Character: Alexei Turbin

And of all the socialists, I hate Alexander Fyodorovich Kerensky the most.

- Five percent, and ninety-five - Russians! ..

- Not true! Turbin shouted thinly. - You just need to have a head on your shoulders, and you could always come to an agreement with the German. It would be necessary for the Germans to explain that we are not dangerous to them. It's over. We have lost the war. We now have something else, more terrible than the war, than the Germans, than everything in the world. We have Trotsky.

Why, if from April, instead of breaking this vile comedy with Ukrainization, he would begin the formation of officer corps, we would now take Moscow. Understand that here in the City he would have raised an army of fifty thousand, and what an army! Selected, the best, because all the junkers, all the students, high school students, officers, and there are thousands of them in the City, would all go with a dear soul. Not only would there be no spirit in Little Russia, but we would have swatted Trotsky in Moscow like a fly. The very moment: after all, they say they eat cats there. He would, son of a bitch, save Russia.

“Think for yourself,” the elder begins, “is it conceivable that the Germans would let this scoundrel close to the city?” Think, huh? I personally have absolutely no idea how they will get along with him even for one minute. Sheer absurdity. The Germans and Petliura. They themselves call him nothing more than a bandit. Funny.

- They cannot have the word “whale”, because there are no whales in Ukraine, and there are a lot of everything in Russia. There are whales in the White Sea...

Well really? In mockery we have given to him, or what?

I will not lead, because in the shed I'm not. Especially because this circus will pay with their blood, completely pointless, you all...

White movement - the end. The people are not with us, he is against us. So that's it. The coffin. Cover.

Then one of you took the gun over to me... he had me scared.

- Yes, very I would be nice if it went into battle with this team, which was sent to me by the Lord God in your face. But that's forgivable for the young volunteer, is unforgivable to You, Lieutenant! I thought that all of you will understand what happened misfortune. That the commander of your language does not turn to tell shameful things. But you are perceptive. Who do you want to protect, answer me? To answer, when asked the commander! Who?
The Hetman promised to protect!
- Hetman? Great! Today, at three in the morning, the Hetman fled, disguised as a German officer. While the Lieutenant is going to protect the Hetman - his is long gone! He happily follows in Berlin. Simultaneously with this channel Hetman fled in the same direction the other rascal, His Lordship the commander of the army Belorukov! So, my friends, not only no one to protect, but we have nobody to command, because the headquarters of General gave the go along with it.

- Alyosha! Toes frost damage!
- Lost fingers to hell. It is clear.
- Well, what are you? Depart! Nichol, RUB it in his feet with vodka.
- So I let vodka foot RUB!