already on. All of them were blue.
We put boots on very fast, without socks.
We put on mariner's cap while going...
and we ran and slept while running.
?????
There were fifteen hundred men running from one side,
and thousand from other side.
All of them were running and knew where
they were running to.
Georgians, tajiks, armenians, aserbaijani...uzbeks...
Somewhat strange like inclusions in amber there were estonians
and latvians and lithuanians.
Few of them.
And mostly we.
Very many of us.
We were running...
to the sea.
Wind-blown, sun-burnt, not very clean palms...
wind-blown, not very clean faces and necks,
all the rest white and blue pants.
We stopped. There was such ridge about three metres high
between two beaches.
One company (three hundred men) could stand on top of it.
We stood there,
first company was more lucky, seventh - less,
we stood like this, put down our pants strictly after order
and pissed in the sea.
And there was duty-officer who looked after beauty.
He strictly looked after that only when the last one had finished,
only when the last one had finished, yes...
I forgot to mention that force of wind and its direction
were in no way taken into account.
He made sure that only when the last one had finished...
but there were some very talented people!
He was looking...when the last one had finished
he gave the order, we put on pants, gave place to another company
and always, when third of fourth company was in place,
cruise ship flew into bay...
all in lights and with tourists...
And there was something so powerful in it,
that it was clear that at least from the east nobody will attack us.
I'm not an idiot, understand that. I understand...
I don't want to say we pissed in the sea and weren't attacked because of that.
We had good ballistic missiles, nuclear submarines, cruisers...
But we were doing something.
There were many of us.
Any weather, any season.
We weren't attacked during this,
consequently - we were doing fine.
Also there were butterflies on Russian Island.
So big butterflies...later I read about them in
encyclopedia, they are called swallowtails, there are many species of them,
those were of species living exclusively in this region.
Very big. Huge. This big.
Bigger than a sparrow. Huge butterflies.
They had very beautiful emerlad green wings,
upper side of wings was emerald green, lower side - velvet black.
Officers told us about these butterflies:
God save [you] if some sucker will (shit) kill even one butterfly!
These butterflies (sh...) are written into Red Book (sh...)!
We are like (sh...) ???? before these butterflies. They
are found (sh...) only here!
They are living here for million years already (sh...)
but you will shit everything here in half an hour (sh...)!
God save.
These butterflies, they...
they appeared about mid-june and flew around until mid-august.
It seemed they understood themsleves how important
and marvellous they were. They flew slowly.
They gathered in small pack, sat on the rocks
and flew...slowly and nicely. I will show you now.
They flew like this...
I squashed three of them.
When I killed the first one, it crunched between fingers...
It turned out it had surprised, rainbow-coloured eyes,
it looked right at me...
Its antennae were twitching, wings broke easily and
dust flew around [when they broke].
Some yellow junk flowed out of it.
Afterwards, I washed my hands long and hard...
Really, god save!
Officer doesn't joke...
I killed it for real, I didn't play jokes. I killed for real.
And every one of us squashed at least three!
What else could we take our vengeance on?
What was weaker than us?
Anyway, there was so much to be ashamed of...
such shameful things I have never told about and I won't be telling
because it will be unpleasant to tell and unpleasant to hear.
That is, there's no sense in telling.
Such shameful things that shouldn't have happened to anybody,
not to me, not to