Text / (Russian) Yu Kolotkov
/ Li Zhifang In
the cold evening, the recruits and the people who saw off gathered in front of the meeting point. People want to take one last look at their relatives, they push each other and run to the door one by one. In the crowd, a girl and a boy with a childish face, a short stature, and a pair of catching ears always held hands. The people around were huddling around, but they didn't realize it, they kept staring at each other, tears welling up on the girl's face. (Note 1)
"Okay, don't cry..." The young man said, and he held it back, "Okay, don't cry, please..." The
girl shook her head reluctantly: "Stop crying. ."
"Just two years," the young man said, "two years in total, you know?"
She nodded hastily, daring not to say a word, for fear of bursting into tears.
"Rabkoni!..." cried the officer, "Rabkoni, is there a Ryabkoni?"
"Look, he's been brought here," the people laughed.
A group of people approached the gate: five lads carrying a drunk Ryabconi on their shoulders. Ryabconi waved his long arms and kept shouting like clockwork --------
"Brothers, friends, sleep quietly, I'm going to stand guard, they don't It will come to intrude. Brethren."
He was carried through the gate and the officer called to the next one, but the tall, skinny baby Riaboconi stuck his head out of the gate again and greeted the crowd with his fists folded in his hands-- --
"Brothers, the border is locked and the key is in the pocket." The
officer pushed him on the forehead and shoved him into the door, which closed immediately.
"Come in, I'm about to..." The
little girl looked at the scene timidly.
"Vorobyov!" shouted the officer.
"Yes." The boy replied.
The little girl trembled and grabbed the boy's hands subconsciously, as if unwilling to let him go.
"I will be back, only for two years!...I will definitely come back!..."
He ran towards the door.
"Chuganov." "Here."
The
fat, brown-haired boy ran after Vorobyov to the gate.
The boy wanted to be the last to enter the gate, when the brown-haired Chuganov gave him a rough push on the back.
In the front hall, recruits gather around the sentry. " Schoolbags
, bring them here!" the officer on duty ordered. "Put vodka, beer, and homemade wine on the table! If I find it, it will be worse. I will drive you to the North Pole to make popsicles."
And in the rucksack, upside down, reading the labels on the drink bottles.
The second officer quickly looked through the soldier's pocket --------
"Your girl?" the officer asked, nodding to the brown-haired boy, holding the photo.
The boy nodded quietly --------
"Isn't it better to save a seed at the end?"
Vorobyov looked at him hostilely.
"Why, she didn't let it? It doesn't matter, there's no need to feel sorry for her. Don't worry, there will be a way---there are other boys who will come to patronize your calf." The brown-
haired boy grinned widely . Laughing: "She will push her mother away before the train starts, put on her hat, and go find a boy for herself." The
boy didn't know what to do. She bit her trembling lips, looking very helpless. He tried to get into the crowd and get away from the brown-haired lad, who was still following him, haunted with vindictive satisfaction:
"Now we'll have two years to fight. Comrade Sergeant will make you submit there. Yes , she's spoiled here, that's how it is, that's how it is..."
"What is this?" The
officer took a hose out of a tall boy's schoolbag in surprise.
"You Cai, Comrade Lieutenant," the tall boy replied calmly.
The officer unscrewed the cover, took a sniff, squeezed out a bit and wiped it on his fingers, and took out a bundle of different types of brushes from his schoolbag.
"What are you doing, are you going to paint over there, tank tires, soldier? You'd better bring your easel, painter!"
"Gioconda!" someone shouted, and all the people would agree Laugh out loud.
The painter was not angry at all. He packed up the paint and brushes and put them in his schoolbag, without caring about the laughter of others.
In the corridor, Vorobyov (Note 3) walked very fast, as if running, followed by the brown-haired boy without a step: "Sparrow, do you think she will wait for you? She will wait for you. Letters in shoddy envelopes?" cried Chuganov. "You're looking for paper to write to her, and she's blowing her nose with your paper here...
"Listen," Woroby said. Jove turned around and said with a sob voice, "Why do you keep pestering me, and I don't care about you? "
"Oh, the sound is about to change." Chuganov cheered. "Why, maybe a slap in the face, come on." He put his face up, "Go ahead, things that fly around, think about your status, get it." " Chuganov said suddenly through gritted teeth, "you can write it here. He stamped Vorobyov's forehead and turned to leave.
There were two rows of barber chairs in a large room. The barber in the army was busy shaving the recruits; The hair was swept together and filled a large pocket.
On the farthest chair sat a sullen young man in a new military uniform. He shook as the barber grabbed a strand of his hair abruptly and cut it off.
"Don't move, boy . "The barber sneered," Know what the first prohibition of the charter is? Soldiers must resolutely endure all the burdens and hardships of service. "The
young man frowned and glanced at him with dignified and cold eyes.
"Why are you wearing a dress?" The barber nodded at his clothes. "Is service a holiday?" It was something that was thrown out anyway. "
"No other clothes." ' replied the boy.
"Listen to me, let's change," the barber suggested, "I'll give you my clothes and a pack of cigarettes. It's the same for you, and I'm going into town for disco and women, you know. "..."
"You arranged it very well." The young man said with admiration.
"Don't talk about this." The soldier exchanged glances with his own people, and they laughed, "Serving is a sweet dream, I don't want to oversleep. After taking the faders for a day, the commander went home to accompany his wife, and you, go to the city Drinking, looking for a woman..." He took off the hood from the young man, "Hey, how about it, it's settled?"
"It's settled." The young man looked into the mirror and looked at his freshly shaved head carefully, "Sweet dream, what did you say?" He smiled.
Suddenly, he grabbed the barber by the back of the barber's neck with his tong-like hands, pressed it down, and took the clipper and pushed it towards his bushy hair.
"Stop, bastard!" the barber yelled frantically. "Quiet, boy, have you forgotten the statute about burdens and suffering?" He threw it on the chair, "Okay, take care of the rest yourself." He walked out of the barber room calmly.
Vorobyov, with his shaved head already shaved, wandered around the recruit station bewildered. All floors, all corridors, all rooms and halls have hard benches.
Thousands of recruits, all dressed in old military uniforms, with the same shiny shaved heads, sat side by side in the same dazed way, so crowded that everyone could only squeeze their legs together. In this crowd experiencing great upheaval, there was nothing but the humdrum hum of humdrum voices. The internal radio broadcasts the names and room numbers of each team, and officers run back and forth with the roster in their hands
to find their own people.
"Excuse me, do you know where the sixth team is?"
Vorobyov finally asked one of the recruits.
"New here, isn't it?"
"Yes."
"Then, if you are told, don't run around. Listen to where your team is going first. If you go to the fleet or to the north, sit down and don't shout, there will be someone. I'm here to find you. The closer you are to home, the more obedient you are."
"No, I... I'm sorry, you can sue me..."
Vorobyov asked an officer who came running, but the officer ran over without answering, without even looking at him.
Vorobyov continued his search among the recruits. Suddenly in the dull noise he heard a laugh. In a corner at the end of the hall, a plume of smoke suddenly rose like a volcanic eruption, and there were people playing guitar.
