Dembel Vrdalakov

Five of our dembels, actively and very ingeniously fought with boredom and longing for the Motherland, so - we are younger boys, tried to stay away from their fun attractions, because the roles in these fun were distributed very uniformly. Either you are a target in the tires, or the bullet itself, and if you are not lucky at all, then you are a prize, a plush rabbit...
Nothing can be done about it, it is a natural phenomenon.
Dembele should simply be experienced as penetrating radiation or a journey with a child on the morning of January 1.

But these behaved somewhat excessively ugly, even for people who served 730 days.

On that day, Dembele loved the car park.
At first, they were riding in the body of the Ural and announced the stops: "Our fast train arrives in the city of the Mines (Voronež, Kuibyshev, Machachkala, Leningrad, etc.) The parking is eternal!
Then they threw grenades on the Germans (the grenades served as a shrapnel, and the Germans - pigeons and some of us, those who were fooled on the road "tank"

and smoke.
In the fleet, suddenly came a fresh "plush rabbit" - an artist from the club and brought a combat sheet.
Dumbledore revered, shouted and said:
- Rabbit... thief, fighter, help to adjust the empty turns.
I do not know.
You just turn the bullet and that’s all.

In front of the bumper for some reason placed two deficient matts from the gym. Usually, the guides sleep on them all day under the cars, only instead of a blanket, covered with a huge hook key and when the passing officer pins the sleeping climbing boots, the legs without a pause start to squeeze -... ZARJAVELA! I need to cut the tooth...Who is there?

The artist, trying not to step on the matte, got on the bumper and carefully swung his head into the open mouth of the Ural. Rarely found one of the dumbels, handed a screwdriver and showed what pimpocha to spin on his team.
Dembel jumped into the cabin, launched the engine, and the artist with a screwdriver drove from under the cap in the form of a bkva "L" and waited.

The focus was all in the pipe, and not so much in it, as in its location. If you reach it, the ear will be just opposite the air signal.
And of course he swallowed...
The soldier rattled like a doll and flew from the car down his head. Mothers were useful here.
Dembele was happy.
But suddenly, through the general laughter, heard a friend of the rotting Gogoths, and from the shadow of the palm came Zorro in the position of a combridge.
Colonel Yershov was a just man, but so fierce, that it would be more correct to say, justly angry.
Even the deliberately faithful dembles instantly turned into conscientious soldiers waiting for any command of the commander.
Combrig got up and smiled and said:
The old man pleased the old man. A good joke. The soldier must be able to work well and have fun joking. It is right. Well, how funny he was flying, I almost died...
Dembele walked carefully, and Combridge continued smiling:
Especially well done with Matthew. If they weren’t, then you would all rot on the hauptwacht and resign from there in the last batch. They are so nice, they wore...
Dembele got a little strained, and the Colonel added:
It’s time to get rid of you, or you’re running out of trouble here.
Dumbledore joyfully cried out: – Thank you Comrade Colonel! We are now!
The Combridge:
Okay, let’s start today, but not all and not immediately. In ten minutes of building on a square near the barracks, the shape of clothes is any.
Then he spoke to the artist with a thick ear:
- And you, guy, bring me a piece of meal from the club.
The artist did not hear a word and asked loudly:
– A to? Comrade Colonel What!? to
Bring to Mel.
– and?! to
and Mel!! to
The frightened poor man could still not read the commands of the combridge on his lips.
The colonel grabbed the soldier in the head and said:
No need, go to rest.

Ten minutes later, the dembel in joyful excitement was already built on the square.
A combridge approached, a field binoculars talked to him on his neck, and a piece of mole was white in his hand.
The Colonel:
Who of you has watched the movie? Everybody was watching? The good guys. Then here you have a melt, draw a three-meter circle around this mushroom.

The fungus was an old, never working syrene, of asphalt color, it served only to hide smokers.

The Combridge:
And now, comrades Uppiri and Wurdalaq, we will play with you in one very interesting and fun game called "Dembel Wurdalaq". Get inside the circle. The good guys.
So, you are five here, the rules are simple – I shake my hand – the game has begun. Whoever leaves the circle first will be fired in the New Year. Who is second, one, a week earlier and so on... and who will stay inside the circle the longest, he will go home today... There are questions?

Dembele met and worried – “Today?” “How is it today?” “Now is evening.”
The Combridge:
Does anyone doubt my word?
Not at all!
Do they all agree to play? Don’t worry, it’s not long...

All agreed.
We were the rest of the squad, the combridge sent meters to a hundred, to the sporting town. I left myself.
Then he shouted with a terrible voice: “Ready!!!? to
He pushed his hand toward the headquarters.
Suddenly it turned out that the old, iron mushroom could even be very...
The voice stood like a hundred meters, it was unbearable to hear, even the sweat palms on the ears did not especially help - the voice did not strike the ears, but the whole person.
Laboratory traits and wardalacks were thrown into the crumbling circle as sparkly, jumping out of one of the games by pressing their ears.
Combridge looked in the binoculars, smiled and bended his fingers.
The last two were surprisingly long. They wanted to go home today.
Although “long”, the concept is relative. Everything, from the beginning to the end, lasted two and a half minutes, no longer.
When the verse sounded, the sad victor so and so remained in the circle, he sat on a mushroom as a fascist on his broken rifle.
Within an hour, he dressed a parade and, without saying goodbye to anyone, left the CPC.
The rest of the dumbels splashed overwhelmingly, all day round, some quiet, aged and broken.
Wherever their courage and courage went...
Each week they fell out one, unnoticed, like the teeth of a crazy old man, until in the New Year, the last one fell out.