Burnt by the Sun Page #3

Yes?

Nothing. Later.

Uncle Mitya!

Do you want tea with jam

of coffee with milk?

Coffee with jam.

Fancy that!

Grandmother!

Yes, dear?

Uncle Mitya wants coffee with jam.

No!

Nadya!

How old are you?

Six.

Olga Nikolayevna!

One day, when Marussya was six

and I was sixteen...

...the Bolshoi was performing "Lakm".

Boris Konstantinovich was conducting.

Mitya, I'm a bit short now...

...but tonight for sure...

- Here we go.

- Tonight...

I was giving him a towel.

During the overture...

...she said to me, "I want to pee."

Thank you, Mitya.

I said, "It's only just started." She said, "A pee."

I told her, "Wait, I didn't bring a pot."

She said, "I want to pee!""

People started shushing us.

So we went out.

She said, "I don't want to go alone."

The men's room made no sense,

and I couldn't go to the ladies' room.

I ended up taking her to the men's room.

Rachmaninoff

was just coming out.

He asked me,

"Who's the father of this lovely child?"

I replied...

"Boris Konstantinovich."

He said, "What a lovely boy!"

"Tell his father to buy him some trousers!"

Coffee or tea?

I wanted water.

No, nothing, thank you.

Mitya, coffee or tea?

No, really, thank you.

Enjoy your meal.

That's Daddy's chair.

Nadya! Shame on you!

He's a guest.

You never let Kirik sit there.

Kirik should...

Because Kirik...

- Dimitri...

- Yes?

No, Olga. Don't worry.

In yesterday's "Pravda"...

Vsevolod...

Marussya, do you want something?

Me? No.

What's that, then?

This?

It's a glass.

Well?

Shall we go for a swim?

Mitja!

I'd love to.

- Where's your bathing suit?

- Over there.

Kirik, we're going for a swim!

Everything is as it used to be.

You haven't changed at all...

...except for your hair.

None of you have changed, either.

We're too old to change now.

Today at 5 P.M....

...in the Storming-of-the-Bastille Park...

...there will be a performance...

...of Communist composer,

Minayev's works...

...in honor of the 6th

anniversary of the celebrations...

...of the construction of Stalin's

balloons and airships.

Admission is free.

Happy holiday, dear comrades!

Hurry up, or the pioneers will get our spot.

Comrade,

What time is it?

Stand up! Attention!

At ease, fellows.

Happy holiday to you all!

Here, Nadya.

Mokhova, put that doll away!

I'm not that little any more.

What else can I give you?

You're still young enough

for it. Stop acting up.

"Not that little"... Hah!

I really want to join the pioneers!

Why?

To get up at the bugle's call...

...swim at the whistle's blast...

...and get buried to music.

Who said that?

Why?

What?

To get up at the bugle's call...

...swim...

...at the whistle's blast...

Hello! Would you like to swim?

To march...

...to the drum's beat...

...eat in time...

And if you do all that, you'll get buried...

...to music.

Why?

Marussya, I'm going to the jetty.

Uncle Mitya...

...why do you say that?

- What?

Don't pester him.

I'm pestering him?

Yes.

That's a good one!

Then, stay here.

I'm leaving.

Here, have fun.

Nadya!

What?

Nothing... nothing.

Please return the poodle

named Philimon...

...to the janitor

of dacha number 17...

...the home of

Professor Kaluta.

Happy Holiday, dear comrades!

Why are you sulking?

What's wrong?

Mother told me off.

Mother told you off?

Mother told us off.

What a wicked mother.

You were pestering them...

...with questions.

They want to talk.

They're old friends.

They lost touch for a long time.

And little poppet starts pestering them.

Come on, let's take the boat

along the river.

Sergei!

I don't like that!

She can swim right here!

Marussya!

Just let us go. O.K.?

Leave us alone.

Lie there and sun yourself.

Wide, muscular shoulders.

Really, I understand.

A dazzling smile, his portrait

hanging everywhere.

And all that will collapse.

With one small flick.

Olga Nikolaievna...

Marussya was that size...

I remember that.

She must have been two months.

And me, ten years.

You brought me to the cradle

and you said:

Mitya, I present you Marussya.

And then I gave a finger to her hand...

...and she grabbed it.

And then she opened her eyes...

...and struck a fart.

"Come closer", she said.

What are you talking?

How could I talk at the age of 2 months?

Well, that's what you said to me.

Or that's at least what you thought.

And you?

What did you say?

- You didn't have that before.

- What?

That's nothing. It's just a

scratch on the surface.

What surface?

"I want to create a big, iron bird,..."

"...which wings have the Red Star on it."

What do you think?

Should we ask them to turn up the volume?

"...It's really a shame....

"You ran off to travel the world, and I followed,

true to my word..."

"Chuki-chuki-chuki..."

Marussya!

Why aren't you asking me any questions?

Why don't you say anything?

I'm reading.

But why?

I don't want to know any more.

What do you mean, "any more"?

Any more than I already know.

Well, well...

And what do you know?

What's that?

When did you do that?

- Back then.

- And?

They saved me. I didn't know

you had to do it in water.

To keep the blood from coagulating.

Marussya!

Marussya! Mitya!

The CIDER!

- The CIDER!

- Hush!

The Civilian Defense Regiment!

They'll try to train us...

...for gas attacks.

Leave, quickly!

Or they'll take you away!

- They're far away.

- They're starting again!

They'll put those pipes on us!

Olga Nikolayevna. I'm scared!

Then the masks,

and they'll pinch our breasts.

- I'm going.

- We've still got time.

The raskers will find us!

Not raskers... rescuers!

They pinch my breasts and knees.

Any other woman would be delighted!

But I am a virgin.

They all say that.

What pretty feet!

So round, so soft, so beautiful.

As for mine, look.

See? Like shoe leather.

As hard and rough as rocks.

Is it because you've run a lot?

Yes. Run and walked.

Where were you running to?

Sometimes away from them...

...sometimes toward them.

Your feet will always be like that.

Why?

They'll always be this round...

...because there will be many airplanes, cars...

...trolley cars, buses and underground trains.

And roads will be nice and flat...

...shoes will be comfortable...

...and socks will be soft...

Why?

"Why?"

Because we're building up

Soviet power for that...

...so that, all their lives,

people will have feet...

...like yours.

To run without having to flee.

Follow your path.

Follow it well...

...and, above all, work hard.

Respect your parents...

...and cherish your Soviet Motherland.

You're feel hot!

Tell me...

- You're not sick, are you?

- No

- You're sure?

- Yes.

You've no idea how good I feel with you.

Is that true?

Me, too.

With you, everything is

calm...

...everything is easy.

I adore you.

Can we drift like this for all our lives?

Yes, but with Mother.

Of course.

We won't leave without her.

I'm going for a swim.

Comrade... comrade!

What time is it?

What's wrong?

Help a poor invalid stand up.

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