Character: Malyshev

- Incomparable… Artillerymen! I won’t waste words, I don’t know how to speak, because I didn’t speak at rallies, and therefore I’ll say it briefly. We will beat Petliura, you son of a bitch, and be calm, we will beat him. Among you are Vladimirovites, Konstantinovites, Alekseevites, their eagles have never yet seen shame from them. And many of you are pupils of this famous gymnasium. The old ones from the wall are looking at you. And I hope you don't make me blush for you. Mortar battalion artillerymen! We will defend the Great City during the hours of siege by a bandit. If we roll this dear President six inches, the sky will seem to him no more than his own underpants, his mother's soul through seven coffins!!!