A.N. Tolstoy Russian character of the creative robot of the student of literature (grade 11) on the topic. How is the Russian character portrayed in the "Russian character"? Analysis of the work of Oleksiy tovstoy Russian character
Russian character! Go describe yogo... Can you tell me about heroic deeds? Ale їх stіlki, scho razrubishsya - what a win. The axis of me and vryatuvav one my friend a small story from a special life. As if I had beaten them - I will not tell, if I want to wear the Golden Zirochka that half of the breasts in orders.
Russian character! - for little excuse the name is richly meaningful. What do you think, - I myself want to talk to you about the Russian character.
Russian character! Go describe yogo... Can you tell me about heroic deeds? Ale їх stіlki, scho razrubishsya - what a win. The axis of me and vryatuvav one my friend a small story from a special life. As if I had beaten them - I will not tell, if I want to wear the Golden Zirochka that half of the breasts in orders. Lyudina is simple, quiet, zvichayna, - a collective worker from the Volga village of the Saratov region. Ale among the few commemorate strong and proportionate additions and beauty. Buvalo, you wonder, if you climb out of a fresh tank, - the god of war! Striking from the armor on the ground, pulling with a sholom from the water coachmen, wiping the ganchirs with the veils of disguise and incessantly chuckle in the face of spiritual friendliness.
In the war, spinning around steadily beating death, people shy away from the best, all sorts of mischief from them climb, like an unhealthy skin after a sleepy opium, and become stagnant in people - the core. Zrozumіlo - in one it is more mіtsnіshe, in the other it is weaker, but in those who have a core with waters, to stretch, the skin wants to be kind and true comrade. Alemy friend, Egor Dremov, and until the war, suvoro povedinka, having superbly honored and loved the matir, Maria Polikarpovna, and his father, Egor Egorovich. “My father is a stately person, first of all, you respect yourself. You, it seems, to the blue, you’ll play a lot in the world and sing beyond the cordon, but to the Russian ranks - write ... "
I will name Vin Mav from the same village on the Volz. We talk a lot about names and squads, especially at the front, it’s calm, cold, the earthlings smoke a fire, crack the stove, and people had evening. Here weave such a thing - a boom of expansion. To start, for example: “What is a kohannya?” One will say: “Kohannya blames on the basis of povagi ...” The second: “Nothing like that, a kohanna is a ringtone, a person loves not only a squad, but a father with a mother and navitt creatures ...” - “Thu, stupidity! - say the third, - kokhannya - if everything boils in you, people walk around nibi drunk ... ” And so they philosophize for an hour or more, while the foreman, having intervened, does not name the very essence with a commanding voice. Egor Dremov, maybe sorrying about tsikh roses, just passing me by guessing about my name, - more, talking, garna girl, and even as I said, scho checkatim, - chekaetsya, wanting to turn on one foot ...
About the military exploits of the wines, he does not like to speak out: “About such things, do it for the careless!” Frown and set fire. For the battle of the blue of the yogo tank, we were recognized by the crew, especially surprising the hearing waters of the Chuvilyev.
“...Razumієsh, only we turned around, wondering, because of the mountaineer we climb ... I shout: “Comrade lieutenant, tiger!” - “Forward, shout, top gas! ..” And let's masquerade along the Yalinnichka - to the right, to the left ... Drive the tiger with a stovbur, like a blind one, hitting it - move it ... And comrade lieutenant, how to give you a bik, - breeze! How to let me know, - the wine and the trunk stopped ... How to give it to the third, - knocking down the smoke from the tiger from the chinks of the forest, - half a day, how to rush from the new one a hundred meters uphill ... The crew and climb through the reserve hatch. .. Vanka Lapshin pov_v from the machine gun, - stink and lie down, shake your feet ... We, rozumіesh, the path of clearing. After five hvilin vlіtaєmo to the village. Here I’m right out of the blue ... Fascists who go where ... And - crazy, rozumiesh - another jump out of the chobit and in the same scarpets - porsk. We must run to the barn. Comrade lieutenant gives me a command: "Come on - rush out of the barn." They turned us into a garmat, on full gas I went to the shed and went to the barn ... Fathers! On the armor beams zagurkotili, doshki, tseglini, fascists, as if they were sitting on the floor ... And I also - and proprasuva, - other hands uphill - and Hitler kaput ... "
So, having fought Lieutenant Egor Dremov, the docks did not trap with him unhappily. Before the hour of the Battle of Kursk, if the Germans were already dripping with blood and shuddered, this tank - on a hillock in a wheat field - was hit by a shell, two of the crew were immediately killed, in another shell the tank was knocked down. Vodіy Chuvіlєv, vyskochiv through the front hatch, climbing up again on the armor and caught up with the lieutenant, - Vіn buv unobtrusive, overalls on the new mountain. Well, Chuvilev was a lieutenant, the tank vibrated with such force that I knew it was fifty meters away. Chuvіlєv throwing down the earth with fluff on the lieutenant's disguise, on his head, on his clothes, to beat the fire. - Let's take the priests from them from the virvi to the virvi to the dressing station ... “Why did I drag the yogo todi? - having told Chuvilev, - I feel that a new heart is beating ... "
Egor Dremov was alive and navitt without spending his time, even though the appearance of Yogo was so charred that brushes could be seen under his skin. After lying at the hospital for many months, they performed one plastic surgery after one, revived them, and they killed me, and they killed me, and they blew me away. Through the spring of months, if the bandages were taken, I looked at my own and now not at my own face. The nurse, who had given him a small luster, came back and began to cry. Vіn immediately turning the mirror.
