Character: Fedor

- Why do not you drove me then?
- You had an accident. Judge you may be the only one who can make the worst. Stay.

Just think, the bride has escaped! Should be happy. Penny it cost, if such a handsome man, a real hero, some sort of rear rat I traded it. She's my happiness was lost, not him! So it should be! Unworthy! Small her little soul! Do they understand what cross pain you bear for them? Are you against the worst survived, against death. Her eyes saw himself in her Breasts were, and it is negligible the test of time did not survive. Like her, our men's universal contempt! They have no forgiveness!

- Well Done, Irene! Will live.
- I hope. If you die, it is just disgusting.
- Oh, Irina, you have to be born a man.
- And me and the girls is not boring.

Hold on, they say, comrade Borozdin, to the last drop of blood! Beat those damned Nazis! And we at the plant here in the rear, will be fulfilled and overfulfilled. All that we know. Better sit down and have a drink for my son Borka.

Who will not return the monument to the sky, and every name in gold.

- Life on earth haven't arranged so neatly as we would like. Here you go to war, Boris...
- Well, let's have a drink.
For you.

- Do you think that someone's son to war send want?
- Are you talking about?
- Or do you think that your well-being, for your life someone has to lose hands, feet, eyes, jaw, life?! And you - for nobody and nothing?

Love is mutual dizziness.