Граф Орлов
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On the front lines, everything was almost exactly as Marey had imagined war to be: soldiers scurrying back and forth, pompous officers, a nervous atmosphere of anticipation for a direct confrontation with the enemy, which never actually happens, and vague strategic plans. It's boring, and each day drags on endlessly, and even though he doesn't have to work as hard as the soldiers, hauling boxes of ammunition from place to place, it offers little comfort. He spends his time wandering aimlessly away from the barracks and perfecting his calligraphy.
At the end of the month, when a reconnaissance mission was assigned, Marey volunteered without hesitation.
At the end of the month, when a reconnaissance mission was assigned, Marey volunteered without hesitation.
E si sui vius, er mi grans benananza,
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers
e si ieu muoir, er mi grans deliuriers