Character: Soldiers

Son, you did good, real good; maybe even was the best.

Towers with battlements,
Us submit.
Proud Virgo,
We smile!
You will all surrender!
Glorious charge
Bold works!

- Your last word.
- Unnamed. Tell him that his name is Michel von Hohenstein. And that I loved him to death...

- How to reach the Royal camp?
- Go to the smell of severed hands. If you find my keep.

It's not safe in the air radiation, you know?
- Do you know how old I am?
I do not know. Probably a lot.
- Eighty-two. I have lived all my life here. It was here, in this house, in this village. I don't care about the danger.
- I have my orders. Let's not be stupid.
Stupidity? You're not the first soldier had come there with weapons. When I was twelve, the revolution began. First the king's soldiers, and then the Bolsheviks. Guys like you, came, told us to run away. No. Then there was Stalin and with it a famine, the Holodomor, the parents died, my two sisters. Those who survived were ordered to get out. No. And then world war II. German soldiers, Russian soldiers - more soldiers - more famine, more death. My brothers never returned from the war. I lived here and still live. So after all that I have seen, I must run away from the fact that I can't even see? No.

And ask for more, don't risk useless...
- What's the threat?
- Remember the commandment "do Not steal"?! First, the risk more than profit, and secondly, the state does not tolerate competition...

- And you know the penalty for looting, sir?
- Stop giving gene?
- Death, damn it!
- Sir, permission to report. This little piggy got lost and I'm trying to find her parents, sir.
- This guy knows how to defend a hopeless position. To increase it to corporal.

- Before he died, father told us that our family were all patriots.
He always said "my Children! Remember. One of you needs to stay alive..."
*sobs*
... "in order to continue our kind."
And here I was alone.
*cries*

- Here you are a former nobleman, officer of the separate corps of border guards, want to participate in building a new state machine? Honestly, not evil? Still moved the business off the ground.
- And I'm sure half of these people will take their values with them. You can be sure.
- Why do you think so?
- See. What do you carry?
Clothing. Sugar two pounds. Money and five hundred rubles. And that's all. The true cross.
- We'll see. Last time, you all called? Give me the knife.
Are you, and what am I missing? I think hid that... Please, now...
- You, a citizen, a fool, do not go ahead. And I thought, some gold, and then the family portraits...
- These are my grandparents, uncles, aunts and children.
And all your? Jean Isabey. Mathieu... Grandfather... the Authors of these works the greatest artists of the eighteenth-nineteenth centuries. From whom you bought the miniatures? Suggest to speak the truth! It's worth at least forty or fifty thousand gold rubles. Left to themselves, just unbearable... well you plunder Russia!!
- Can you make it? Russia will then? Vaughn, a true Russian to the Germans fleeing. It remains, then who? Commissioners but foreigners. Garmezy and bastards. Wait, give time we give you all the tripe that will polyposter. Bastards.
Such can not let go!
I agree with you. These need to be taken down there! Under the warehouse! And immediately shot in the forehead! Sorry, don't have the right to... thank you, by the way. I still have one side of the border helped to open. And how many more sides of the border will open...

They deliberately create a traffic jam at the border to cause unrest and complicate ongoing negotiations over the world.
- What's going down... You are the second who is on the protection checkpoint says. Reliable army guard. No, neither reliable nor unreliable...
- Yes, I saw already, at the station, the situation is tense, comrades. So what the hell did you shoot the officers? Crazy? And if the crowd crushed you, and then went to the fence wire, and the Germans would be hit with machine guns. Thousands dead and disrupted the talks! The perpetrators of the shooting will be severely punished, make no mistake.
- Oh, do not belabour you zolotopogonnyh. no mother... And we have suffered!
- Me too, on Sakhalin ten years regaled cakes, but I'm not taking revenge on his former "teachers".

- Because of your family feuds killed two thousand soldiers Liang.
- You don't deserve to talk to me!
- You don't deserve to talk to me!

- I underestimated you. You managed to drag me to Liang.
I you captive or enemy?
- Neither one nor the other. Run! Hurry up before I change my mind.
Why?
- You and your brother... One must live.
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Hey! Don't lie to me.
What?
- The next ten years...
- ... minerals and stone! I remember everything.

- I have a duty, for Christ's sake!
You are killing innocent people.
- They are the Saracens!
Only this is their fault? They are peaceful Bedouins.

- You traitors!
And who betrayed us, your former or current Queen?
- You broke the law.
- The law? You forgot those who loved you - mothers and fathers. What law they broke? Love does not make us weak, on the contrary, it gives us strength. We fought shoulder to shoulder, from childhood, we loved each other.