( - Hey, boy! Are you ready?
- Yeah, we wanna know our past!
- i'll tell you, I guess.
- We'll sit quiet.
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Sun...
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- Over the step of great size.
Red Army troops are longing for fight.
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- Now they are having their rest playing hot jazz!)
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