Starukhi

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Aunt Anna!

Aunt Anna!

Aunt Anna!

I've come.

Why are you screaming?

Mikolka, what has happened?

She is lying as if she were alive

and does not say a word.

Forgive us, forthe God's sake.

Forgive us, mother!

Do forgive!

She never drank a drop.

But always used to take a bottle.

How she loved me,

Have you sent a telegram to Pasha?

I asked the duty postman

he promised to give a call to the district.

Where is he working?

- He is an actor in a theater.

- In the biggest theater. He is an actor.

Will such a jackass come at all?

He does not have a single coin in his pockets.

He works in the theater and lacks the money.

Will the priest come here?

It is warm. Do not look.

He will not come.

He will not go to such a faraway hole.

Well, if he does not come, let it be so.

We'll take care of the business ourselves.

And you, my Anna, are lying here

and you will miss your pension.

So will we.

For last three months.

- Have we received anything?

- So she won't get it anymore.

She does not need it anymore.

She does not need it.

We'll write to the mayor. They do not have the right.

- How she loved me!

- Well, that's enough.

Who will bury us?

There is only Mikolka left.

Just one man.

They'll find a way, they will.

- We'll bury you in the old women's corner.

- Ok, that's all right.

Well,

every custom has been observed.

Everything is proper.

- She lived a difficult life.

- Do you mean Anna?

- She never complained to us.

...Yes, yes.

Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross

forgive us.

Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross

forgive us.

Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross

forgive us.

Eternal memory.

And the Holy Kingdom to you!

Is this Fedka?

He has not forgotten us!

Fedka is coming!

- Finally!

- Well, comrade...

At ease!

Oh, my dear!

Oh, my sweetie!

Oh, my sweetie!

Fekla! Come on!

Oh, come on, honey!

Ah! Fine!

Moonshine!

- Excuse me, anyway.

- Dear, never mind.

The funeral is so awkward.

But I do not have a single soldier.

And constant checks, checks all the way!

Russia! Mother!

I'm your son!

Oh! A present!

- My grandson!

- What's up?

- Who are you?

- Who am I? Ajerk in the hay!

Who has sent a telegram about

Grandma's death? Or is she alive?

Oh, God forbid! Pashka, is that you?

Pashka!

Fuckashka!

Pashka!

Oh, Lord, how robust

you have become with that food in Moscow!

Why should I refuse?

He sings so well!

Sing, Pasha!

Sing, Pasha!

- It's inappropriate.

- I say, sing.

Sing.

Fedor, but it is inappropriate.

You know, I will not leave you alone

Sing!

That's all.

Did I say that?

I passed the whole thing over intact and whole.

You'd rather visit

the graveyard, jackass.

I'm on my way.

Now what?

Mikola, will you see me off?

- When should I drive you back?

- Tomorrow.

To the Moscow train.

The Moscow one.

Ok, ladies,

do not miss me too much.

See me off!

See me off to the graveyard!

Go! Have you forgotten

where the graveyard is? It remains where it used to be.

He has gone nuts in his Moscow.

Mikola, take him to the graveyard,

he forgot where it is.

He used to be a dumbass, and still remains a dumbass.

Well, this is all the land

that a man needs!

That's all.

A man lives on and suddenly dies.

Mikola, do you remember

we played the Timur scout team in that hut?

You were small at that time.

And we stayed overthere for nights.

Moms were looking for us all overthe village,

and were afraid to go up there. Remember?

Do you visit the place?

No one is looking for me.

Not for me as well.

No one is looking for me.

What a good snack marinated cabbage is!

Looks well on the table

and cheap enough for all the quests.

Are your eggs rotten?

Smell yours!

You've gone nuts!

The hens lay eggs daily.

What a jerk!

Here you are!

- Hot chocolate to him!

- Pour a glass!

Pour, pour!

Pour!

What's up! Pour! That'll do!

Oh, fine!

Fine booze.

Let's remember Anna in our prayers.

She was a kind soul.

Rest in peace.

How she loved me!

Come on, come on. Hot potatoes!

Are you mad?

Who pinned up this a**hole?

Which? What's wrong? What's up?

You presented this posterto us long ago.

- You made a present and we pinned it up.

- 10 years ago.

10 years ago I was

in his warm-up team.

What did you warm up for him, eh?

Well, I sang forfirst 10 minutes, and

then he played for an hour and a half.

A star!

And now...

He is my accompanying musician.

A great man! OK!

Let's drink forthe memories.

Yes, Mr. Ginsburg,

life is an iceberg.

Today you are on the top, and tomorrow...

How she loved me...

Anna hated quarrels.

I'll go and enjoy the Russian spacious skies.

Let's go, my friend,

you'll make me a company.

What a problem!

What a problem!

Onions make me dyspeptic,

and I still eat them.

Why so?

Because I love them.

And if I love them, I'll eat them

not giving a damn for heartburns.

The dialectics!

The unity and struggle of the opposites.

You will surely miss my point.

You know too little.

And you are a happy man.

You do not know that life is sh*t.

That there is no happiness in life.

That a man is born to suffer.

And you'd rather never learn it.

It makes life easier.

I'm 45 and nothing.

No Opera of Milano.

No Bolshoi theater.

And no Maly.

And Ginsburg sits and plays.

Well, in Russia all roads

are open forthe Gintsburg kin

And all sh*t is saved for me.

And tell me,

what is all this for? What for?

Why should I live? What for?

My life passes away uselessly.

I make a total recall of my past

and ask myself a question.

What did I live for?

What purpose was I born for?

May be it existed.

May be, my destination in life was very high.

Because I feel

immense strength in my soul.

But I've missed this destination.

I've been trapped by my passions,

Vain and empty passions.

I emerged from this melting pot

firm and cold as a piece of iron.

But I seem to have lost

foreverthe fervor of noble aspirations.

The best bloom of my life.

Since that time I played the role

of the axe of destiny many times.

I fell upon the heads

of the condemned ones.

I often did that without any anger.

I always did that without any remorse.

My love

Did not bring any happiness to anyone.

Because I made no sacrifices

forthe sake of the beloved ones.

I loved for myself.

For my own pleasure.

I simply satisfied

strange desires of my heart.

Devouring other people's feelings,

sufferings, joys and caresses.

And never getting fed up with that.

I resembled a hungry man

who took an exhausted nap.

Dreaming of delicious dishes

and sparkling wines.

Swallowing hungrily these

gifts of his imagination,

Feeling better and better

And waking up to nothing,

To the same hunger.

And despair.

May be

I'll die tomorrow.

And there will be not

a single person in the world

who could say they understood me.

Some people think me worse,

Some-betterthan I really am.

Some will say

"He was a nice fellow!"

Others will say

"What a bastard!"

Both statements will be false.

Afterthat, what's the use in living?

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