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The red sport shorts she was awarded

for winning the crass-country race

an the birthday of comrade

Stalin Visarionovich.

Ff would have been better

if she fast' her sour',

You, primitive b*tch.

Look at your comrade.

Shame on her.

A socialist youth member, acting

as if we were in the Dark Ages.

- Please, don't, Comrade Olivera.

- Shut up.

Marija, did you ask for an advocate?

Did Marija ask for an advocate?

You won't get out until you tell me

who committed this awful crime.

Listen carefully.

Those shorts are not underpants,

comrades.

They are not ordinary shorts.

They are holy. A sacrament.

Are you aware how important

those shorts are for our collective?

They are a gift

from the Gymnastics Committee...

Shut up, bastard!

I'm talking now!

Those shorts acknowledge

a great respect for all of us.

We bear those shorts in our hearts.

They have social, political,

and moral meaning.

Those shorts filled me with pride.

I got goose bumps

when I saw Comrade Strezovska

in those shorts.

I have goose bumps now!

F***ing peasants,

the red shorts must be found!

Look under every tree!

Turn every stone! Is it clear'?

They didn't find

the sacred shorts

Our poor girls stayed for ages

in an icy cold roam.

The coldest roam in the orphanage

in the middle of winter.

Many got fix',

Same even started

coughing out blood:1.

While Lenche, our Lenche,

was taken to hospital.

"What is if with you?

Why are you fallowing me? he asked.

Maybe you're queer, kid?

What's a queer?

You're not a kid, but a devil!

You want to show off, don't you?

I'm going to report you

to Comrade Warden.

Comrade Olivera's shorts!

I found them!

Quite by accident

the red shorts' mystery

had been solved.

The kitchen ladies used them

as Washing rags.

Thai very next srping we heard

that Lenche Petkova, our Lenche,

died in hospital.

Damn me. We were already dead.

Just shadows.

It's a lie that she's dead.

I know who spreads such rumors.

That bastard.

- Queer.

- You want trouble, mouse?

Queer.

I'm going to stick your head

in the toilet! You won't know...

Exercise!

Not you! You are supposed

to control them!

Get in line, motherf***er.

Save soap.

You, swine, no bathing for you!

Lem, I told you the friendship

is to be earned.

If you Want to be my friend,

tomorrow you'll ask

about Lenche's death

at Olvera 's class.

At Comrade Olivera's?

Finally I got the chance

to became his friend.

Damn me, I was scared.

"I'll stand like a border post,

defending... " Klimovski, be quiet.

Macedonian, Turk, Vlach

And Albanian

Brothers side by side

Started a new life

With Tito as the guide

Good. Sit down.

What's important in what we heard?

Klimovski'?

- Brotherhood and unity!

- Good. Sit down.

And what else? Goce!

Sit down, Goce.

Sit down, you blockhead.

Lem Nikodinoski!

I wanted to ask...

I wanted to...

Comrade Tito...

He's important, isn't he'?

We are here to formulate

thoughts and ideas.

Not to speak nonsense.

Nikodinoski, aren't you listening

to me'? Repeat what I said.

Do you know the word "moron,"

or is "idiot" more familiar to you?

Is it true that our comrade

Lenche Petkova has died'?

Look, comrades.

Some people get sick.

Some stay healthy.

That's how nature works.

It's a dialectic.

How should I put it'? It's all

connected to materialism!

And our comrade

Lem Nikodinoski is provoking us!

While our country is attacked

by monarchs and fascists,

our comrade Lem Nikodinoski

is provoking us!

He's a saboteur! Sit down!

Fifty-eight, fifty-nine, one hour.

Isaac finally smiled at me.

There was a strange oath

Written with small letters

in the message.

I swear before my brother

and before Lord our God

that I'll use all my strength

fighting for the truth.

I'll accept any punishment

if I'm not faithfull

to the fallowing commandments.

Respect your awn free will.

That's the mast sacred thing

that you have.

Never lie. The lie is a Weapon

of evil powers.

Do not run. Running away

is no solution.

Remember, all things In the world

are interconnected.

Now we're brothers.

He gave me a present.

"With the box you see

the world's mirror image.

The future is the past.

That's What he told me.

You know what repentance is,

don't you, son?

You know what repentance is,

don't you, son?

I haven't done anything wrong.

Listen carefully.

Provocation is a bad thing.

Sabotage, even worse.

You're a smart kid. A hero.

Comrade Warden,

I just asked if Lenche had died.

Listen. Your village has

given people heroes. Veterans.

What is self-criticism

for a big man like you?

- You'll learn this by heart.

- But, Father...

I don't understand.

How have I sinned?

I didn't love Lenche.

She was even...

Beast!

I think the biggest mistake

is our comrade Lem,

who doesn't want

to admit his mistakes.

With that, he is not only

a provocateur and saboteur,

but a collaborator of our enemies.

A traitor!

Very good.

What punishment do you suggest?

To throw him into the cellar and

give him just bread and water.

Sit down. Someone else? Nikolche.

We all accept self-criticism.

Who does he think he is?

It's not right.

What punishment do you suggest?

The bellman should beat him blue

until he confesses.

Metodija.

Our former comrade Lem has

become an anti-people's element.

We gave him a chance to repent,

to be self-critical, but he refuses.

The beast would've

understood by now!

I suggest we throw him

into the cellar for life!

To clean toilets,

to sleep alone in the cellar,

and to clean our boots

for five years.

- No, seven years!

- And to wash our socks!

- To serve us lunch!

- To be castrated!

- Death to fascism!

- Freedom for the people!

Have Isaac cast a spell on him

and turn him into a pig,

and then out his throat,

so we can all have a feast.

Come on, comrades,

let's not go too far.

Get back!

Listen carefully.

For Keyten.

He's to be thrown down in the cellar

and be given only bread and water

until comrade Lem states

his comradely self-criticism.

Damn me, if seemed

Whatever I'd do, I do Wrong.

To safe Isaac,

if would have been simple

to read the self-criticism.

But that meant lying in public.

And I swore before my brother

and before Lord our God

that 2' wouldnt fie

I would have swallowed not only

raw potatoes but live snakes

just to get sick and to be taken away

from this cursed orphanage.

Like our Lenche.

You ran away?

"Running away is no solution,

said Isaac.

I'll have to go back.

I'll smear your mouth.

Then you'll be able

to utter the self-criticism.

This will draw your Wards

to Wipe them out

as if you uttered nothing.

The magnetic and strong force

of the collective

has got me back to my senses.

There's one force tough enough

to show me the right way.

Materialistic self-criticism.

That way, the victory will be ours.

- Death to fascism!

- Freedom for the people!

Three cheers for our comrade!

You'll be a Tito's pioneer

after all, won't you, son?

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