Buvae gershe, - having said vin, - you can live with cim.
Ale more wine without asking for a luster from the nurse, only often having smeared their guise, nebi zvikav to the new. The commission knew him as an adjunct to non-construction service. Todi vin pishov to the general and saying: "I ask your permission to turn to the regiment." - Ale vi w іnvalіd, - saying the general. "No, no, I'm a virodok, if I don't get on the right, I'll bring the fight back again." (Those who the general for an hour could not marvel at, Yegor Dremov recognized and only laughed with his lilac, straight, like a slit, lips.) Having taken away a twenty-day permit for complete renewal of health, she went home to her father and mother. Tse bulo yakraz near the birch rock.
At the station of wines, thinking to take water, but I had a chance to walk pishki sixteen versts. Snow lay all around, cloudy, deserted, the cold wind blowing the poly-yogo overcoat, whistling with its own tightness at the windshields. At the village of vin priyshov, if it’s already a day. Axis and krinitsya, a tall crane puffed up and creaked. Zvіdsi shosta hut - batkіvska. Vіn raptom zupinivsya, sticking his hands in the intestines. Stole the head. Burning navskis to the booth. Tied up to the knees in the snow, shaved to the end, swaying mothers, - with a dark light of a burnt lamp, over the table, she took supper. Everything is in the same dark house, quiet, not watery, kind. She got old, wore thin shoulders ... “Oh, you know, - my skin day I needed to write about myself at least two words ...” I picked it up on the table simple - a cup of milk, a piece of bread, two spoons, a strong drink and thought, standing in front of the table, clasping his thin hands under his chest... Yegor Dremov, marveling at the end of the matir, realizing that it was impossible for her to be evil, that she could not, that her old disguise trembled.
Well good! Vіn vіdchiniv khvirtka, vіyshov near the yard and knocked on the ganka. Mother looked behind the door: Who is there? Vin vidpoviv: Lieutenant, Hero Radyansky Union Gromiv.
The new one's heart began to pound - he leaned his shoulder to the lintel. No, mother did not recognize his voice. Vіn i himself, nіbi first, feeling your voice, which changed after all the operations, - hoarse, deaf, unreasonable.
Father, what do you need? - she slept.
Mar'e Polikarpovna brought a uklin from her son, Senior Lieutenant Dremov.
Then she opened the door and rushed to the next one, grabbed her hands:
Alive, my gore? Healthy? Father, come in at the hut.
Yegor Dremov sat down on the bench at the table on the very same place, when he sat down, if in the new one his legs did not reach the foot and mother, then, stroking the yogo on the curly head, she said: “Zh, killer whale.” Vіn pochav raspovіdat about її sin, about himself, - reportedly, like vin їst, p'є, do not tolerate consumption of anything, bring health, fun, and - briefly about battles, de taking the fate of zі with your tank.
You tell me - scary in the war? - Vaughn interrupted, marveling at youmu in the guise of dark eyes, scho yogo was not beaten.
So, obviously, scary, cursing, prote - zvichka.
Priyshov father, Yegor Yegorovich, who gave the same for the rings, a little beard in a new yak boar sagging. Glancing at the guest, stomping on the wounds with broken felt boots, unwrapping the scarf unwrapped, taking off the skin, walking to the table, hugging the hand, - oh, I know the father’s hand was wide and fair! Nothing nourished, the fight was already mindful - there is a visitor in orders here, having begun to hear, having drunk his eyes.
