What with you, Denisov? He has regained consciousness.
Excuse, I did not sleep three days... The Head - years of fifty, average growth, almost bald, on a head - shreds paper, very
dark person, shcherbatyj, all time smiles, licks lips...
Dorofeyev it, nobody more, - the commissioner has defined. - evasive, the swine, in any way it not to reach.
You here tell: your Dorofeyev will spend one hundred person through bogs or will not spend? - The commander has asked.
Will spend.
Then the commander has laid out on a table pudovye fists with nadutymi in knots of veins.
Germans two companies left Novoselka and dvizhutsja here on wood road, - he has informed.
At Denisov unshaven cheeks have become hollow.
Well to make, that you have believed to me!.
Generally better, than Bubyrinsky bogs, places you will not think up, - the commissioner has slowly told. - the pothole on a
pothole, itself lines will stick.
But if Jashka Dorofeyev is a conductor... He here lesnichil and each whirlpool not is worse me knows...
The commander with disappointment vpechatal fists on ostrugannym to boards.
Problem!. Same only the madman will go through Maryin a heathland, - a naked place, the former ashes, there is no place to
take cover, will shoot down, as hazel grouses. At us - horses, a transport, three wounded men... - It has overcome itself
(himself) and has shouted a thunderous bass. Sapuk! You sleep, Sapuk, a devil's goat, the gipsy lazy! - in any way is not
present, a companion the commander! - look attentively, Sapuk, is very attentive look: can be, you learn the old
acquaintance? The young tall fighter has felt Denisov fast and unfriendly twitching of eyebrows.
In any way is not present, a companion the commander, not from these. Romenkovsky politsaev I well know. And spongers
too. No, did not come across.
All right, Sapuk, take it in economic, feed a little, - eyes from it not to lower! - the commander has risen and has resolutely put
in order a soldier's blouse. - fighting alarm! Branch on duty to me!.
In an hour hard gruzhennyj a transport, squealing not greased wheels and jamming on vyvorochennyh roots, has got under
way from a pine draught lengthways raspadka in a direction to bogs. Denisov walked behind a cart, gruzhennoj bags with a
flour. It wound at each step. - Go-go, tsytsa the German! - Sapuk monotonously shouted, and the boring rage sounded in its
voice.