Character: Viktor Myshlaevsky

What can you offer them? Leggings with piping? They can’t see this edge, now they are taking up machine guns, don’t you want ...

Wow, I saw the Sovereign Emperor in the curtain! "And shed tears"! ..

I love it when it's cozy at home: no women, no children, in general, like in the barracks.

- The devil knows what! Shame on you gentlemen.

He is looking for peace ... And without one to sit - is it peace? Read the same game! Here you have to turn your head. This is not poetry for you!

Go away from the king, but don't touch the ladies!

Should I drink vodka right now? Ile perishing then for dinner immediately?

What are you all beating, all beating? Golden hands - whatever it touches, everything is shattered!

- Zhy-dy, - drunken Karas shouted gloomily.

Gentlemen officers, all the hope of the City is on you. Justify the trust of the dying mother of Russian cities, in the event of the appearance of the enemy - go on the offensive with us God!

- 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!