He involuntarily slowed down and walked hesitantly towards that direction. This place is like a paradise. In the crowded situation, a few people here surround the stools and lie on it freely. Among them were Chuganov, Ryabconi, painters, and lads in dresses, shaved by the barber, who openly smoked cigarettes and drank wine.
"Sixth team?"
"Where have you been, Sparrow?" Chuganov laughed. "There's still a clear line! Get out of here!"
"Don't talk about it, Chugon." "What's your name?"
"Vorobyov. Volodya."
"Lyutayev, Oleg." He held out his hand. "Liut for short. This is Ruslan." He pointed to Pointing to the painter.
"Joconda!" everyone corrected in unison.
It seems that it is more convenient to call nicknames --------
"Riaba, Stas, Shere, Chugun. That's all for now."
Vorobyov hurriedly nodded and shook hands one by one. Finally, reluctantly, he reached out to Chuganov.
"Make a contribution, fellow!" Liutayev pushed the recruit sitting on the stool next to him with his shoulders, and then threw his belongings out. "Sit down, sparrow."
Qiaoconda handed him a bottle of vodka. Vorobyov awkwardly stretched his neck and drank from the bottle.
"What about next, Riaba?" Stas, a strong and sturdy girl with a round face and cheeks like a girl, asked hurriedly.
"Simply put, I overslept in the morning," Ryabconi continued. "I couldn't lift my head, I couldn't open my eyes, I was lying on the pillow and looking up, I saw a tapestry hanging in the room with a deer pattern. How come? This place? Hell knows. Can't remember anything. Also, there was a girl sitting naked and crying. Her dad seemed to be standing over a coffin and said over my head, "Hey boy, my daughter is 18 Years old, that is to say, you choose, or go to register, or go to carry a gun. "And so the provocative pulls the quilt over his breasts, droops his eyes, looks innocent. It's terrifying--like...like a fighting dog. There's a picture on the door, No need to lock. Looks like I'm not the first. Who can go to her place without haggling. I said, "Dad, you know what, it's better for me to lie under the tank than to lie beside her. . "So, I put on my trousers and jumped out of bed to run a race with Dad, whoever ran faster would carry the gun, and here I am!"
Everyone, except Chuganov, laughed.
"But I got married yesterday," he said gloomily. "I got married again, and I saw off again. Both things have been done .
"
Hi..." Chugong took a sip from the mouth of the bottle, gasped through clenched teeth, and suddenly laughed calmly and fiercely. "He said, "Okay, it's yours now, go. Bar. "Also said, "Now that I'm a wife, it's a done deal." "He's thinking, I'm not a good guy at all. I open the door and say, "Play for two years." "He shook his head and smiled. "The wife shouted all night, but you didn't touch her. "I said, "I tell you, I'll check when I get back." "I also said, "If it's not a virgin, I'll kill you!" Killed, strangled. "" He pressed the bottle hard, his fingers turning white, "I'll leave it like this." After drinking the wine in the bottle, he threw the bottle hard against the wall and turned his face away.
The barber with shaved hair looked around in the hall. The officer on duty followed closely.
"That's him." The barber pointed to Liutayev.
"Who are you referring to, kid." The entire team immediately left the spot, threatening to push at him, "Who are you referring to?"
"Everything is normal, brothers." The officer smiled and raised his hand kindly. "I'm sorry, I made a mistake, rest."
He pushed the barber to one side, and sincerely touched the back of the barber's unshaved head, "I'll shave it for you myself." Then he whispered, "This is from Afghanistan, to find fault."
The gang who went to Afghanistan People whistled, patted each other on the shoulders, and followed behind with bared teeth and laughter. They have shaved heads and look fierce and scary. Vorobyov, who was not confident at first, looked at his new friend and laughed at the top of his voice with everyone. Everyone is equal.
The noon sun scorched the people fiercely, and the scorching concrete floor was hot. These sweaty lads unbuttoned their winter jackets and padded coats, fanned the wind with their hats, and stood wearily beside the plane, looking around curiously. The airstrip runs along a narrow depression surrounded by mountains on all sides. The other recruits, led by their sergeant, had already moved to the military town.
"Our sergeant is finally here, isn't he?" Chuganov asked lazily, looking at the approaching sergeant.
"Look, it's like being straightened by a screw," Riaba said.
Everyone laughed. The sergeant did seem to walk with his back unnaturally.
After approaching, he glanced at the recruits silently, and asked without expression,
"Where did you come from, clowns?
" Group vocabulary spit out from mouth. He had a jagged, deformed scar on his cheek from the burn.
"I'm from Siberia, Comrade Sergeant!" Ryaba answered happily.
The sergeant was still watching them --------
"Call me Sergeant De Gallo," he said finally.
"What?" Someone didn't understand.
"Who's hearing is bad?..." he asked calmly.
"Stand at attention!" he suddenly shouted, "Button up and put on your hat!"
Everyone hurriedly put on their hats and fastened their ear protectors. The script for the movie
"Turn back!" The
lads turned to face the mountain.
"I hope, is everyone's eyesight normal? Look, this mountain is ours, and the one behind it is Afghanistan's. For those of you who go over there, don't let it go on the first day of the past, from now on I'm going to be training you 24 hours a day for three months. Whoever changes his mind, fly back in two hours. The others line up—run and walk!" The
lads in new camouflage Stand up in front of the barracks. De Gallo walked down the line, looking at everyone from head to toe in disgust.
"Private Chuganov." Chugon announced his name as the sergeant walked beside him.
"The belt is not for eggs, soldier!"
Chugong quickly fastened the belt.
"Private Bekbulatov," the burly Caucasian boy shouted with his eyes wide open.
"Private Starshchenko."
"Private Petrovsky," cried Gioconda.
"You're a painter?" De Gallo stopped.
"Yes, Comrade Sergeant."
"So, what are you doing here? Want to paint naked pussies in the urinals...I'm asking you, soldier."
"Comrade Sergeant, have you read that ?" If you believe Freud, any artistic creation is just the subliminal potential of human beings, including violence...the sublimation of potential." Qiao Conda answered without hesitation.
The sergeant was silent, staring at him.
"However, you can disagree with this view, because Soviet science does not recognize Freud's bourgeois doctrine." Gioconda smiled and shrugged.
De Gallo was still looking at him.
"Smart isn't it?" he finally asked.
"I was wrong, Comrade Sergeant, I will correct it." Gioconda laughed, "With your help."
Suddenly, De Gallo punched him hard. Gioconda fell, out of breath, kicking his feet on the ground.
"The first rule: Airborne troops must always be prepared for a surprise attack!" De Gallo squeezed a sentence out of his teeth. While speaking, he punched Liut in the stomach again, who was standing beside him. Liut stood firm and did not fall. De Gallo punched again, and more powerfully. Liut just narrowed his wolf-like eyes and looked at him.
"What's your surname?"
"Lyutayev." The
sergeant nodded approvingly and left, without looking at him, he bumped Liut, who had let down his guard, with his elbow.
"Second rule!" De Gallo shouted, without even looking at the fallen Liut. "Only the sergeant is smarter than the sergeant. Who doesn't understand? Who wants to talk? You? Or you?
