We are English, and England has always been the friend of Poland." "That is so," the sergeant said heartily.

"Landlord," he said, raising his voice, "a glass of vodka for each of my friends.

I fear that my money will not run to brandy.

And now," he said, when the landlord had returned to his place, "what are you doing here?
Can I help you in any way ?" "We are English officers who have escaped, and are making our way to Poland.

We expect to find friends there.