In those distant years, when the war had just died down throughout the country, there lived and was a Malchish, nicknamed Kibalchish ... But trouble came from where they did not expect. Attacked from behind the Black Mountains by the damned Bourgeois. Bullets are already whistling again, shells are already exploding again.
Our detachments are fighting with the bourgeois, and messengers are rushing to call for help from the distant Red Army. Yes, Malchish-Kibalchish rushed to their aid ...