" Jumping up to the nervous lads, "Forget everything you know and what your profession is at home. Remember, scumbag, you're neither smart nor stupid here, neither good nor bad, not a painter, anyway. You are nothing. You are not even human. I am going to turn you into human beings with these hands."
Behind the training city, the steep hillside was covered with a layer of sand from top to bottom, pointed like gravel. son. Soldiers, armed with ammunition and helmets, hurriedly loaded stones into the airborne rucksacks.
"I said, it's full." The sergeant kicked Stas's rucksack. "Can't you catch up the first time?"
"Comrade sergeant, a team only needs half a bag."
Stas charged at Those who climbed to the top of the mountain gestured.
"Everyone has to pack their rucksacks. And you, damn you," DeGallo grabbed Stas by his hand, "must have a belt of ammo. Who else has a problem?" He glanced at the others , shouted, "Are there such observant people? It's easy to go for a walk in the bushes without anything! But here, the more ammunition you carry, the better your chances of coming back alive. It's all clear, or One by one? ... Prepare!" The
soldiers slung their heavy rucksacks full of stones on their shoulders with difficulty.
"Mission: Destroy the enemy, occupy the high ground, and build fortifications." De Gallo shouted quickly, "Commander, prepare for action!"
"Comrade sergeant, the second unit is ready, and the mission is guaranteed to be completed." Liut did not pause. Replied.
"Forward!" the
soldiers shouted, dashing toward the hillside. The leather shoes swept across the gravel, their heavy rucksacks fell backwards, they clawed at the rock with spasmodic fingers, cracked fingernails, smashed their knees, climbed up a meter, and suddenly, slid three more times. Meter. The scorching sun at noon was unbearably hot, and the scorching air was no longer sucked into the hot and dry throats. The soldiers were panting heavily, sweat dripping from their helmets and into their eyes.
"Go, go!" The sergeant went up the mountain with them and kept chasing the people who stopped with his feet: "Don't lie down, as long as you run, you are alive. If you lie down, you will become a corpse." The
sparrow stumbled. Suddenly, he lost his balance and fell on the hillside.
"Come back!" shouted the sergeant, "the two return, the paratroopers will not abandon their own people!"
Stas and Gioconda crawled towards the sparrow, helped him up, and one pulled the sparrow's collar in front of him. One pushes behind.
Looking up, all I can see is the endless broken stones... The
eyes are full of red. Climbing over the gravel slope is preceded by a dirt slope, and it is easier to run now. There is a life-saving mountain top in the distance. When you reach the top of the mountain, you should take a breath, right?
"The first team is ready to fight!" A shout came from above.
So a team appeared on the top of the mountain.
"Team Two is ready to fight!" De Gallo shouted.
The lads threw their rucksacks and ammo belts as they ran and charged straight up the hill. After the first team took a breath on the top, it easily blocked the second team.
"Airborne, go forward!" De Gallo shouted, "Go forward! Don't lie down, go forward! Damn bastard."
This training is reminiscent of the "Hill King" game played as a child, only the game here is terrible, For this is the play of the sturdy little warriors; their faces are stained with sweat from the heat, and they become extremely fierce from the unbearable fatigue. Under the urging of the commander, they ran and jumped on the hillside and
climbed to the top again and again. Although their legs were weak and their arms could hardly be lifted, it could be seen that they were going to gnaw at the enemy with their teeth.
"Stop!" The command finally came. The lads fell limp, almost unconscious, on the hillside.
De Gallo stepped over the bodies and looked at them --------
"You haven't completed your combat mission, you're all corpses, and you," he kicked one of them, "and you." A second kick: "The black tulip weighs 200 kilograms and weighs like a block of lead. You know, it is very likely to be ambushed at this height. And an enemy machine gunner can hold the crossing at a high altitude, which means What are you doing?" He grabbed Liut's shoulders and shouted frantically, "You know what? When you can't advance or retreat, and you have nowhere to hide, all your comrades die in front of your eyes, and the bullets that come flying will also die. When I'm going to hit you, you know?...Stand up, stand up, damn it! Dead people don't need rest. Backpack down the mountain and run!"
There's purple, blue, and bruised lads Standing in a row, topless, bending over to wash clothes in a long, low sink. De Gallo passed behind them with a belt in his hand, and he raised the belt and pulled it towards one of them's ass---------
"What kind of people are the Soviet Airborne?"
"The Soviet Airborne is the perseverance of the armed forces, Glorious and proud!" the boys responded, not straightening up.
"What kind of people are the Soviet Airborne?" De Gallo slapped the last person's ass---------
"The Soviet Airborne is an enviable role model for all soldiers and non-militaries!"
Suddenly, The soap slipped out of Sparrow's hand, and he frantically grabbed the entire washbasin, and at this moment received a severe blow on his butt, causing him to bend over in pain.
"So what kind of people are you?...I didn't hear..." The sergeant hit two more people in succession, "You are a disgrace to the training team and me. Punish you for standing until you can't stand upright. Damn thing. ."
Under the watch of the sergeant, the lads pulled the sheets under their chins and lay motionless on the bed. The sparrow lay stiffly on the upper bed, as if paralyzed. Glancing sideways at the sergeant, he quietly retracted his leg out of the sheet.
In deathly silence, De Gallo walked out of the barracks, turned off the lights, and closed the door.
The lads rolled over in the dark, trying to sleep comfortably.
"Damn it! . . . Stas scolded in a low voice.
Everyone was silent.
"It's nothing, I just don't understand, why is the first team always in front," Liut said. Smoking cigarettes for an hour while crawling with legs crossed. And can easily deal with us. never take care of us. Even if everyone takes turns, one for us, one for them..."
"Because their sergeant is human and ours is a fucking..." Stas replied glumly.
"A lad from the previous batch . Said that, men, De Gallo must have tormented you to the point of spitting blood. said Riaba
. He wanted an extra wide bar when he came home from demobilization. "
No. . . he had a shock to his head. All his platoons were sacrificed, and he was the only one who survived. He was fired and sent here. He always wrote letters to his superiors asking to return to the front. But who would dare to ask for a person with a head injury. So I went crazy..."
Riaba took a depressing breath, "In short, we just caught up, guys, don't complain..."
The sparrow on the top bunk was like a child, resting his cheeks with his palms, closed Eyes closed...
At this moment, the light came on, and there was an urgent and powerful command that was as irritating as a belt was drawn on the body-------
"Get up! ...The first team gets up, the second team gets up! "..."
The boys who were not fully awake got up from the bed with their eyes closed, making a mess, grabbing other people's clothes and putting them on in a panic. De Gallo clapped his palms with the belt buckle and counted:
"Ten . , fifteen, twenty...it's time! The
boys stood in line in the room. Stas, under the sergeant's watchful eye, bent one leg like a rabbit to a boa constrictor, motionless, with leather shoes in hand.
De Gallo beat him hard with his belt . Give him a ---------
"Second team go to bed! "
"Two teams up!" "
The boys tossed back and forth.
"Sleep!"