Why did Lieutenant Dremov sit in ignorance and tell about himself and not about himself, it was impossible for him to confess to you, - get up, say: you know me, virodka, mother, father! Youmu felt good at the Batkiv table and covered.
Well, let's have supper, mother, take some for the guest. - Yegor Yegorovich, having made the doors of an old cabinet, where the fishermen's hacks lay in a litter box in a syringa box, - the stench lay there, - and standing the teapot with a wilted spout, standing there, de smelled of breadcrumbs and lushpinnyam tsibuli. Egor Egorovich took out a bottle of wine - all on two bottles, sighed, there was no more to go. The strength is evening, as the fates have passed. Just in the evening, Senior Lieutenant Dremov remembered how it is especially easy to stitch for yoga with a spoon and hand. Vіn chuckled, the mother lifted her eyes, the face її trembled painfully.
We talked about those and about what the spring will be and how the people will come out of the battle and about those who need a check of the war.
Why do you think, Yegor Yegorovich, what is the cost of a quarter of war?
The people became embarrassed, - Yegor Yegorovich, - they passed through death, now you don’t zupinish, nimtsyu - kaput.
Maria Polikarpovna asked:
You didn’t tell him, if they give you a permit, you’ll have to come to us for permission. I didn’t drink yoga for three years, tea, becoming mature, walking with whiskers ... So - today - close to death, tea, and the voice of the new one has become rude?
That axis will come - maybe you don’t know, - the lieutenant said.
Sleepy you were seen on pichtsі, de vin remembered the skin tangle, the skin gap in the wall of the logs, the skin knot at the stele. There was a smell of sheepskin, bread - that warm lull, which is not forgotten at the time of death. The birch wind whistled over the dash. Behind the partition, the father croaked. Mother turned around, sighed, did not sleep. Lieutenant lying prostrate, disguised in the valley: “Isn’t it so I didn’t know, thinking, didn’t I know? Mom mom..."
On the morning of the wines, having tumbled through the crackling of firewood, the mother carefully worked on the stove; on the outstretched hank hung yogo vipran onuch, besides the doors stood hoboti.
Are you millions of pshons? - she slept.
Vіn not vіdrazu vіdpovіv, zlіz іz pechenі, putting on the tunic, tightening the belt i - barefoot - sіv on the bench.
Tell me, is Katya Malisheva, Andriy Stepanovich Malisheva's daughter living in your village?
Vaughn finished the course of the past fate, we have a teacher. Do you need some pampering?
Your son, having asked not to immediately transfer the uklin.
Mother sent a Sussian girl for her. The lieutenant did not grasp and rise, as Katya Malisheva came running. His wide, gray eyes shone, his eyebrows rose in a radiant glow, and there was a radiant blush on his cheeks. If she lifted her head on her broad shoulders and knitted a khastka, the lieutenant stumbled to herself: kiss her warm, bright hair! became gold...
Have you brought the uklin from Egor? (Vіn standing with his back to the light and only bowing his head, for it’s not a moment to speak.) And yet I check it day and night, so I’ll tell you ...
Vaughn went up to nothing. She looked, and nibi її was hit in the chest, she looked up, snarled. Todі vіn firmly vіrishiv pіti, sogodnі f.
Mother baked wheaten milk rolls with melted milk. I reopened again about Lieutenant Dremov, once again about his heroic deeds, - having recited zhorstoko and without raising his eyes to Katya, so as not to swear at the sweet guise of your indulgence. Yegor Yegorovich zaklopotav, schob to reach the collective horse, - ale vin pishov at the station pishki, like a priyshov. Vіn buv even more humiliation we have, what happened, navit zupinyayuchisya, hitting his hands in disguise, repeating in a hoarse voice: “How can you be now?”
Vin turned to his regiment, standing at a deep body on the top. Fighting comrades hit him with such a wide joy, that in the new soul fell into those souls that did not give either sleep, or їsti, or dihati. Virishiv like this: let your mother do not know about this misfortune. What's up to Katy - tsyu rolling pin out of the heart of the virve.
