Burnt by the Sun Page #8

And tomorrow...

...no, today...

...I'm going to dial

that number...

...and, believe me, your department will get hell...

Yes, yes.

Trains with geese.

The geese will be well-fed,

all right. We'll make...

...a special effort for you.

Who's that sh*t across the road?

Stop.

Yes, Sir.

Don't try anything stupid, Sergei Petrovich.

Like what? I did the stupid things ages ago.

I used up all my gasoline

driving around all day.

Hello.

My wife washed my shirt with the address in it.

It was Zagorianka or Zagorienka.

That's not around here.

No one knows anything!

They're all Mongoloids!

They send you one way, and then another!

I've been driving in circles all day for nothing!

Hold on, son I...

I need a little gasoline.

I crossed the forest...

Where are you going?

Are you Comrade Kotov?

Hold on...

Are you going to Nagori?

- Perhaps...

- Hold on...

It's the other way.

I'll show you.

- Don't move!

- Are you crazy?

Sit down, damn it!

Halt!

About face!

Comrade... comrade...

I've got nothing... Comrade...

I've... The adress faded away...

I don't make much money...

My papers are in order.

I'm going to...

Halt!

Hands behind your head!

Hands behind your head, I said!

It's just that the address faded, and...

Comrade, comrade...

I've got all my papers here...

Here, in the truck.

I've only...

The customer... the boss

is waiting for me...

He... he's been waiting all day...

All my papers are in order...

Comrade, comrade, I...

Comrade Stalin...

Comrade!

Comrade!

Is that really Colonel Kotov in the car?

Is that really Colonel Kotov in the car?

No, he just looks like him.

- Your papers!

- What?

Your papers!

They're in order!

It's my wife who...

Why take my license?

Comrades!

Comrades... you...

Hurry, we're leaving!

O.K.

Hurry... the tarpaulin...

Let's go.

Stand it up.

You're useless!

It's crazy what they are going to look for.

A little more and he'd run away!

What strength!

And what talent!

Through the truck...

He has torn my jacket.

Right on the nose.

And he said his wife had washed his shirt,

...that the address had faded.

What an actor!

Bravo, artist!

My nose is fragile...

Ever since I was little...

In any case, well done, Dimitri Andreyevich!

I would never have guessed!

So much for studies!

A future enemy of the people!

Otherwise, we'd be in his shoes!

To think of my jacket!

I don't like writing these reports.

This is Radio Moscow, 7 o'clock.

Good morning, comrades.

It's time for four morning exercises.

"Burnt by the sun..."

"As the crimson sea did run..."

KOTOV, Sergei Petrovich, Colonel in the Red Army.

Shot on August 12, 1936.

Rehabilitated posthumously in 1956,

3 years after Stalin's death.

KOTOVA, Maria Borissovna.

Sentenced to 10 years deprivation

of freedom. Died in a camp in 1940.

Rehabilitated posthumously on November 27, 1956.

KOTOVA, Nadya. Arrested with

her mother on June 12, 1936.

Permanently rehabilitated on November 27, 1956.

Lives in Kazakhastan.

Works in a music school.

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