"Get up!" The
sparrow jumped directly from the bunk to Riaba's head. They fell to the ground together, on all fours, straddling one another, dashing towards the pile of clothes.
"Sleep down!"
"Get up, bloody bastards!"
...In training camp, they hunched over obstacles and then did abs.
"Five, six!" De Gallo counted intermittently.
Sparrow's face froze with tension, and he tried to pout. De Gallo slammed into his stomach and Vorobyov fell convulsively...
. . . The lads were doing pull-ups on the horizontal bar.
"Seven, eight, nine." De Gallo ran back and forth, using the belt to help...
... His fists clenched too: "Twelve, thirteen, fourteen. Hurry up, damn it." Gallo stepped over them, rushing with his feet...
. . . They ran through the maze of polished iron fences, dashing from corner to corner like a kaleidoscope...
...they run on balance beams made of logs and master their balance. Chugong slid, fell and fell, covering his crotch with his hands.
"Come back, damn it, all come back. The airborne soldiers don't abandon their own people." The
boys turned and ran, scolding Chugong fiercely as
they ran... They ran against the plank wall and hurriedly turned over to the other side. On one side, complete the movement before the belt is lifted.
"Come on, damn it, the bullet isn't a belt, he'll catch you."
... They crawl through sticky, dirty puddles, under barbed wire just low enough for a man to crawl through.
"Head down," De Gallo nodded with his heel to the back of Gioconda's head, whose face was buried in the mud, "a stupid head is a gift for a sniper."
"Ten to the left, covert. Ten to the right. , concealed. Don't be seen by the enemy."
The lads advanced in short formations into the open field where there was no chance of concealment, they rolled behind the stones, jumped up again to the other side, and fell down again, on their knees and arms.
"Ten people to the left, lying down, ten people to the right, lying down. Damn you, you've been killed, you know? Your mother is reading your death book. Ten people to the left, covert..."
… …they were fully armed, carrying rucksacks with stones on their backs and standing under the gravel mountain.
"Commander, you're ready."
"Comrade Sergeant, the second unit is ready to complete the mission."
"Stop!"
Degano walked to the back of the queue to check, and pointed to Qiu Gong.
"Open the rucksack!"
Qiu Gong had to take off the rucksack and open it. The sergeant turned the rucksack over and dumped the rocks out. It turned out that the top, small rock was full of rolled up canvas. De Gallo raised his eyes slowly --------
"You can figure it out, soldier!" he said word for word, "training is over, come to me."
In the scorching sun at noon, young man They climbed up the gravel mountain again. They were panting with their faces on their backs, crawling on sharp stones. When they straightened up and looked up with their dirty, sweaty faces, a detachment of soldiers smiled and waited for them on the top of the mountain...
They lay silently in the dimly lit barracks, listening quietly. Heavy thumps and low moans came from the sergeant's room. Then, the door opened, and Qiu Gong limped to his bed, bowed, his legs weak.
Qiao Kangda turned around and hid his head under the pillow...
At this moment, the light came on---------
"Quanlian, take up arms!
" The magazine grabbed submachine guns, bulletproof vests, and ammo belts and wore them as they ran.
A huge full moon hangs over the mountains, giving the illusion of a theater prop. In the quiet night, the surroundings were all silent. There were only a hundred footsteps walking on the mountain with more than 100 pairs of feet and a hard gasp from more than 100 mouths. The sergeant's voice came from a distance --------
"Don't stretch too long, hold your breath." The
sky was dawning, and the first rays of sunlight came through the top of the mountain. The entire team was still running up the increasingly steep mountain road neatly. Looking down, there is a valley in the distance. There are flower beds, paths and model houses in the valley. This is a small military town. But all this beauty is not for them. The boys' eyes
just stared blankly at the wobbly back of the man running ahead of them.
The sparrow ran and ran, suddenly rolled his eyes, and fell down on his face. The people behind him didn't pay attention, tripped over him, and others stepped over him or bypassed him.
"Go back!" Degano shouted, "Team Two, go back, two people to help him. Hurry up and get the weapons and rucksacks!" The
boys took off the submachine guns, ammo belts and rucksacks from the sparrows. Liut and Gioconda helped him up and supported him one by one, dragging him on like a wolf with a sheep in his mouth. The detachment slowed down, and the other detachments did not slow down and overtook them quickly, disappearing around the corner.
When they reached the meeting point, Quan Company was already resting on the green slope. The boys fell to the grass.
"Here you are, damned sparrow!" Chugon threw the rucksack at Vorobyov. Ryaba tossed the gun and ammo belt beside the rucksack.
The sparrow sat with his hands on his knees, his back bowed pitifully, and he kept choking.
Liut took out the match with trembling fingers, tried to strike, but the match fell.
Gioconda lit the lighter with a "click", and the others grabbed his raised hand, facing the fire.
"What's the matter, Sparrow, every time I have to carry you behind my back?" said Liut, "Do we still have less waste of our own?"
"Kill me now!" The sparrow suddenly screamed, "Fight it. Let's fight!"
He suddenly rushed towards Liut and grabbed him with both hands.
"Go away." Liut pushed hard, the sparrow flew out and fell to the ground, choking hysterically, "I can't be like this anymore... I can't... I can't be like this... I can't... I can't... Can't..."
"Shut up you... Riaba searched around for a while, then suddenly threw him a small box, "No, just get out of here! When we meet tomorrow, list the instructions. "
"I'm going!" cried the sparrow, "I'm going!" ..., you look down on me, don't you? "He looked at everyone viciously, "I don't care." I also despise all of you, understand?
He spat, but the sticky spit hung on his lips. He wiped the spit with his palm and lowered his head quietly. "
Olia who is waiting for you there can't wait..." Chugon sneered. He winked, pointed at him and said, "What? Everyone stopped talking, no one looked at anyone, just took a breath and took a breath.
"It's still so long down..." Stas said, looking at Gu, "maybe, let's run down..." He nodded. Nodding, "So as not to be tortured again..."
"Listen to me, Pinochet," Gioconda suddenly asked Bekbratov, "Are you a Chechen? "
"Yes, what's the matter?" "
"Then how do you beat yourself up?" "
Look, how are they my own?" "Pinochet asked rhetorically. "Think what are you talking about?" My grandfather fought, my great-grandfather fought, my great-great-grandfather fought..."
"That's not what I'm talking about. "Joconda smiled smugly. "You are a Muslim, and there are Muslims there." Allah will not forgive. "
"Listen to me, don't make trouble, okay?" "
"Pinochet, have you opened the package (Note 5)?" asked Liut.
"What do you want?" "Pinochet became wary.
"Let's see." "
Listen, you're going to be shrimp." I show you. "Pinochet was angry.
Everyone laughed for a while and then fell silent.
"Tomorrow I will also quit, my friends..." Xie Lei, who had been silent until now, suddenly said.
"Mother has written a letter long ago," he took out the letter to prove, "she is ill. If she is killed...she has no one else but me...I won't quit by myself, but... What's the matter, friends?" He glanced at his companions: "No one anymore?..."
Everyone changed the subject --------
"The boys said, in Afghanistan, on a mission for a week, in the mountains Searching, repairing at the base for two days..." Riaba said, "But here with De Gallo, you won't survive the war, you'll die first."