Tizhnya through two nadіyshov vіd motherі sheet:
“Hello, my beloved sinku. I'm afraid of you writing, I don't know what to think. But we have one person who sees you, - the person is already good, we will only disgrace the faces. Wanting to live, she once picked up and went away. From that hour, tonight, I can’t sleep at night, - I’m guessing that you’ve come. Egor Yegorovich to cook me for a price - zovsіm, it seems, you are an old god-willed: bov bi vіn our sin - hіba b vіn didn’t see... having arrived, you need to write. Egor Yegorovich to tempt me, and mother’s heart is all her own: wine, wine with us! !.. Yegorushko, write me, give me Christ for the sake of me, - what was it? But it’s true - from my mind I god-willed ... "
Yegor Dremov showed me this sheet to Ivan Sudarev, and, telling his story, he wiped his eyes with his sleeve. I to youmu: “Axis, I say, the characters are stuck! You fool, you fool, write to your mother, ask her for forgiveness, don't fool your mind... Your image is more needed! Like this, you love even more.”
On the same day, having written a sheet: “My dear fathers, Marie Polikarpovno and Egor Yegorovich, thank me for my lack of leadership, I’m right with you, your blue ...” And so far and so far - on some sides in a different hand, bi and on twenty sides, having written - it would be possible.
A few hours later, we stand with him on the training ground, - the soldier goes on - Egor Dremov: “Comrade captain, they feed you ...” Viraz the soldier is like that, wanting to stand wine in all forms, no people are going to drink. We went to the village, we went to the hut, demi and Dremovim lived. Bach - I’m not in myself - I’m coughing up everything ... I think: “Tankist, tankist, but nervous.” We enter the hut, in front of me I can smell:
"Mommy, hello, tse I! .." I bachu - the little old woman fell to the new one on her chest. I look around, here, it appears, that other woman. I give you my word of honor, there are more beautiful ones here, not one of them, but I’m not particularly smart.
Vіn vіdіrvav vіd vіd matіr, go to tієї іvchini, - and I'm already guessing that the god of war is the god of war in all Bagatir camps. "Kitty! - vin. - Katya, have you come to visit? It was the checks who accused him, and not who ... "
Garna Katya yomu vodpovidaє, - and I want to pishov at the blue, I still feel: “Ye woe, I chose to live with you forever. I love you faithfully, I love you more ... Don't forgive me ... "
So, axis of stench, Russian vdachi! Here you are, a simple person, but when you come Suvor famously, the great one is small, and the new one has great strength - human beauty.
Russian character! - for a small explanation, the name is richly meaningful. What do you think - I myself want to talk to you about the Russian character.
Russian character! Go describe yoga. . . What can you say about heroic deeds? Ale їх stіlki, scho razrubishsya - what a win. The axis of me and vryatuvav one my friend a small story from a special life. Like a wine having beaten them, I will not tell, wanting to wear a golden little star and half of my breasts in orders. Lyudina is simple, quiet, zvichayna, - a collective worker from the Volga village of the Saratov region. Ale among the few commemorate strong and proportionate additions and beauty. Buvalo, you wonder, if you climb out of a fresh tank, - the god of war! Strives from the armor to the ground, pulls with a sholom from the water coachmen, wipes the ganchirs with the masks and invariably chuckles in the face of spiritual friendliness.
In the war, spinning around steadily beating death, people shy away from the best, all sorts of mischief from them climb, like an unhealthy skin after a sleepy opium, and get lost in people - the core. Zrozumіlo - in one it is more mіtsnіshe, in the other it is weaker, but in those who have a core with waters, to stretch, the skin wants to be kind and true comrade. Alemy my friend, Egor Dremov, and until the end of the war, the Suvorian behavior, having honored and loving the matir, Maria Polikarpovna, and his father, Egor Egorovich. “My father is a stately person, first of all, you respect yourself. You, it seems, blue, richly sing in the world, and pobuvaesh beyond the cordon, and write to the Russian ranks. . . » The new bula was named after the same village on the Volz. We talk a lot about names and squads, especially at the front, it’s calm, cold, the earthlings smoke a fire, crack the stove, and people had evening. Here weave such a thing - a boom of expansion. To start, for example: “What is a kohannya?” One will say: “Kohanna blames on the basis of povagi. . . » The second one: «Nothing like that, kohannya - tse zvichka, a person loves not only a squad, but a father with a mother and navitt creatures. . . "-" Thu, stupidity! - say the third, - kohannya - if everything boils in you, people walk around drunk. . . And so they philosophize for a year and a year, until the sergeant-major, having got in his way, does not name the very essence with a commanding voice. . . Egor Dremov, maybe sorrying about tsikh roses, just passing by guessing about my name, - more, talking, garna maiden, and even as she said, scho chekatim, - check, even if you turn on one foot. . .
About the military exploits of the wines, he does not like to speak out: “About such things, do it for the careless!” Frown and set fire. For the battle of the blue of the yogo tank, we were recognized by the crew, especially surprising the hearing waters of the Chuvilyev.
