halt! Turn left! Stop shuffling like a cow on the ice! - Shut up! - Why are you picking on me? Don't dare talking to me while in formation! Three steps forward march! Turn right! Under the saber, forward march! Serves him right! It'll knock all the nonsense out of his head! But why? He's got no right! - What for? - You've got no right, Nikifor! What for, folks? Want to show off? Who do you think you are? You were not as brave during the war. Don't interfere in our drill. Platoon, halt! About face! Forward march! One-two, align! - Gotcha? - Get lost. Just look at this prince! Platoon! Right wheel forward march! Dasha, are you going to the store? - Hi! - Hi! How you doing, old men? What's up? Nikifor is making a circus out of Roman Ulybin. - There's no circus! - You just tell me, why? Silence! - What happened, granddad? - I don't understand, why? Come on, folks, let's see what this is all about. - It's not fair... - He has only himself to blame... Platoon, halt! Cossack Ulybin, at ease! Go tell Yashka that I'm transferring you to his platoon. Yes, sir! Sergeant Chepalov, come here! - The ataman did the right thing. - Right! Yelisey, you shouldn't have made Nikifor look like a fool. He is a fool! What did you punish the boy for? He doesn't think right. Roman can go make the Guards right this minute! Shut up! No one's speaking to you. You're marching to someone else's tune. I'm a senior sergeant and holder of the St. George Cross, and you humiliate me in front of some milksop. - Sergeant Chepalov! - I know my name. Attention! You take too much on yourself, sergeant. You're talking to your ataman, not your buddy! Stand to attention! You violated the law, Mr. Holder of the St. George Cross! Before a Cossack takes his oath, no one, not even a general, can put him under the saber. Do you know what you deserve, according to the law? I don't know no laws. In that case, don't say I'm marching to someone else's tune. You can go. As you were! - You can go! - Yes, sir! Platoon, right dress! Attention! About face! Forward march! One-two!.. - Have you bought your son a horse? - Not yet, Yelisey. Do whatever you want, but get him a horse! I'm not going to take the blame for you. I can't afford it. Otherwise, I would have done it long ago. Others do no better than you, but they got horses. What am I going to do? The only way is to sell the bulls. Let's do it! What kind of a Cossack will Roman be without a horse? When I was young, I was ready to sell everything for a horse... Wait a minute! Yelisey! There are fugitives at Matryona Gully! - I was coming back from... - Convicts? How many? I saw one. He's waiting for me. I promised to bring him some bread. We'll take him! We meet at the pasture with arms! Stop the drill! All go to the pasture! - Turn to the gully. - Got it. Stop running so fast! I'm out of breath. - What's up? - There's a fugitive over there! - We're in trouble! The Cossacks! - Here comes your bread, bastard! Taras, wait! - Hold on! - Shut up, S.O.B., or I'll kill you! There they are, ataman! Halt! Halt, I'm telling you! Let's go over to the marshes. We'll get them up there. No shooting, I told you! Hey, you, in the marshes! I suggest that you give yourselves up. You have nowhere to go, anyway. He's done. We should charge all at once, and that will be the end of it. Ataman, why should we risk our lives? - That's the guards' job. - Where are they, your guards? - It's none of our business, ataman. - Shut your mouth. With guns, they will give us no peace. And I'll be made responsible for not having used my authority. He missed! How about rounding them up? - Rounding up? - Yes! Forget it... Hey, you, in the marshes! That's our last offer! Beat it from here if you want to stay alive! Bastards! Prokhor! We're taking them alive! Why, Roman? Give up! Roman! They ran out ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Тот самый Мюнгхаузен на английском - текст Финист - ясный сокол на английском - текст Волкодав из рода Серых Псов на английском - текст Сказки леса на английском - текст Духовные голоса на английском |