1985 in Pskov. We were raised by alarm: sticks, skis, carabines, bags and anti-gases... a combate came to command us, even a whole Lieutenant Colonel (well, he didn’t love our company). He himself is a small, wicked big-headed with a disgusting voice, and also teeth scaly... well, a leprecon poured out.
We run through the forest to the field, and the road is not close - 15 km, opposite wind and frost-25. On the wasik without the top, the combat who drank for "warming up" runs and chases the backward with a ski stick:
The Fighter! Go to Run! You are like a pregnant grandmother. I’ll shoot you here so you don’t.
He was holding the company on the march, you don’t know, training alarm or combat.
What are you lying out of? I’ll call your parents to come and
Look at what they were educated.
The motherland feeds you, and you can’t run. I will teach you!!! to

So after a friendly conversation, we half-dead ran to the field. The eyelids are sliced and the back is wet. The Combat driver gave us three bullets, and laid a coat-bar on which our Lieutenant Colonel showed us how to correctly shoot at enemies from the SX carabin.
The first twenty people lie on the fire position, I am on the extreme right. Waiting for teams.
I see, behind my target, just by the side is the waze of leprecon. Let me think of the bullet once in it, the more the driver had to park behind the line of fire, and I was not a sniper. I will avenge.
The fire team!! to
I shoot... I watched Vasik jump somewhat suspiciously...
All 20 men did not regret one ammunition for a good cause.
It seemed, a couple of dozens of bullets is all that, and the car is in the hole: the engine is broken, the steering wheel is stuck, gasoline leaked, even from the seats looked like a straw.
Only the girls of Gdrov remained in the translations.
The combat mated and threatened the whole tribunal, ten minutes, then it froze and we went into the part. We are on ski and he is on foot. At first he boycotted in front of the column, then in the back, then he could only breathe, then he could only breathe loudly and finally sat down on the snow halfway (apparently smoked three packs a day).
There were no mobile phones then, and you won’t throw it in the forest, it will freeze.
They wrapped him in a coat-bar and in turn pulled a spark with a wool.
Just a living illustration to the poem: "Uncle, Tatiya, our networks pulled the dead..."
Through the breeze he didn’t see us, but he heard us and we broke away completely.
Oh yeah! The hair is more careful, it is not your shit piece, but our combat.
“Comrade Colonel, please don’t shoot there because of this.
That you are holding the company on the march, and suddenly the training alarm...
Comrade Colonel, you are even a greater hero than Mareshev. Though there is
The berries were frozen and the feet frozen, and you were there in the darkness, without berries and all the water.
If you were frozen, your parents would be proud of you.
Lepricon only knocked his teeth from the frost, and could not form a mat.
We dragged him to the gate and handed him over to the police officer.

By the end of the training, the combat in our company we did not see again.