Siberia, Monamour Page #2

Hop.

Seryozha, you?

I, who else.

Pray before bedtime,

we'll talk tomorrow.

And be quiet there,

uncle Jura is sleeping.

Lord have mercy on me.

Have mercy on me.

Can't sleep. My belly's full of gases

after your turnips.

Uncle Jura!

Hi, cossack.

What the f***?

Why are you making noise at night?

Grandpa was looking

for you everywhere.

I was at the headquarters.

Uncle Jura, will you read me about the 'White

Fang'? - But I did one hundred times before.

Lyoshka, sleep!

Grandpa Ivan, you are like in the Army,

prayer and sleep...

let me exchange a couple

of words with the child.

You, Yuri Pavlovich,

will enforce your rules at home.

But here, I am the boss.

Stop it! Stop it!

I can't... any more.

Enough.

I go to see the girls...

what if they're still awake.

Yes, Anjuta, I remember

in my youth you were hotter...

Real fire, you were.

So why didn't you marry me then...

the real fire?

Thank God, I was clever enough. Otherwise,

another f***er might be here...

while I'd be ramming your ceiling

with my horns, just like your Yuri does.

You're scum, Zachar.

I do not know exactly who is

more of a scum among two of us!

I don't have a bunch of kids

and no one to answer to.

I'll never come again...

have no strength to behave like that.

But you've pigged out, brother! - I'm

more or less normal, Comrade Captain.

Natalie...

To the present ladies...

To the hostess...

- Zheleznjak, f*** off.

- Alright.

Natalie... drink brotherhood!

This is it... hussars arrived.

Enough! Enough! Enough...

Natalie?

- What shall we do, eh?

- But why, Alexandr Sergeevich?

I need a girl. - Girl? I tell you

they all have a free-chick action.

Serving to our protection.

Thank God, I can rest.

- Am I eligible for a holiday?

- You are, of course.

Zheleznjak, to normal.

Natalie?

Private! Who lost the weapon?

Extra duty twice.

Yes, Sir, twice extra duty.

- Who are you?

- Never mind.

- What, you ain't no good?

- It all burns inside... and I'm dizzy.

- Where is the bathroom?

- Down the hall, to the left.

You're nothing but the trouble-maker.

I can do it myself.

Stop it!

- Thanks.

- Russians never leave their own at war.

Well, cossack, will you come live with

me? - I won't, I'm waiting on my dad.

We can wait together,

but rather in our village.

Back in Urman, we have people,

food, kids, TV... Lyoshka!

You'll have whom to play with.

Your wife will be calling me names...

for your food.

No, Lyoshka, she will not.

She's good.

And we'll leave your dad a letter:

we are waiting at Urman.

And he'll come there to join us.

Shall we take Klyk with us?

Klyk? Yes, we can take him, too.

- Why the sun is blue with you?

- I have not much of yellow.

I'm gonna be drawing much.

And what precisely?

I'm drawing Grandpa's God,

for him to see it better...

- Are you sure God is yellow?

- Don't you know, he lights up.

I did not know.

So, is it a deal, cossack?

I come for you tomorrow.

I don't drink milk.

How did it all end the last night? - You

showed your ex-wife, cried all the way.

- Was there anything between us two?

- My turn never came.

- Permission?

- Go ahead.

May I drink?

What a "Healthy Life" team you are!

- Lyubka, what are you doing here?

- Want some milk.

Something I missed? Why aren't you

at the Saturday free-chick party?

I was working on Sunday,

at the Gagik's.

Is that true, Natalie?

Screwed up full time.

- Did they make you a bruise?

- Beasts.

Lyuba? I must bring a girl

for the commander... a good girl.

Give me.

He's an intelligent man,

veteran officer.

If he likes you, he'll

hire you... as a cook.

- Do you cook?

- Cut it, that's shucks.

What are you talking about? Why

are you sitting here? Go to your room!

As for those Caucasian cattle...

these wogs... we'll send them to Allah.

Agree?

Look, you're coming with us. We'll

blow up that stinking roadhouse.

Everything's fair.

- You are hot, uncle... Shall I really go?

- Don't even hesitate, young lady!

Where do you want to go, chicken?

You want the whole company

to f*** you at once?

Too little fun here?

Captain, maybe you missed something?

- Goods must be paid.

- What? I guess you miss something.

Now I'll show you some precision

bombing. I'll blow this hut sky-high.

Hold it, Comrade Captain!

Comrade Captain, wait!

Moment...

There you go.

I really do not have more.

My mother sent me.

- Let her return my passport!

- Give it back to her!

You're finished... fool.

Whoa.

So we agreed, cossack?

You promised me your drawing.

Come on, bring it to me! Run!

I'll be back tomorrow, at dawn...

Hope you'll survive.

G!

Whoa...

They killed your son Matvey.

Stabbed him to death in a drunk fight.

G!

The plan of action is as follows:

You burst into the cafe, remove the safety

pin and shout "For the Motherland",

throw the grenade behind the bar, and get

out of the place if you want to live.

And what if there are

people in there?

- What people?

- Well... just people.

War is war, you know.

So what? Haven't changed your

mind? Come on!

We're gonna bust them,

Allah Akbar!

I have.

Well, it's up to you then.

Back home, private.

Behave modestly with those

people over there.

Give them the meat saying:

"this is from Grandfather".

Never grab the food first at the table.

Uhu.

Grandpa? Does my Dad know where

Urman is? - He does.

You listen to me:

never offend the girls over there.

And do your prayers every day,

like I taught you.

- Remember?

- Aha.

Give this letter to Dad so he won't

think I've not waited for him.

Can you hear?

Animal, it can feel everything.

Turn aside and stop.

Do it!

Stay inside, private.

- What the f*** are you doing?

- Calm down.

What's up?

Well...

Why are you pretending a virgin?

- Uncle Sasha?

- I'll pay you well back in camp.

Come on! Go go, my dear!

Go faster!

You like it?

Is it any good?

Why are you silent?

Say something...

Talk, scum, don't be silent!

Hold it, bastard!

Well, come on, private...

shout it out.

Come on.

Zheleznjak?

Shoot.

It might be for the better.

Go, go!!!

F*** you!

- Come on!

- --...

Take it away,

it's not for the cattle.

Grandpa... will Glashka-the-goat

meet Mom over there?

Shut up.

I want to meet Mom very much.

We all will meet soon.

Come in the house,

and wait on uncle Yuri.

Did you eat our Glashka?

And don't turn your head away,

aren't you ashamed?

Well, when Dad is back,

he'll make you disciplined.

You'll know then how one's

master dog should behave.

Daddy! Daddy!

Uncle Yura!

Yura?

Yura...

What are you doing there?

- Strong hand?

- I am.

- What is it at your hand?

- For the luck.

h?

Gann!

See, it is a real bit.

- You better look for the icons.

- Go look yourself, no icons here.

Gann! Here's an old clock...

- Will you have a look?

- I'm coming.

Good evening, old man.

Can we have some tea?

We're cold like devils.

- I've got nothing to give you.

- It's OK, nothing is fine.

We need just some place warm.

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