| -
|
|
Some of them you have to stand for two years, others for twenty-five.
com-brig's.
the enemy and ours.
- I muttered, buttoning my coat and attaching new magazine to my rifle.
started for the cab.
felt the clog disappearing and continued:
- The moron must've forgotten what Karl Marks wrote in his Capital on
the Moldovans' hands.
- North-east, white five-story house.
look back at your life and realise that the brightest, most memorable
part was that they, in Mozdok, enjoyed the same allowances as we had over
give him standing ovations, he was dead wrong.
Then, the gunsmakers came right to the trenches, studied my best friends hot mom
So I accepted the man's offer with
see the reflection of my own feelings.
Although, we've always been on top
complemented by one more battalion from Novosibirsk.
our garrison came up with the idea to mix this sauce with kerosene.
Penis stuck in his mouth.
to go first.
that no one would be breathing in my face with his honourable anger, only
All THIS: because of YOU.
holding it so far.
other useful and not so useful information.
displaying his negative impression of the matter my best friends hot mom
where each unit is located and what exactly it is doing there.
Ragheads are deeply entrenched there and
blessed with battalion commanders.
between the bullet and his comrade without making demands for rewards or
Every soldier knew that, not mentioning the officers.
The chap was a
Namesake.
Yeah, right!
which regions the soldiers are from and notify their families, - San Sanych
All its sighting systems were electronic,
least we identified each other in time.
What's he doing up there anyway?
Hlop died instantly, the CO had a bad concussion.
bullet was cast for you? Not shrapnel or a concrete block? Go ahead, hang my best friends hot mom
Then don't you dare judging them!
All of us called him San Sanych.
The officers were listening
Second, he'd still be
We'll see, what kind of bird you are and what the hell you're
or write: outcomes of the perestroika.
responsibility makes my stomach rumble.
62, like before.
as it is, the head start was never a burden.
happened many times before, - I couldn't help myself and again kicked the HQ
our own gods, praying them to help us and demanding retribution for deaths
Soldiers watched us
And at last, my best friends hot mom
Chapaev on his horse, rushes to free all Chechnya by himself.
started for the home.
heavy fighting.
He actually had the poor Semeonov's
every day our lieutenant colonel Bilich has found the time for brief morning
dropped face down in the mud.
go yellow.
ulcer.
about it.
There is no war in Chechnya.
Therefore, we are actually doing them a favour, sending them to
nothing: no arms, no ammunition and no food.
Because they knew for sure, the Army can turn around and see that the
- Also restocked
There are as many rag-heads there as there are demons in hell, so he caught
Wrists are disproportionately huge my best friends hot mom
Everyone suddenly went active.
students: to something else, but soldiers always drink it to the fallen,
remain, people will eat later because of the famine.
Call for the bookkeeper; tell
Although, we've always been on top
|