"So what to do, Riaba?
" Ba took a deep breath, exhaled the smoke, and shook his head helplessly.
"How is it, Sparrow, it's settled?" Xie Lei asked incredulously, "Only leave together, right?"
Sparrow nodded in response, without raising his head.
De Gallo went to the set in a gown embellished with ribbons and medallions. The whole regiment assembled at the training ground. The head of the regiment, a sturdy man with no neck and short, stubby arms, spoke in a loud voice. His words were short and powerful, as if he was issuing an order to charge: "...On December 12th, we will set off. In the Kondagar Pass war zone, when evacuating , one of our platoons was caught in the fierce firepower of the enemy's superior forces..." In the
queue, the sparrow standing upright glanced at Xie Lei, and the other party nodded, as if he knew nothing.
The sparrow looked away. De Gallo shouted thunderously, and everyone fell silent again.
"The machine gunner of the Guards of our regiment's second company, Private Samelin, stayed by himself, covered the retreat of the comrades, and eliminated 8 active forces of the enemy. After the bullets were fired, he pulled the grenade and killed the enemy who surrounded him. For the bravery and heroism shown in the international aid of the Afghan people, posthumously awarded
the Order of the Red Banner of Private Sameerin! Look, this is how our boys fought." The regimental commander raised his voice, "In memory of our fallen comrades, The whole regiment salutes with guns!" The
officers and sergeants saluted, and the lads watched as the flag was half lowered.
Moments later, the regimental commander walked past the line and glanced at the soldiers who were watching him.
"Each of you volunteered to serve in Afghanistan. I have a question for you. Did any of you change your mind? I don't ask why, you can just continue to serve in the rest of the country... Anyway," he said Stopping in front of the team, "Whoever doesn't want to go to Afghanistan, get out of the line two steps forward." The
sparrow stood still, looking at his feet and stretching his neck nervously. Xie Lei looked at him in despair. But the sparrow's eyes turned to the other side, meeting the eyes of Liut, Gioconda, and the other lads. He glanced at the motionless, headless queue, his shoulders stretched forward, as if he was about to step out of the queue, but he stood still.
The regiment commander took a last look at the formation and raised his hand to the cap to salute --------
"Thank you!"
"Serve the Soviet Union!" The soldiers answered in unison.
The sparrow hung his shoulders weakly as if sentenced to death...
With the sound of 100 people shouting at the same time, 100 calloused fists were raised into the air. All turn around-------kick; take a step back-------defense; forward-------attack. Fighting an imaginary enemy—a daunting battle dance almost like a primordial ritual...
"With gun body, butt, top from the side; gun body, butt, sideways!" Sergeant shouted.
The soldiers wiped the sweat from their lips, shouted savagely with their already hoarse voices in their eyes, and fought hand-to-hand with the models made of sandbags. After stabbing the bayonet, he stirred it quickly, hit it with the heavy butt of the gun, and hit the eyeless rubber head with the clip.
"I didn't hear it, louder. . . Slap the liver, slap the face." De Gallo commanded, the rhythm getting faster and faster.
He jumped and ran to Stas-------
"What are you doing, bastard, kidding? Hit him, hit! I said it. You hit first. You go out to protect yourself. He took the gun and shoved Stas aside. "It's this, this, this." He stabbed the punching bag with terrible hatred, nearly knocking the model's head off. He threw the gun to Stas: "Okay, louder, don't be afraid. I'm not afraid, hit." Because of the heat and exhaustion, Stas, who almost fainted, cried out in despair, and rushed towards the model frantically and fiercely.
"Yes," cried the sergeant with satisfaction. "Break his ribs, knock out his teeth, choke his throat! Hit, pinch, hold, throw. Kill."
After a fight, the boys They knocked each other down on the hard ground.
"Kill him, I say." De Gallo grabbed Riaba's shoulder and shouted, "Fall down, kill him, understand what I'm saying? Damn guy. Only dead people don't shoot black guns." Pushing towards each other, taking a step back to see everyone, "We're going to work hard. What's the hesitation? It'll be good for you to take a little more time, you'll be stronger. Come and stick him." He instigated the lads to fight each other. . "Stop!" he shouted, pointing at the sparrow. "Soldiers, come to me." The
sparrow came up to him and stood face to face with him. "Listen, boy," said the sergeant, "have you ever had a fight? In the yard, even in kindergarten, for a shovel for sand?"
Sparrow said nothing.
"Come to me!" De Gallo nodded to Stas. "Stand at attention! Hit him in the face!" he ordered Sparrow.
The sparrow looked at Stas, who stood up straight with his hands down.
"Didn't you understand the order, soldier?!" The
sparrow raised his hand embarrassedly, and couldn't bear to hit him.
"Press your girl's pants!" Degano shouted. "I said, hit him."
Sparrow threw another punch, a little harder.
De Gallo shook his head in frustration --------
"Fight!" he commanded simply.
The two pulled up their stance and wrestled with each other. Stas approached Sparrow a few times --------
"Fight, Sparrow, come on." He tried to encourage, but the other party just defended himself, trying his best to grab Stas's hand.
"End your ballroom dancing," De Gallo called. "I said, be serious!"
Stas, who was getting impatient, punched Sparrow from the right, breaking his nose. The sparrow fell, wiping the blood from his nose.
"Stand up." De Gallo spat into his ribs. "Stand up, I say, fight."
Among the lads watching them, they circled again. The sparrow just covered his battered face with his hands and tried to avoid it.
"Hit, sparrow!" Liut couldn't help it.
"Hit, sparrow, hit."
Stas struck Sparrow's jaw with precision and force from between his hands. The sparrow fell to the ground. The sergeant came over, his heavy leather shoes beside the sparrow's face, and looked at him. The blood-covered sparrow tried to grab the ground with trembling hands.
De Gallo stepped over him in disgust. Behind him, Stas and the other lads rushed to the sparrow to help him up.
In the evening, the weak and exhausted boys sat silently on the grass behind the training base.
From time to time the sparrow sucked in through his wounded nose and licked his swollen lips with his tongue. The sun shone on the top of the mountain from below, and there was a clear cicada chirping from the silence.
"Go to Afghanistan quickly, or..." Ryaba said gloomily.
"Sparrow..." Qiugong called listlessly. "Listen to me, Sparrow."
"What are you doing?"
"Massage me—that thing's boring."
"Why let him do it?" It will hurt you." Xie Lei said.
Everyone smiled bitterly, but still couldn't lift their spirits.
"Look, Snow White!" Riaba suddenly shouted happily.
"What, where?" Several more people jumped up.
In the distance, walking beside the fence of the Military City was a slender girl, wearing a mini sundress of floral fabric.
"Hey, come here, come to us. Here's half a pine ball." Everyone immediately became active, some shouted, some whistled, and some waved, forgetting fatigue all at once.
"This is the most attractive." Qiu Gong said sincerely, pressing down on his crotch, "I will be excited until tomorrow morning."
"Who is this?" Sparrow asked.
