“With a gesture of his hand towards the water, the Feldwebel now demands: ‘Drink, Ruski!’ The old fellow looks at him with a crafty expression, smiles and refuses several times while repeatedly saying something like: ‘Pan karosch, pan karosch.’ The Feldwebel now becomes impatient. He grabs the old fellow by the neck and shoves his face in the bucket; the old boy chokes and swallows. He looks a bit surprised, but not too concerned. In other words, the water’s safe.”