- . . . Rozumiesh, only we turned around, wondering, because of the mountaineer we climb. . . I shout: "Comrade lieutenant, tiger!" - “Forward, shout, povny gas! . . » I and let's masquerade in a yalinnichka - right-handed, left-handed. . .
Art director Oleksiya Tolstoy spoke at the end of the quiet rice of the Russian character, as if by stretching all the history they allowed to stand and overcome. The completion of the cycle "The Exposition of Ivan Sutsarev" (1942-1944) was the introduction of the famous title "Russian Character" (1944).
About the share of the tankist, what kind of ice did not burn at the tank, rozpovіv Tolstoy spіvrobіtnik of the newspaper "Chervona Zіrka". Tsya specific history nabula zagalnyuyuchogo sensation, grew in the writer's thoughts about the strength of the spirit of the Russian people, the masculinity of a soldier, the love of a mother, the fidelity of a woman.
In the image of Yegor Dryomov, the typical character of the hero is in front of him. Tse bula, behind the words of warning, is a “simple, quiet, noble” person. He has been endowed with the widest biography: until the war he lives in the countryside, with respect he was placed before his mother, that father, having worked on the earth summarily, now he is fighting heroically. Dremov, like a father and a child, wear the name Yegor, which means “to cultivate the land”, and to this detail the author commends the generations, the advancement of moral values to the people.
The “primordial” person herself is aesthetically seen by the writer on aphids, placed in the background, like, for all reality, it is impossible not to recognize the blame. To instill the names of Yegor especially in the meaning of Bagatir’s folds with that beauty: Striking from the armor on the ground, pulling with a sholom from the water coachmen, wiping the ganchirs with the veils of disguise and constantly laughing in the face of spiritual friendliness. The motif of "bogatirstvo" sounds and in rozpovid about help Yegor, who is one of the poor! - designation of the "zirochka" ("Golden Zirka" of the Hero of the Radyansk Union).
Ale smut in the description of not fighting episodes for the fate of Lieutenant Dryomov (stinks are shown in the speeches of other characters). At the center of creation there is a special, nachebto, situation, connected with the experiences of the hero after an important injury at the hour of the tank battle on the Kursk River.
Dromov's face may have burned more than once, after the operation his voice changed. A number of details added by the author allow us to show the process of exposing the core of the character. Egor, having spent his zvnіshnu privablivіstі (the motive of "indulgence" in another part of the explanation varies in the instinctive response of people to the zvnіshnіshіnіst scorched tanker). And yet, the inner beauty and the strength of the hero are revealed more beautifully.
Vaughn - at the right place in the ranks, at the right fighting brotherhood, like Yegor's comrades in arms, at yoga love for relatives and turbot about them.
The scene in the native house became the culmination of the rose, if people on the road didn’t recognize Yegor as a human being with signs of evil, and virishiv don’t be a burden for them for their misfortunes and calling themselves someone else’s names. But now it’s time to give Egorov a lesson in humaneness and love. Mother, I thought with my heart, what a sin at my native house.
Batko, as if in a bad way, saying to the brand: “Such a special one, like someone who has come before us, writes a request” (not a vipadkovic epithet “fair”, coexistence of a father). Katya Malisheva, who typified her life with Egor (“beautiful Katya”, in the image, the harmony of the inner and the outer is uplifted). So, axis of stench, Russian characters! Here you are, a simple person, but when you come Suvor famously, the great and small, and rise to the new one, there is great strength - human beauty.
ІЗ "TELLING BY IVAN SUDAREV"
Russian character! - for a small explanation, the name is richly meaningful. What do you think - I myself want to talk to you about the Russian character.
Russian character! Go describe yogo... Can you tell me about heroic deeds? Ale їх stіlki, scho razrubishsya - what a win. The axis of me and vryatuvav one my friend a small story from a special life. Like a wine having beaten them, I will not tell, wanting to wear a golden little star and half of my breasts in orders. Lyudina is simple, quiet, zvichayna, - a collective worker from the Volga village of the Saratov region. Ale among the few commemorate strong and proportionate additions and beauty. Buvalo, you wonder, if you climb out of a fresh tank, - the god of war! Striking from the armor on the ground, pulling with a sholom from the water coachmen, wiping the ganchirs with the veils of disguise and incessantly chuckle in the face of spiritual friendliness.
