“What devils these quartermasters are! See, the fifth company is turning into the village already⁠ ⁠… they will have their buckwheat cooked before we reach our quarters.”

“Give me a biscuit, you devil!”

“And did you give me tobacco yesterday? That’s just it, friend! Ah, well, never mind, here you are.”

“They might call a halt here or we’ll have to do another four miles without eating.”

“Wasn’t it fine when those Germans gave us lifts! You just sit still and are drawn along.”

“And here, friend, the people are quite beggarly. There they all seemed to be Poles⁠—all under the Russian crown⁠—but here they’re all regular Germans.”

“Singers to the front” came the captain’s order.