Gorod Zero Page #4

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On the following day he expelled Nikolaev and his partner from Komsomol.

Nikolaev was fired from Police force and Lida Shulakova was expelled from the Medical Academy.

She tried to commit suicide - she drank vinegar. She was saved but her throat was burnt and she can't speak since then.

Nikolaev found work in the mess hall, then in the restaurant,

was quiet...

But I knew one day he will do something...and I was right.

To make such show out of your own death! He was the only person, capable for such thing.

Do you know that the public prosecutor thinks that he was killed?

And do you know that our prosecutor is that Smorodinov, who expelled Shulakova and Nikolaev from Komsomol?

All this is very interesting, but...I don't understand why I am involved in this?

The thing is that today in our town the club, named after Nikolaev, will be opened.

And I would like you to be at it's opening.

Me?

But why me?

But you are Nikolaev's son.

So, should we go to the stage? It is time to start.

Hello, Ivan Filipovich. Thank you for coming.

Hello, Nikolay Ivanovich.

Are you going to perform?

What should I do, Nikolay Ivanovich? It is stupid! What can I say about the man I didn't know?

Say a couple of words...What do they say in such cases? ...that he was a good man and so forth.

But I have to speak of him like of my own father!

Aleksey Mikhailovich. Aleksey Mikhailovich, we are waiting for you!

Friends! The rock-n-roll club is opening today in our town!

This is another big victory of Democracy!

After the epochs of Satanism, voluntarism, subjectivism, depression

we have carried through a passionate desire to dance what we want!

Friends...the first person in our town to dance rock-n-roll was cook Nikolaev.

It is always difficult for the first man. But there is a second man after the first one.

and this is a great logic of the history's progress, which is impossible to stop!

Let me introduce to you cook Nikolaev's son.

Comrades, I have to tell you honestly that I haven't known well this wonderful man.

It happened so, we rarely saw each other...just one single time.

He was a very good man, good cook also. I ate his solyanka and steak. Not bad at all.

Do you dance rock-n-roll?

What should I say? I danced before, while studying in Academy.

Dance!

Really, dance!

Rock, rock, rock!

Everybody is dancing!

Silence please.

Never! He could never shoot himself!

He had no guts!

Now watch...the way it's supposed to be done.

Hello. We need Varakin.

It's me.

May we come in?

Please.

Sit down.

My name is Lidia Shulakova...

and this is my son. She means me.

So what do you need?

I am Lidia Shulakova, a person who danced rock-n-roll with Nikolaev.

For that I was expelled from the Medical Academy,

I have drunken vinegar and lost my voice.

Oh, I remember. Chugunov told me about you.

I have some Nikolaev's belongings...

they are very dear for me.

But I want to give them to you.

Thank you.

You know...if this things are so important to you, may be you should keep them to yourself?

Thank you for you being like him.

You have preserved our ideals.

I want to dance with you.

Good evening.

Hello.

Here is Varakin Aleksey Mikhailovich.

I am glad to meet you. I am Ivanov Stepan Filipovich.

The head of our city hall.

This is Lidia Shulakova. Yes, that one.

Glad, glad.

I wanted to meet you for a long time. Thank you for coming, for helping.

The case isn't over yet, Stepan Filipovich.

Yes, that's true. There is a lot of work yet to be done.

But there are changes - this is the main thing.

The fact that rock-n-roll is being rehabilitated has a big, political meaning.

We can't calm down now, Stepan Filipovich.

But we aren't calming down, Vasiliy...

Please.

Thank you.

O! The hero of the day! Why did you come here?

I came to Aleksey Mikhailovich on business.

If on business, come on in then.

How could you disgrace yourself so badly, Nikolay?

Mit', turn up the volume.

You'll ruin Russia!

It's you, who ruins it!

Enough, enough...

How long are you planning to stay here, Aleksey Mikhailovich?

Yes...You know, I, actually, need to be in Moscow. Could you help me to leave?

You can't leave now.

Listen, Stepan Filipovich, I would like to talk to you in private. This is very important.

Please, I am at your service.

Could we speak right now?

I am ready.

Than may be we should step into the corridor?

Hello.

O! Hi, Pavel.

Aleksey Mikhailovich,

I was walking along the corridor and noticed

the girls guarding your door. I have invited them.

Thank you. Hello...

We phoned you. Remember?

We made dumplings and got beer.

Dumplings - it is great.

How could you disgrace yourself, Nikolay?

Leave me alone.

Well, let's drink beer.

Let me.

To progress!

I won't drink.

Why?

I won't drink to this.

Let him go to hell.

You don't want to drink to progress?! Drink to your mother then.

I'll drink to my mother.

What should we do with the dumplings? We don't have any plates.

Here is the spoon. Take it and eat right from the pot.

Aleksey Mikhailovich, we came to you on business. Tamara wants to exchange her room to the room in Tbilisi.

Would you help?

No...It would work only via the triple-exchange. Nobody will exchange straight.

We won't let Tamara go to Tbilisi. We need such gorgeous girls ourselves!

But seriously...I see you are a deputy.

I am not a deputy now, but simply a man in love.

Oh, he is in love right a way.

By the way, Stepan Filipovich, since we are talking business...We don't have a chief engineer.

We also wanted to sing for you.

Let me sing.

Don't stand out.

No, he is pretty good singer.

'Sokolov's choir at Yar...was famous once. Sokolov's guitar is singing in my ears still.

Money, money money is everywhere. Money is everywhere, gentlemen.

Life is bad without the money, completely worthless.'

Hello. May we join you?

And who are you?

We live in the neighboring room. We are the shipping clerks from KievOblRem.

We have heard your singing and decided to take a look.

Good for you.

We have beer. And where are you from?

We are local. I am the head of City Hall, this is our public prosecutor, this is the director of the factory

and this is Chugunov - the head of the local... what's it's name?

writers'...

Yes, the writer's organization.

So everybody is local.

But Varakin isn't ours.

Oh, yes...Varakin Aleksey Mikhailovich is cook Nikolaev's son.

Very pleasant company.

I don't get it, are you going to listen or not? We are singing and you are chatting here!

You are singing nonsense.

Sing yourself then.

Stop Nikolay. You here....Go ahead and sing.

Why should we sing? You don't listen any way?

Which song do you want to hear, Aleksey Mikhailovich?

Me?

'Night is bright, the moon is silently shining above the river. And the blue wave is glittering with silver.

The dark forest is there, in silence of emerald-colored branches. The nightingale doesn't sing his clear songs.

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