To think! The commander is compelled to think, you know? And not just to swing a sword!

- Shoot well?
- Decorated with red revolutionary trousers, comrade commander.
On Kaukura straight from the factory?
So the Komsomol ordered.
And to marry You, too, the Komsomol ordered? [Trofimov lowers his eyes] well, well, Well, well, well... It's Your own business. But the profession is necessary not in order to choose, and... calling.
- Well, what kind of profession? The military is... just such a service, that's all.
- And long You "just" going to serve?
- Until the victory of the world revolution!
- And then what?
- To teach go.

- Smoking is something you can, General?
Hard, hard.
- [taking the case] squadron commander. I kept! Well done! A real man was. How are you, Ales? As Luba? Egor had to go and... Colonel?
- Yegor died...
- Sorry Alex. I'm sorry. Didn't know that.
- There is such a profession, Ivan, to defend their Homeland.
- Drink Ales, the bright memory of Egor.
- Bright memory of all who died for their country.

Our steam locomotive, forward fly!
Stop in the Commune.
Otherwise we have no way
In the hands of our rifle!

Well, do you still not understand, grandma, that your tenderness you are ruining the future of an officer?

- Are you seriously still not married?!
- Met a woman like your wife here and married...

The first law of military service, platoon - discipline.

The profession is necessary not in order to choose a vocation.

- And you could be left without a head.
Nothing. I'll be fine.

- I want Vanya rose is not a Martinet, but a man capable of appreciating the beautiful.
Hippo, for example...
- Imagine that!

- Well, Hello, namesake!
Greetings, comrade Colonel-General!
- Absolutely stunned. Why are you shouting?
- Develop voice command, comrade Colonel-General!