A Fox Hunt Page #4

Synopsis: The Meet: The hounds are joyously romping about in anticipation of a good run. They journey from the kennels to the starting place of the meet, where several members of the hunt are waiting. The master soon has everything arranged, and the horn is blown and off they go. In Full Cry: The hounds are away. Picking up the scent, off they rush through hedge and wood and bush. We catch sight several times of the fox scampering on in terror with the hounds in full cry. The Kill: After an exciting, ringing chase, the hounds pounce upon their prey and quickly kill. They are all gathered together, and off they trot to the assembling place. The dead fox is thrown amongst the hounds, who very soon break it up. The brush is then presented to the lady of the hunt. Return to the Kennels: After such a good chase the horn is blown and the return journey is made. The members, pleased with the chase, trot lazily back, and the pack are conducted back to their kennels.
Year:
1908
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you're free to go.

Staying just because of a child nowadays...

He will grow up alright, don't worry.

What do you want from me?

I want no lies to be between us.

I want my husband to be with me.

Oh, I see.

You've always been with me.

And now you've changed.

It's you who've changed.

You're going around following me.

Why don't you search my pockets too?

Or have you started already?

Alright, Vitya.

I've told you.

Now it's up to you to decide.

- Decide what? I don't understand.

- How we will live.

How we will live? As we did before.

No.

I'm not old yet myself, by the way.

I've still got time.

And to sit here waiting for you...

I won't do that.

What are you up to?

Are you going to cheat on me?

I'll show you.

I'll show you!

Watch it!

Alright.

We'll give you the document.

What's the name?

Mine?

Belov.

We know your name, thank God.

The one you want to...

His is Belikov.

Belikov, good.

And why are you so keen suddenly?

Just like that, out of the blue.

- It means I've been made conscious.

- By who?

By you.

Well, well.

Write the address.

And what is it?

It's a colony.

I see.

Here you are.

Ilya Efimovich, we need your signature.

We've been racking our brains

with this patronage thing,

and the man comes here by himself

and asks to send him

to a colony of all places.

For juvenile offenders.

- Really?

- Really.

He wants to take under

his patronage a fellow

who needs help from an older comrade.

Victor Semyonovich.

I've got a request for you.

Can you not gossip about it?

As you want.

And you too. No gossip, please.

Alright. No gossip.

I've signed up, but I can

just as easily get out of it.

I'm warning you.

Alright then.

Everything'll be alright.

They've got a long visit.

Potapov signed permission.

Here are the keys.

Go to number 2, upstairs.

Come in.

There's a kitchen. And two sets of dishes.

Make yourself at home.

You've got 8 hours.

If you need something, call.

Listen...

Volodya...

Let's cut the crap.

You stood he racket.

- Right?

- What do you mean?

You're taking the rap for your friend.

You covered him up.

- Am I right?

- No.

What do you mean no?

You're a juvenile, right?

And he's older than you.

They would have thrown

the book at him, no question.

So you covered him up.

Tell me, did they promise you something?

Who?

I don't know...

His mother, maybe.

They didn't.

- Was it because of friendship?

- What friendship?

I was the first to hit you.

- You?

- Me.

Cut the crap, buddy.

With this hand, the left one..

I'm left-handed.

You had the right eye bruised, right?

You see, it fits.

It was me.

Got it now?

And I wondered what you wanted from me.

And want to know who hit you.

What's the difference?

Well, well.

Well, Vova.

That's what's up.

Well, Vova.

You're nobody's fool, right?

I am.

If it hadn't been for darkness,

I'd have taken you both out.

- Oops.

- You'd have said oops then.

What you think?

I've got training.

Let me show you something.

Stand up.

Oh come on.

Stand up.

Now hit me.

Go ahead.

I'll block it.

Knock it off.

Hit me.

I'll call the guard.

I've got a suggestion.

How about some sleep?

Sleep then. I have nothing against it.

When were you born then?

In 45.

Old man.

At the factory then?

Where else.

I've seen you in the park once.

With a woman.

My wife.

Stop talking. Sleep.

If I fall asleep, you'll kill me.

Or not?

We'll see.

Why don't you sleep yourself?

Well, slept enough?

As of senses bereft,

at a black shawl I stare,

And my chill heart is tortured

with deadly despair.

When dreaming too fondly

in credulous youth,

I loved a Greek maiden

with passion and truth.

My Greek girl was gentle

and loving and fair;

But my joy quickly sank

in a day of despair.

Is it from the library?

It's mine.

Don't you get enough sleep at home?

Sleep.

I left you some food.

Alright.

Who cooked the cakes? Mother?

Wife.

Tasty.

Any kids?

A boy.

Valera.

Valera?

Well done.

What you think.

It's ok.

Everything's alright.

Believe it or not...

I was worse than you.

Army changed me.

They fixed me.

I came back a different man.

What?

Nothing.

I went to the factory.

Got married.

I got a flat, money.

I've got a son.

Sports.

Fox-hunting, heard about it?

I'm a pro.

In a nutshell, it's ok.

The way it's supposed to be.

What then, Volodya?

Don't you want to follow my example?

Your example?

Exactly. Why not?

Nothing, forget it.

No, speak up. What's wrong with that?

Nothing's wrong.

Why are you smiling then?

Who's smiling?

No smiles here.

How?

I saw it.

When I was talking, you were laughing.

What's so funny?

Let's laugh together.

I mean it, Volodya.

You'd better speak your mind.

And these smiles...

Knock it off.

I need you like a whole in the head.

Do you think it's my idea?

You think I've come here myself?

I've got an assignment

from social organizations.

To make a person out of your stupid ass.

A person, get it?

That's all. Enough.

Leaving already?

Stay a bit longer.

No.

Stay, please.

What for?

I don't want to go back to the barracks.

I'd sleep here.

Raining?

It's snowing.

What?

We've got a guest?

No guests.

You're here.

So what?

Not here.

What happened?

Nothing happened.

Sit down.

- And you?

- I will too.

Me and you. Together.

Where is Valera?

I've sent him to my mother.

Is it bitter?

It's not bitter, it's dry.

What?

I thought my godfather arrived

and was hiding in the kitchen.

No one's arrived, no one's hiding.

Take a glass.

Why are you so quiet?

I'm thinking.

You've forgotten?

Some occasion?

Exactly.

Well?

No, there's no occasion.

For no special reason.

Just like that?

Yes.

Let's live as before.

We've had it alright, haven't we?

Do you remember that summer

at your godfather's?

- Is it when you were pregnant?

- No, it was after that.

With Valera.

You were so...

You were always by my side

Be more gentle with Valera.

It doesn't matter that he's a boy.

You're too strict to him.

Maybe we should get ourselves a girl?

What are you talking about?

Really, what? I'm confused.

Do you love me?

Haven't you left me?

Left?

What do you mean left? I'm here, with you.

With me.

All the same.

All the same what? It's not the same.

Why are you standing there?

Come here.

Really?

Come.

- You understand?

- I do.

They promised a visit

at the end of the month.

I've passed socks and

warm underwear for you.

Ok.

Have something to write with?

Yeah.

Remember a surname. Shakhov.

- Shakhov?

- That's right.

He's the head of department

at Pervomayskaya.

At Pervomayskaya?

Yes. He's been sent the documents.

Ask him, what papers

are needed apart from those.

From the factory of from you.

I know.

Tell this Shakhov that

I'm the first candidate for early release.

Yeah.

They will tell you what to do and...

I see.

Visit a district police officer too.

What's his name?

- Saphonov?

- Yes, to Saphonov, to let him know.

I've already been there.

Now listen.

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