"What, are you from the moon?" Riaba laughed excitedly, "She is Snow White! Sanitary officer. All the recruits in her hands can pass, and none of them fail. Special care for going to Afghanistan. The guys from the last batch said that they took her to the warehouse at night, and the whole company fought for her until the early morning roll call."
"What did you say, 40 people?" Stas couldn't believe it.
"I'll sue you, it's like taking a helicopter every three people."
"How much does she charge?
" I got home-made wine. I heard that the girl is the plague. You don't fuck her, she fucks you. There's such a woman's disease—the masculinity."
"What, what?" ask. He reclined his head on his hands, biting on a match. "New discoveries in medicine."
"Fuck you, scholar." Pinochet ducked, giving him a sly look back, eyes like While burning, he quietly approached Riaba: "Riaba, can you ask her to come?"
"No need for an appointment, she won't refuse, just like a Kalashnikov gun (Note 6). Take her to play. But where can I take her? You should get her after two shifts."
"No, men, go to the airport," Liut said calmly. "The recruits, they're about to take off, there anyway. Empty--------the Afghans won't send people here in the future. But we'll have to endure here for three more months." The
boys fell silent in disappointment.
"Listen to me, Liut, will you go?" Joe Conda asked, "After 40 people, will you go get this soap head?"
"Aren't you going?"
"I'm not going." Joe Conda shrugged, "Eat What other people have left is better to starve to death."
"But I ate." Liut stared at him angrily. "Even if you starve to death once, why can't you fall asleep? You're going to talk big, right? Give us three spoonfuls of sticky goo on the plate for dinner. Water, and then we have to run up the hills. I see you and your heifers walking outside the glass window of the restaurant just to get a chance and get the rest of the food? Right?” he shouted, Grabbing Qiao Kangda, "It's the same with the woman who is looking for me." Then he shook his head at Snow White, "There's no other way."
"Okay, guys, don't do this," said the sparrow.
"Shut your mouth, little boy. Smell the woman first, then talk." Liu Te waved him away, "I don't want anyone else, understand?" Liu Te shook Qiao Kangda vigorously, "You Remember, I don't want your pussy, but you don't touch mine. Leftovers, maybe, she's better than all your polite little pussies. Just one more word -------- just Can you bite the ground, understand what I say?"
He looked at Qiao Kangda angrily again, pushed him away, turned and walked towards the barracks.
"It looks like a wax sculpture." The kind major showed a small green square and handed it to Qiao Conda, "Look, press it, rub it. That's it." The boys around him began to rub hard, Rub your own cubes in the palm of your hand.
"It's easy to knead, and it can be made into various shapes," the major continued without haste. "It's like children's toys. Everyone has them at home. Everyone has pinched little white rabbits and little squirrels. But now your hands It's a very lethal weapon -- a plastic chemical weapon. Simply put, it's plastic. Of course, it has chemical formulas that you must know. It's irreplaceable, so to be a One of the necessary weapons and equipment for airborne troops. The question is: how to use it?"
Riaba, who barely restrained his laughter, quietly pushed Pinochet and gestured to Gioconda. Soon everyone in the team burst out of laughter. As usual, Gioconda quietly pinched the plastic into a giant phallus, complete with detail --------
"First, in the unassembled state, it's very safe. Well preserved, and always It's at hand. As I always say, it doesn't feel heavy when you put it in your pocket..."
Gioconda demonstrates for the Major's words: He bends the plastic penis down, how safe it is in the unequipped state, and it is always close at hand. The lads laughed so hard they couldn't concentrate.
"However, when used in military operations it is particularly effective and has great lethality..." the major continued expressively.
Gioconda frowned dignifiedly and turned his genitals into a fight.
"But there must be a certain skill to use it. Must be... soldiers!" the major commanded sternly, reaching for Joconda.
The sudden order overwhelmed Joconda. He gave his work to the major. The major didn't even look at it, and continued the class after taking it. As a warning he waved his plastic penis.
"There are two general soldier rules. First: the harder you knead, the stronger your grip. Second rule: don't go there and stick there. Find the opponent's weakness first. It's tucked inside, as deep as possible. I'll practice with you in the next class...
The lads barely hold back their laughs. The major narrowed his eyes and glanced at them, wondering how they could treat them with such joy Serious Military Questions-------
"However, this thing has no effect on its own. What does it take to make it explode? Yes, the detonator needs to be installed..." The
major demonstrated, he inserted the detonator into the plastic penis, and it was only now that he realized what he was holding. The
boys couldn't help it, they were laughing back and forth. The major blushed. --------
"What's your last name? "He looked up slowly at Gioconda.
"Private Petrovsky, Comrade Major." "
"This is fantasizing, soldier." ' said the major through gritted teeth, 'I must report to your commander. "
He walked away with the physical evidence, and the soldiers who were practicing beside him watched him leave in amazement.
"You're done, Joe Conda." "Stass said," De Gallo is going to call you after practice. Gioconda held his breath ,
frowned, and was on all fours, cleaning the rows of urinals in the toilet with his toothbrush.
De Gallo came in and stood behind him.
"Soldiers, come with me."
Gioconda followed the sergeant into his cabin and stood in the middle of it. On the table is a plastic penis.
De Gallo closed the door and sat on the sofa opposite without speaking for a long time.
"It's a good squeeze," he said at last. "It's lifelike."
Gioconda said nothing.
"Can you draw?"
"In general, I learned to draw." Joe Conda answered cautiously---he didn't understand what the sergeant wanted to do.
"Can you draw a portrait? It's that big." De Gallo gestured.
"Yes."
"I..." The sergeant looked away embarrassedly and began. Because of excitement, some trembling, speaking more difficult than usual. It's usually hard to see him not yelling or screaming, and he is embarrassed to speak in an ordinary state, "I...my girl writes letters...that's it...he took out a stack of letters," we met before the war, Always want my pictures. "
"But can I send this?" "He pointed to his burnt face, "I want to send an old one, it's all burnt out... Can you draw a picture without a scar?" Be nicer. "
Of course, it's just that the oil painting is not so fast, it can't be finished at one time. De
Gallo nodded and was silent again.
"I...after I'm demobilized, I won't go to her..." he said
sadly . Nervously overhearing the conversation in the sergeant's room in the silence, exchanged glances. Stas climbed out of bed and tiptoed to the door, ears pressed to...
De Gallo sat solemnly on the sofa in his gown and all his medals. Gioconda, as usual, was wearing his trousers and dragging his slippers, leaning his drawing board against the chair opposite the sergeant, habitually putting down his brushes and colors, and painting the background color of the portrait... The
sparrow was in a hurry, waving the sapper's shovel anxiously on the stone He was digging on the ground, wiping the sweat from his eyes from time to time.
"Five minutes," said the sergeant calmly, looking at his watch.
Liut, Gioconda, and the others went straight through the flat middle ground and into the pit.
"4 minutes and 30 seconds." The
sparrow's shovel dug faster, and when he reached the root of the tree, he couldn't help but screamed and began to chop down the root again.
"Four minutes."
Sparrow couldn't hold on. Looking back over the sergeant's shoulder, 30 meters from him, the engine of the tank was roaring. Hot air slowly emerged from the fiery iron armor. The tanker sat in the hatch, smoking a cigarette.
