In the walls of a restaurant thereís a usual sight:
Three bears, a shot dead spreaded knight.
A captainís sitting lonely, the bears beside.
"Can sit here" - I asked. "Thatís all right."
"Here you, smoke!" - "Iím sorry, donít smoke Kazbek",
"Should you drink then?! A glass! Hereís a pot".
"Well, Iíll wait them to fetch..." - "Drink, and not a step back!
Healthy be!" - "Iíll be healthy a lot."
"What of it?" - The captain exclaimed, gotten more or less drunk, -
"Drinking vodka youíve managed not bad!
But, have you ever been close to a machine-gun or a tank,
Have you ever, say, rushed to an attack?"
"In 43-rd, under Kursk, was a sergeant that time,
Lots of things are behind of my back.
Dirty things were left over the back of mine! -
To enable you to live so well packed."
He kept cursing and drank, I was following his step.
Yet, at the end of the whole conversation,
Insulted I him: "Well, captain, I bet,
Be a major is a vain expectation".
Then he cried, and he asked me about my dad,
And he jelled looking dully at dishes:
"Iíve given up all my life for your sake, a bad,
bastard, spending his life as he wishes!"
"I would give you a rifle and would send to a fight,
Filthy scoundrel gulping vodka with me?!"
I was feeling myself at the Kursk Bow site
Where the captain used a sergeant to be.