the ukrainian was drafted into the army. after taking the oath, they put me on guard. and then his mother came to him. the command explains to the woman that while her son is on guard, she will not be able to see him, she is not supposed to: only a few hours after the changing of the guard. how so, the mother was indignant, this is my son, my little blood, and still went on a date. i saw my son from afar. hes running, waving bags of groceries, shouting: its me, son, your mother. - stop, ill shoot! - the soldier screams. - what are you talking about, son, but its me, your mother! shots were heard. the woman fell. the army command began to think about what to do: he killed his own mother, and on the other hand, while at a combat post, he shot the intruder, for which he should have been rewarded. and so in the evening they put him in front of the line, expressed gratitude and gave him the rank of corporal. he sits in the barracks in the evening, sews a stripe to his shoulder straps and sighs dreamily: my dad will arrive soon.
Kekistani