In the war, spinning around steadily beating death, people shy away from the best, all sorts of mischief from them climb, like an unhealthy skin after a sleepy opium, and become stagnant in people - the core. Zrozumіlo - in one it is more mіtsnіshe, in the other it is weaker, but in those who have a core with waters, to stretch, the skin wants to be kind and true comrade. Alemy friend, Egor Dremov, and until the war, suvoro povedinka, having superbly honored and loved the matir, Maria Polikarpovna, and his father, Egor Egorovich. "My father is a stately person, first - you will respect yourself. You, it seems, to the blue, you will play a lot in the world, and you will go beyond the cordon, and write to the Russian ranks ..."
I will name Vin Mav from the same village on the Volz. We talk a lot about names and squads, especially at the front, it’s calm, cold, the earthlings smoke a fire, crack the stove, and people had evening. Here weave such a thing - a boom of expansion. To start, for example: "What is a kohannya?" One will say: "Kohannya blames on the basis of the povagi ..." The second: "Nothing like that, the kohannya is a ringtone, a person loves not only a squad, but a father from a matir'yu and navitt creatures ..." - "Thu, stupidity! - say the third, - love - if everything boils in you, people walk around drunk ... "And so they philosophize for an hour or more, while the foreman, having intervened, do not name the very essence with a commanding voice ... Egor Dremov, guilty buti soromlyachis tsikh rosems, just passing me guessing about my name, - more, talking, garna maiden, and as if she said, scho chekatim, - chekaetsya, wanting to b vin turning on one nose ...
About Viysk's feats of wine, he doesn't like to gossip: "About such things, do the wrong things!" Frown and set fire. For the battle of the blue of the yogo tank, we were recognized by the crew, especially surprising the hearing waters of the Chuvilyev.
- ...Razumієsh, only we turned around, wondering, because of the mountaineer we climb ... I shout: "Comrade lieutenant, tiger!" - "Forward, shout, top gas!..." I and let's masquerade along the Yalinnichka - to the right, to the left ... To drive the tiger with a stovbur, like a blind one, hitting it - lift it ... And comrade lieutenant, how to give you a bik, - breezes! How to let me know, - the wine and the trunk caught ... How to give it to the third, - knocking down the smoke from the tiger’s chinks, - half-heartedly, how to rush from it a hundred meters uphill ... Crew and climb through the reserve hatch. .. Vanka Lapshin from the machine gun pov_v - stink and lie down, shake your feet ... We, rozumієsh, the path of cleansing. After five hvilin vlіtaєmo to the village. Here I’m downright livid... Fascists who are far away... And - mindlessly, wisely, - the other jumps out of a chobit and in some scarves - porsk. We must run to the barn. Comrade lieutenant gives me a command: "Come on - rush out of the barn." They turned us into a garmat, on full gas I went to the shed and went to the barn ... Fathers! On the armor, beams zagurkotili, doshki, tseglins, fascists, like they were sitting on the floor ... And I also - and proprasuva, - more hands uphill - and Hitler kaput ...
So, having fought Lieutenant Egor Dremov, the docks did not trap with him unhappily. Before the hour of the Battle of Kursk, if the Germans were already dripping with blood and shuddered, the tank was on a hillock, on a wheat field - hit by a shell, two of the crew were killed at once, after another shell the tank was knocked down. Vodіy Chuvіlєv, vyskochiv through the front hatch, climbing up again on the armor and caught up with the lieutenant, - Vіn buv unobtrusive, overalls on the new mountain. Well, Chuvilev was a lieutenant, the tank vibrated with such force that I knew it was fifty meters away. Chuvіlєv throwing down the earth with fluff on the lieutenant's disguise, on his head, on his clothes, to beat the fire. Then we’ll send the priests from him to the virvi to the virvi at the dressing station...
Egor Dremov was alive and navitt without spending his time, even though the appearance of Yogo was so charred that brushes could be seen under his skin. After lying at the hospital for many months, they performed one plastic surgery after one, revived them, and they killed me, and they killed me, and they blew me away. Through the spring of months, if the bandages were taken, I looked at my own and now not at my own face. The nurse, who had given him a small luster, came back and began to cry. Vіn immediately turning the mirror.
- Buvae girshe, - having said vin, - you can live with cim.
Ale more wine without asking for a luster from the nurse, only often having smeared their guise, nebi zvikav to the new. The commission knew him as an adjunct to non-construction service. Todi vin pishov to the general and saying: "I ask your permission to turn to the regiment." - "Ale vy іnvalid", - the general said. "No way, I'm a virodok, if I don't get on the right, I'll bring the fight back again." 
