Burnt by the Sun Page #4

Of course.

Half past one.

Thank you.

He dove in fully dressed!

A man dove in fully dressed!

The idiot!

All right.

Mitya!

Mitya!

Mitya!!!

- Were you scared?

- You fool!

- Were you scared?

- You fool!

Let go of me!

Your wife should be scared for you.

Do you remember this place?

One month after

Boris Konstantinovich died...

...you caught your mother with Kirik.

A terrible business!

Deeply affected, you fled the house...

...and I found you here.

Right here.

It was cold...

...it was raining.

I told you to go back...

...but you didn't want to.

So I stayed, too.

Don't you remember?

"Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears"

"Had left the flushing..."

Not even that?

And we spent the night in the boatman's barn.

Our first night.

And afterward?

I had a volume of Shakespeare

with me, "Hamlet".

I read.

She cried.

You cried.

"Ere yet the salt of most unrighteous tears"

"Had left the flushing eyes..."

Do you know what I remember most?

The mark of the elastic...

...on your belly.

It was as pink as a baby's.

Why are you telling me all this?

I don't know.

Marussya...

...I simply believed...

...that if that life no longer existed for me...

...it no longer existed

for anyone else.

And that everyone had vanished.

But here you all are.

And nothing has changed for you.

It's just that I'm not here.

You've obliterated me...

...with an eraser.

Deleted.

Gas warning!

We're under attack!

We're under attack!

The DEF. AVIA. CHIM

and the SHAM CIDER...

defend...

...against the

imperialist foe...

Happy holiday, dear comrades!

Civilian defense...

...is a vital cause for the State.

- Put this on.

- What time is it?

Put on the gas mask.

I'm sorry, but I'm going to miss my train.

It's the duty of every Soviet citizen...

...to help Civilian Defense...

...in fighting the hydra of world imperialism.

I've got your parasol.

Don't let a patriot down!

Comrade!

Don't you need some casualties?

- Yes.

- I'm seriously wounded.

Seriously? The stretcher!

- Gas mask!

- Yes, Sir!

- Lie down.

- Yes, Sir!

Forward march!

Just a moment!

You, the comrade with the trunk!

What about me?

- What?

- I'm dead.

- We leave the dead.

- What?

A stretcher! A mask!

I'm wounded now.

I'm hurting all over.

Forward march!

Let go of me!

What are you doing?

What's your name?

The Red Civil Defense is the

best shield of the soviet states...

...against global imperialism.

Happy birthday, comrades!

"I'm in the cherry tree..."

Get out of here!

How about that...

Where are they?

I've no idea.

Look at that!

They left their shoes...

...and the ball, and the book, too.

And they left without us.

Yes...

- Daddy?

- What, dear?

Where are you running like that?

Nadya!

I'm not running.

I'm walking calmly.

But, Daddy...

I'll carry you.

Come on.

There, like that.

Let's go.

We'll try to see where they could be.

If I was the one who...

...left books at the beach...

...think how Mother

would react!

Daddy, you're hurting me.

Where, huh? Where?

You have such a temper, Nadya!

Your mother's right.

You have a real temper!

Daddy, you're squashing my tummy!

Daddy, look!

Uncle Mitya's pants and shirt

are hanging there.

Yes, you see, he put them there to dry.

Here, hang it up.

- How?

- Throw it.

Aim well, you can do it.

How do you expect me to do it?

That's good...

...that will do.

That will do. Stop.

Stop... I'm scared...

Stop...

I remember that Boris had decided..

...to give work to Mitya,

who was then a poor student.

He was supposed to make

Marussya work on her music.

When I was in the room with

them, they were serious.

legato... syncopated pedal...

Appoggiatura...

But one day, I'd only just left the room...

... when I suddenly heard...

- what was it, Mitya? -

A can-can!

Mother come into the room.

I was Nadya's age...

I thought I was going to faint!

...and I was doing this!

And with great style, too!

They're dancing!

When you've got to go...

Bravo!

Sergei Petrovich!

Why are you eating alone?

Why not wait for the others?

I wanted to call them...

...but I don't speak French.

Not yet.

Hand me a napkin.

And you, Mokhova...

...do you speak French?

So, you, too...

...you can go...

Do you need help?

Lunch?

Let's all have lunch!

Where's Sergei Petrovich?

Sergei Petrovich...

...is already seated.

Come on, let's eat.

They must be dry by now.

I'll bring in your things.

My clothes are cold

and it's drafty here.

I'll be damned!

Hey, guys!

I have an adress here that has faded.

Help me. What is it?

Zagorianka or Zagorienka?

I've been going around in circles all day.

Where are you from?

There's no such place.

My wife washed my shirt...

Get out of here, and hurry up!

Get out of here!

But...

The address has faded...

Thank you.

That's wonderful.

It's like in Boris' day.

Lord...

...I can still see Elena singing that on stage.

Ah, what a time that was!

Things aren't so bad nowadays, either...

...but it's the aroma...

...the taste of life that has vanished.

For good.

Listening to you, what good life you had.

- Yes.

So why not keep it?

How that?

Yes, why fight for it?

We fought for it.

You fought for it?

Why are you running away?

- Why did you run away then?

- Who?

You were armed, supported by the alliance,

strong and laced.

Why do poor people run away,

naked and uncultivated?

Me, for example,

I never studied the arts of war. Never.

And yet I went from

the Urals to Siberia.

And you... nothing.

You know, it's a philosophical question.

Of course, my dear scholar.

As always, it's a philosophical question.

Because you had nothing to offer. You want...

...no change.

And why?

Because you believe that all this would happen.

Yes, that it happens, and that it didn't happen.

That doesn't work.

We remember...

...the life, the good life we had.

...and how good it was.

Of course, the best, they understood:

They served the Revolution.

With courage and honesty.

Not by fear, but with their heart.

Serguei Petrovitch,

although I have been reformed

you were flat-fooded.

Absolutely.

I was still...

...hurt.

By a ball in a billard room.

Why are you arguing...

...dear comrades?

Nadya!

Do you know what you'd be

called in France?

No.

"Nadine."

No. "Nadya."

Well, "Nadya"...

...come over here.

I'm going to tell you a story.

There...

Once upon a time, in the land of Sursia...

...there was a boy...

...called Yatim.

He sang beautifully...

...played different instruments and loved poetry.

His parents were friends with a kind magician...

...whose name...

...was Sirob.

- Did he wear a turban?

- No.

And kind Sirob liked little Yatim very much.

He took him into his house

to raise him.

He started to teach him magical music.

They loved each other

like a father loves his son...

...and a son loves his father.

There, Nadine, the whole story.

Sirob had a daughter.

Yes!

He called her...

Yassuram.

What a funny name!

Sirob had a big house, a very bright place...

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