"Go for it, go for it." The mechanic winked at him. "Dig wider and you can make a grave. Flatten it."
"Hey, Airborne," the second tanker shouted happily , "Aren't there any human bones dug up in the pit?"
"We've dug them all for you, but they don't measure the size."
They laughed. The mechanic stepped up the throttle, and the tank roared. The sparrow shivered, pulled away, and continued to swing the shovel...
"Go." The sergeant waved the flag.
"You can't blame me for not hiding it." The mechanic threw away the cigarette and got into the hatch.
The tracks rattled and the tank rushed forward, biting the stone ground with its heavy tracks.
Sparrow hugged the submachine gun and curled up at the bottom of the trench that had just been dug. The walls of the trench trembled, and dirt and sand fell. The sparrow's helpless body clings to the bottom of the pit. The shadow of the tank covered him, and the tracks rumbled over his head. Sparrow finally remembered the grenade, he pulled out the clasp with trembling hands, chased after and threw it towards
the training behemoth...
"Look, I peeed my pants." When everyone gathered together, Qiu Gong pointed at Sparrow and laughed. .
The sparrow's trousers were indeed wet. He stood there and lowered his head, wishing to find a crack in the ground to get in.
"You guys laugh, but I slept on the sparrow's bunk," Riaba said. "What should I do, I'm going to sleep with an umbrella now, right?"
Everyone laughed again. The sergeant who approached silently slapped Riaba on the mouth with the back of his hand, and the laughter stopped immediately.
"What did you see, soldier?" De Gallo asked close to him.
"No, Comrade Sergeant." Ryaba dared not face the sergeant.
"What about you?" De Gallo turned suddenly to Chugon and hit him too.
"I didn't see anything."
"What about you? Say it?! Say it, I want to laugh too."
"Looks like it, Comrade Sergeant," replied Liut.
De Gallo looked at everyone: "Whether it's a runny nose, calling your mother, or even peeing your pants, just do it. If you don't do it, you will die. But he did.
" ...fire! ..." De Gallo commanded.
The lads lay on the shooting range. Dust in the distance flew around the half-height target. Liut grinned, as if frantically shooting at the real enemy. Sparrow blinked subconsciously, squinting with every shot. Gioconda was steady, calmly and intently adjusting the sight to the target.
Now, everyone is holding their own target. Degano walked past the team---------
"It's all down. Don't tremble when you pull the trigger, you'll tremble on the battlefield...it's normal...you, damned thing, can only watch Leigh Parked ..."
He stopped in front of Qiao Conda, looked at the dense perforations on the target, and asked, "Have you hit?"
"Never hit... Maybe it's an occupational disease, Comrade Sergeant." He shrugged, "Sight Good."
De Gallo looked at the target again. Pulling out a 5 kopeck coin from his pocket-------
"Soldier-------" He threw the 5 kopeck into the air and pointed...
Gioconda lay on the side, with his usual calm and Focused eyes on the shimmering coins. The lads gathered behind him.
The coin popped out of the chamber, and in the cheers of the boys, the pierced coin flipped over and flew high into the air.
The lads were smoking while the first unit was firing.
"Listen to me, Gioconda," Sheree said, "seriously, don't tell lies, why are you going to Afghanistan? Sit at headquarters, draw a little, and I'll want you. In general, absolutely You can leave the army."
"You won't understand." Gioconda, as usual, had a match in his mouth.
"Then tell me."
"Simply put..." Qiao Conda took a breath, thought for a moment, and said, "Look!" He squinted and pointed at the tank parked in the distance, "Beautiful? It's so powerful, there's nothing superfluous. Lines...weapons are the most beautiful things, created by the entire history of mankind..." The
boys looked at the tank in bewilderment, then turned to Joconda-------
"So what?" Xie Lei Shrug.
"There was such a painter in the Renaissance, Michelangelo. He was once asked how he created his own brilliant sculptures. He replied, "Very simple, I just took the stone and removed everything that was superfluous..." Understand? Beauty means nothing superfluous, no assumptions, no dross... In war, there is only life and death. There is no excess... War is beauty..." The
boys looked at each other. Liut spat fiercely---------
"I don't understand, Qiao Kangda, are you really a fool, or are you fooling around again? When his stomach is wrapped around the crawler, he feels beautiful... ...In our place, all the boys who passed the medical examination went to Afghanistan. Maybe, hoping that life would change a little. I heard that when he won the award for meritorious service, he would give it to the house... But he thinks it is beautiful, because he is bored and wants to play war ..."
Qiao Kangda squinted at the sun and just smiled.
The young man rushed to the gravel ground and started to fight in order.
"Fire!...Fire!...Fire!" De Gallo shouted as he knelt behind the skirmish line. "Reload." The
lads rolled behind the stones, lying on their sides, nervously throwing away empty clips, and then again Remove the new one from the ammo belt.
"Quick, damn it. Either you shoot or shoot at you, and you only have three seconds to live. Fire, fire."
Chugon shot with a large-caliber "Ujes" (note 7).
De Gallo lay on the side, watching through the binoculars, "Take low! Low, I said. On the hill, the bullet explodes, it bounces a hundred times, and there's gravel or whatever..."
Gioconda grabbed the sniper rifle . De Gallo bent over, on all fours, looking at his scope over his head.
"Don't worry, your shot tops 10 Chargers. A good sniper tops half a platoon..."
Sparrow knelt and aimed at the grenade. De Gallo hugged him from behind, as if to merge with him.
"Aim with a stand, stand, fool, not with your hands. Fire...
Behind the lads standing in skirmish lines with bazookas on their shoulders, clouds of smoke and dust rise, and between distant targets, bombs are exploding...
The full-speed armored vehicle turned a corner and came to a stop, the lads crawled out of the open hatch. De Gallo chased after them, shoving their backs -------
"Go, go, go... "The
lads shot as they walked, lying behind the stones, one after the other in formation in short runs.
"Fire cover!" Don't look up! One person on, others cover. "The
plane climbed in the canyon, the boys were fully armed -- -- bulletproof vests, parachutes, full belts of ammo, submachine guns, grenade launchers -- -- sitting on the plane.
Joe Conda He was holding a Dragunov sniper rifle with a hooded scope. Chugun was holding a bulky Ujis. A small red light flashed above the cockpit.
"Ready! De
Gallo opened the hatch and the lads stood at the hatch, hooking the snap hooks to the steel ropes taut under the ceiling. The sergeant walked quickly through the queue, checking the gear and the ropes. The
green light was on and the loudspeaker said Come and shout --------
"Airborne, advance! The
lads huddled together, clasped their heads against the back of the previous man, and jumped out of the hatch shouting. De Gallo urged them to jump, and he was the last to jump.
The parachutes opened one by one with a bang. The boys were blown out of breath by the wind, white parachutes covered the sky, and they greeted each other and pointed at the small, sand table props below.
Chugon excitedly hummed a wild and cheerful tune.
