Starukhi Page #2

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You keep dragging along

Because of curiosity

Expecting something new.

Funny!

Funny

And disgusting

She has everything at hand

And in time.

We've stayed awake all nigh. Kept waiting.

- Oh, what a headache!

- Fix, fix your hangover.

- How is the singer?

- I dunno, packing up,

May be, saying good-bye to his Grandma's photos.

- Oh, Fedor!

- Fine!

Dear, see him off to

the train doors.

- We'll see him off OK.

- See to it that he gets into the carriage.

- Otherwise he'll miss his train and will start hanging around.

- I'll take him to the trolley.

- And?

- And that's all. Because I have to go to the firing range.

- If I'm late, they'll have my scalp.

- Ask your boys to see him off.

- Well, they'll see to it.

- OK, that's fine.

Do not worry.

Where is this dude, eh?

Honk him.

At last, here he is.

Jackass, leave it alone!

Drop it. Leave it alone.

Just a souvenir, mom, just a souvenir.

Pasha, Pasha, come on.

They'll have my scalp at the firing range.

Do not forget us, come again!

Do not forget us.

Come visit your granny's grave.

Do not forget us.

We'll get lost without you. Just get lost.

Come on, dear.

OK, ladies, when I have time, I'll stop by.

Do not forget us, sweetie.

God bless you.

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong?

I can not understand you

- Stop, then start

Halt!

Halt! Halt!

Here we are?!

Man, this is your destination.

This is your house.

Do not look at other houses.

Do not hang around.

Sign here.

That you actually got it.

Attaboy!

Now unload the truck quickly!

I have to get back before darkness.

How are you?

- What did he say, eh?

- He greeted us in his way.

What a posh robe he has!

- And a warm one.

- Very warm. It could be nice...

Some a**hole came to my garden

and keeps walking around

Is he praying or singing songs?

My whole harvest will be f***ed up

because of this jerk.

He is praying,

Praying to his own God.

He is not of our kin, it goes without a question,

Our people do not pray that way.

Yes, they are praying with bows

to the earth.

Amazing!

The earth is like a stone.

This is theirfaith.

Not ourfaith, but theirs.

A nice man, a robust one.

F*** him, let him pray the way he want

beating the earth either with his head or his ass.

Anyway, it is not our way.

What are you doing here?

I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought the house was empty.

It is not empty. Get outa here!

Foreign a**hole, and never come here again.

Let me take this.

Get outa here!

- Enough!

- Foreign a**hole!

Girls, are you cold?

- Should I set up the samovar?

- OK?

Why are you huddling up?

You are sitting like a wet hen.

My feet are aching. I've been wearing

warm boots since early summer.

Stop weaning!

Do you know what to do?

Boil this mixture and drink, everything will be OK.

Nothing will be OK.

It normalizes the blood pressure as well.

Where are you carrying this boiler?

Did you take it from my bath house?

I took it from the bath overthere.

Take it.

There are good logs overthere

and good stones. Take them.

Thanks.

Did you come here to live?

I'll see.

You should like our place,

the earth is good, fruitful here.

- Have you been starving up there?

- Do not ask.

Oh, you seem to have come to

our place for a long time.

- I'll have to look around.

- Look, look around.

- OK.

- And we'll look at you.

Oh, by the way! We are making the pilaf tonight.

I invite you to join us.

- Thanks.

- We'll have a meal, get to know each other.

What meal? We are not starving.

- We are full.

- Anyway, come.

- OK, we'll come.

What a huge boiler!

They are going to make a lot of porridge.

May be forthe whole week.

Anfiska!

Hey! Look!

How stupid we Russians are!

What dumbasses! They sold all

of their plants, mines, restaurants.

The foreigners are sitting

like masters in our restaurants.

And a Russian slave, a boor, washes theirfeet.

The foreigners laugh

at the Russian people.

The Russians got into the yoke

while having such a rich country.

What will you tell your kids?

What will you tell your grandsons?

Why have you

sold everything, bastards?

Oh, dear Brezhnev,

open your eyes for a second.

You'll be surprised

how poorly we live under capitalism.

They said we stagnated, but the people live in joy.

And now everybody is angry

and does not care about anything.

Precisely!

- How fed up I am with you clumsy verses.

- And I love them.

Girls, let's go to the pilaf party.

Have we been invited?

Yes, we have. But I will not go.

Girls, do not go to their place.

. I'd better bring

some fresh homemade jam.

- Come on, come on.

- I'll bring a lot of raspberry jam.

- An entire 3-liter can.

- The ass will get glued, anyway, come on.

She is off to free porridge.

- Sit down.

- How are you.

- How was the trip?

- Fine. Sit down.

- Let me take that.

- I'm not accustomed to such things.

Never mind, give it to me.

- How was the trip?

- Thanks, it was all right.

- Really all right? No adventures?

- No.

All right. And how do you feel now?

What? No, everything is OK.

You really haven't had any adventures

during the trip, have you?

- Take some tea.

- It is OK.

Well, thanks. Foryour kindness.

You are so kind.

How did you survive the war?

- OK.

- Was it OK?

- Did you father go to...

- Yes, he went to war.

- He went to war, didn't he? I s he alive?

- Yes. He is. Here he sits.

He is alive!

And ourfather is dead. He was killed.

He left us alone. It was very difficult.

Our mother raised six kids

alone. It was very difficult.

That's why I decided

We lived and I decided...

To write a poem

about my dad.

- Tell it to us.

- May be you will not like it.

- Did you write it yourselves?

- Yes, I did.

We'll surely like it. Please tell it to us.

- A poem of my own writing.

- Should I start?

- Please do us a favor.

The tales of the ancient times,

The deeds of the days of glory.

Excuse me, Pushkin, if your rhymes

fit so nicely in my story.

I don't attempt to write "Onegin".

I'm a novice in the field.

But still I'll try

and may be build.

A picture of the past in verses

I'll never print them anyway.

ljust expect your attention.

Forgive my awkward ways.

The village of Kryakhtinka

was the birthplace of a boy.

Like of many boys of the time.

The boy grew up. His name was Petya.

He came of age and fell in love.

He worked as a carpenter in the kolkhoz

and loved his job.

But the time was passing.

They had more kids and once.

He understood that they should move to town.

The family thought it over.

And they built a house

in 1939 in the city of Yegorievsk.

There was a lavish housewarming party

and happy life ensued afterthat.

He fixed the job

for our mother.

And fixed the job for himself.

He became a city dweller

And rejoiced at his fate.

More years went by, the kids were growing.

And then the War.

And he was drafted and at home.

He left behind four girls, two sons and his wife.

Wet, hungry soldiers in the trenches

Expected their deaths

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