Sibiriada Page #8

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Fine!

Thank you very much, Tofik,

my dear friend.

Go, and never come back!

You want to know

why you signed my resignation?

I was in your way, wasn't I?

You want to keep Taya, that's right?

Tofik...

Let me tell you, bastard...

For how long have we

known each other?

In all that time, have you ever seen

me doublecross anyone?

- Tofik...

- Have I ever hurt anyone?

Stay, and you'll see that Tofik isn't

interested in somebody else's crumbs!

No, Tofik...

I'm leaving.

Hey, dog, here...

What's your name?

- Taya!

- What are you doing here?

- All dressed up and no place to go?

- Winter's "a-coming in", Taya.

The swans are flying South,

and I'm going with them.

- So you're leaving, are you?

- I am!

I'm bored to death...

I came here to make oil shoot into

the Siberian sky, as my dad wanted.

One can dig holes

in the ground anywhere.

You're right.

- You'll probably go to your Sochi?

- Yes, Sochi, of course.

I came here to get you.

Pack your things.

Don't look at me like that.

You're coming with me.

What the heck.

Let's go, kid!

You're very nice, Alyosha.

You're a great guy.

Listen, Taya, we'll get married. You

are a good woman. I like you.

Remember, in the forest

you asked me a question?

- Why I never married.

- Yes.

After the war, I waited for you here

six years.

- You're lying.

- Six years.

Then I went to work on a boat,

hoping it would take me to Sochi

and I'd find you there.

Yes, that's what I did.

Only it's hard to get to Sochi

through Salekhard.

It's quite the opposite direction.

You know, Taya,

I'll tell it only to you.

I've never been to Sochi.

Yeah, it's the truth!

I saw it in a movie, I dreamed of

going there, but didn't get a chance.

First, the orphanage, then the war,

then this drilling for oil.

It's a long way to Sochi. I don't

have enough money.

- Is it true what you said, Taya?

That you waited for me?

Let's get married, Taya.

I can't.

Besides, you wouldn't want me.

- I would, you'll see.

- No.

I'm pregnant, Alyosha.

Whose is it, Taya?

I don't know.

All right, Taya, I'll take you anyway!

A blind date!

Get packed, where's your coat?

Come on, Taya dear!

Pack your suitcase...

- I can't, Alyosha.

- It's decided.

- Wait...

- That's it.

Well, all set?

Good girl, Taya.

Get packed, Taya.

I'm not going, Alyosha.

No.

- You're somebody I don't need.

- The child needs a father.

You think you're what he needs?

No, Alyosha.

I've got a child,

I don't need anybody else.

I don't need you.

That's all.

You don't need me either.

The truth is...

only the motherland

has ever needed me.

Nobody else ever did.

Everyone has his own destiny,

my poor Alyosha.

Motherless child...

No one's child...

All right, Taya. God is watching.

He'll provide. Goodbye, Taya!

What? You going already?

You're a fool.

Throwing away your happiness.

My Alyosha, my darling...

Go quickly, please.

Go, Alyosha, go...

- Where are you going?

- Can't do anything now!

Don't stay here!

She'll blow up any second!

- Get away, Sanya!

- Get out of the way!

- Everyone out of there?

- I figure everyone's out.

- How about that!

- The power she's got!

Alyosha, my dear friend!

Sanya!

Sanya!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

...Half of the Siberian territory

is good for prospecting

for oil and gas deposits...

And now, having made

massive investments...

"A GUSHER OF OIL AND GAS HAS

JUST HIT AT THE YELAN DERRICK.

TRYING TO SHUT UP THE GUSHER,

DRILLER ALEXEl USTYUZHANIN

WAS BURNED TO DEATH."

This exploration has yielded

no positive results.

There is no oil in Western Siberia.

I, Tofik, say you won't go anyplace

until you've made good the damage...

I'm from Yelan. My granddad is there,

and my father's over there...

- Champagne is what I like...

- If we make it...

...I'll give you a case of champagne...

Fellow delegates!

I have this telegram,

delivered ten minutes ago.

There is oil in Siberia...

a lot of it!

Go on, read it.

There was an accident... a man died.

Who was it?

A Siberian.

A war veteran.

An expert driller.

A working man,

Alexei Nikolayevich Ustyuzhanin.

I will ask you, please, to stand

in respect for his memory.

- I was a Red partisan!

- I don't care if you're Budyonny!

I'm going to tech you!

Let me through.

Philip, they won't let us

in the cemetery!

- Why can't those people go in?

- Natural gas. Could explode.

All my ancestors are here.

I have three brothers here and all

the others.

Wait. It's for your own good.

What good is it to me

if I don't have the right

to visit my parents here?

Are you still not happy, Frol?

I gave you my word I'd fight to keep

Yelan. I've kept my word.

We have won back our dear native land.

Just look

at that power and beauty!

Secretary Solomin, we have to clear

the cemetery. As soon as possible.

- What are you saying? Are you crazy?

- A big oil gusher in the center.

Right here!

Are you scared, Filka?

Use your authority!

There may be an explosion!

- Solomin!

- You can't clear it!

Comrade Solomin!

Comrade Secretary!

- Come on!

- Bring a bulldozer!

Wait, Uncle Frol.

HERE LIES AFANASY USTYUZHANIN,

SERVANT OF GOD:

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