As the ground drew nearer, the airborne troops unloaded their submachine guns and fired, their bodies swaying constantly due to the recoil of the weapons. They landed one after the other, dropped their parachutes, covered each other with fire, and ran in short formations.
Chugon, as usual, sang Solovyov's song in the clouds. He looked down, looked around, and fell silent. He had been carried away by the wind away from the landing site; below was a small village, and behind it was the playground where the Pioneers lined up.
On the playground stood tall metal flagpoles, as well as podiums and propaganda posters depicting Uzbek Pioneers saluting Lenin. Lenin in the painting is also a bit like an Uzbek. The little guys with tanned faces are playing games after you run after me. They looked up and fled in all directions.
Chugong couldn't care less about them. His ass fell directly towards the top of the sharp metal flagpole. He was so frightened that he hurriedly tightened all the paracords, and in the end he could only cry, staring, and pouting his butt out in a panic. At this moment, the pinnacle of the flagpole ripped open his trousers, slashed his back under his clothes, and shoved it out of his collar, against his helmet. Suddenly, Qiu Gong's chin was tightened by the strap of the helmet, and then the belt broke, and the helmet was picked up on the flagpole; Qiu Gong slid along the flagpole to the ground, and the parachute fell aside.
As a result, he was firmly wrapped around the flagpole by the belts of the armored vest, parachute, submachine gun and machine gun.
His hands could move, but he couldn't bend or turn, so he stood upright, writhing helplessly; he moved and struggled around the post, trying to unfasten the snap hooks on the parachute base.
At this moment, the children also became bolder and ran up to him, happily talking in Uzbek, grabbing the submachine gun on his chest and the machine gun on his back.
"Go away, go away, why aren't you Russian," Chugon waved to them. "Don't move, I said, call a grown-up. Call your father. Do you understand Russian?"
It was already dark and Chugon stood alone under his "pillar of shame" until he heard footsteps and saw Degallo and his sweaty, tired and fierce companions running into the playground. Breathing heavily, they stood in front of them, looking at Qiu Gong who was tied under the flagpole with dissatisfaction.
"I'll be away for two minutes." De Gallo said at last, glancing at his watch earnestly, "it's time."
He turned around and took out his cigarette; at this moment, there was the sound of Chugong being hit by a belt buckle behind him. .
The lads in sweat vests scrub the barracks floor. Someone stepped on the window frame and scrubbed the window, someone wiped the dirt off the floor with a mop, and someone wearing slippers wiped the furniture in the barracks with a rag.
"You guys, here's the letter, here's the letter." Riaba waved a stack of letters and ran into the barracks.
Everyone swarmed happily. De Gallo walked out of his room, and the boys stood still under his gaze.
"Yours, Comrade Sergeant," Ryaba reported, handing him the letter. The sergeant silently took the letter and went back to his room. Everyone rushed to Riaba again, trying to win the trust.
"Hey, hey, don't rob them." Ryaba pushed them away, finally took out the first letter, and read: "Stashenko, what date is today?"
"Wednesday, the third."
Stas leaned over face to go. Ryaba sincerely scratched his nose three times with the letter and handed it to him.
"Vorobyov." The
sparrow smiled happily and put his nose close... The
boys opened the letter in the barracks and sat in their corners eagerly and greedily reading the letter. Qiu Gong, doing nothing, quietly approached the sparrow and read his letter from behind.
"My dear Vorobusk!" Chugun read expressively.
The sparrow was about to hide the letter, but Qiu Gong grabbed the letter and ran away-------
"The girls told me to go to the disco, but I didn't go. You're not here, I don't want to go..." Qiu Gong tenderly read.
"Stop reading, Chugon!" said Liut.
"Give it to me." Sparrow whispered.
"What?" Chugong looked around and said in surprise, "What's written here?" He pointed to the letter, "Here,"
he handed over the letter, and immediately grabbed it back from the sparrow's hand and used another In a tone of voice, he continued to read, "However, yesterday I rented two good lads, and now I go with them according to a comprehensive plan." Qiu
Gong winked his eyes and pointed to the letter, "That's right!"
Punch him in the face.
"What are you doing, bastard... I'm with you..." Chugon mumbled.
The sparrow snatched the crumpled letter from his hand and slammed his jaw again with the other hand, one, two, three.
"Just like that." Ryaba shouted happily.
"Fight, sparrow, fight, make him bleed," the
boys shouted, dancing.
Sparrow and Qiu Gong were silently fighting each other, and this kind of desperate fight was scary. Using their hands and feet, they spun around in the barracks, slipped on the brown dirt, and knocked over buckets and stools with a thud. The lads make room for them. Qiu Gong is strong, the sparrow is light, and moves fast. The two of them were already bleeding----- Qiugong's nose was slapped crookedly, and the sparrow's brow was opened with blood. Finally, the sparrow kicked Qiu Gong's ribs with his heavy leather boots, and he also fell down with a kick of his leg, and the two hated faces became bloody and bloody.
"Stand up," came the sergeant's cry, "stand at attention!"
They stood up panting. Both were covered in blood and dirt from head to toe.
"Fight, soldier." De Gallo pointed at them. "Find me after the fight." After the
sergeant had left, as soon as the door closed, Liut, Gioconda, Pinochet, and Riaba rushed towards the sparrow, Hug him and pat him on the shoulder. The sparrow, who was not breathing evenly because of the fighting, looked left and right incomprehensibly, and finally his eyes stopped on the defeated "enemy". Then he broke free of his companions, stepped aside, and carefully flattened the crumpled and soiled letter.
The lads picked up mops and rags to clean again, and during this time only Stas sat with his head bowed, seemingly immersed in his letter.
"What are you doing, sticking?" Liut pushed him with a smile. After a pause, he looked at his face from the bottom up again: "What's the matter with you, Stas?"
Stas turned and gulped. The boys approached him. Stas cried silently, twitching and clenching his teeth. Then, he suddenly shredded the letter, pushed Liut away, and rushed to his bedside table. He tore up the old letter and threw it on the floor. The boys watched him silently.
Stas took out the photo and wanted to tear it up too.
"Don't!" Joconda grabbed the photo that Stas was about to tear up, "Give me..."
He took out an album from his portfolio and opened it, carefully pasting the photo of Stas' girl on the first page. The surprised lads looked at him-------
"Why do you want this?" asked the sparrow.
"It's useful," Qiao Conda replied calmly. "Sometimes you open it and take a look. It's not that you are unlucky. It will be easier..." He put the photo album in the bedside table.
Once again they were standing at the foot of the gravel mountain, with their rucksacks full of stones at their feet. De Gallo walked past the team calmly, kicking the rucksack with his feet --------
"Soldiers, should I add it myself or do I need to help?"
Chugong hurriedly loaded stones into the rucksack.
"Prepare!" The
soldiers put their heavy rucksacks on their shoulders, buckled the spring buckles, and stood still again.
"Mission-----Destroy the enemy, occupy the high ground and hold on to the high ground! Commander, prepare for action!"
"Comrade Sergeant, the second detachment is ready to carry out the order." Liut replied.
The sergeant stepped aside and waited for the first unit to climb to the top of the mountain.
"You guys, come and listen to me." Liut whisp
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