The 4 Musketeers Page #4

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Quiet now...

I can't eat your steamed meat

seven months in a row!

Son, believe the great ones.

Dear!

I asked you, I told you a thousand times.

You, Misha - listen to me!

Mishenka, please, for once, just a simple steak!

Son, steaming - is a great thing.

Is it so hard? You want a scandal?! Tell me.

- Okay! It's a scandal!

- Son, don't torture me.

Exhausted by hunger, he ate in secret,

thought he was stealing food.

But that was better

than begging from strangers.

Son,

can you imagine

how many maniacs there are out there?

I get this call. From Vitaly Ivanovich.

He says, lend me 700 dollars.

Can you imagine?!

Give me the fairy stories.

700 dollars.

Amazing!

I mean, he knows

my bills

are sorted by their numbers.

So I tell him it's just not polite,

I don't care about the money,

after all, they're not mine - they're Oleg's.

But you won't give back the notes I give you -

you'll give back totally different notes.

And what kind of order,

will there be after that?

Son, it's been a long time

since we've gone to your mum's grave.

It's horrible there.

Oaks, fences.

Birds shitting all over it.

And bums.

Misha, go sleep.

You can't even imagine the power of hell.

So, you weren't in Saratov,

on the 8th and the 25th?

I have never been in Saratov.

That's interesting!

What's this then?

- What are these things?

- A cup, a hammer.

Correct.

Why've you've gone so pale then?

I really have never been in Saratov.

What, never ever?

You never were at Mayakovsky Street 7, flat 68?

That night from 7 'til 9, with Vitya Rogozhin?

You didn't drill? Or knock?

And that whore,

didn't step out on the balcony?

And the truck didn't drive up?

And your coat didn't get caught on the nail?

When the neighbour yelled?

The hunchback neighbour.

And you didn't sing with Victor in the garage?

In the garage, by the bridge.

So, now d'you remember?

You want to read the hunchback's testimony?

No?

Tryin' to be like sap, musician?

Now you're talkin'

- 'never, never'!

Round piglets.

Danger! High voltage.

I thought you were in America, Marina.

In the train I dreamt I was late. And I am.

All the same now...

Zoya Kravchenko.

Oh, how will we get along without you...

The bitter minute has come

Mother dear forgive,

For we shall never see you

Ever, in this life's road.

These working hands are worn

Forever folded now they are

And dear, you shall never

Return to us.

Days you went hungry

Nights you did not sleep

Your last piece of bread

You shared half with us.

Okay, gals, to the hut. Cold.

Cold.

Manya, take the chairs in.

And I'm late, stupid!

What - was she killed? Someone killed her?

No, she died.

- What from?

- She choked.

How?

On the chewing.

What chewing?

The chewed bread, chewies.

Why chewies?

- The whole village makes dolls.

- I know.

The doll faces are made out of bread chewies.

The oldies chew'd it, then Zoya shaped them.

But, then, she came to have a drink.

The old crones chew'n crumbs.

Zoya says, hey how about I give you a hand?

So she began to chew and choked.

F***'n sh*t...

She moulded dolls for us,

but you screwed it up! Scum!

No!

Zoya asked to chew herself.

Who'll make the doll faces now?

- What's he doing?

- Leave it!

Enough, Marat.

- You ruined her!

- Ruined...

- Now you're all here!

- Sure, for the wake.

Let's drink, since we're here.

Sure, we'll drink.

We'll mourn her.

Her eternal memory.

- Marat, here

- have a pancake... - Me?

Who'll shape the dolls for us now? Zoya's gone.

Zoya did it all.

We got so many arms, legs, and what? And nothing!

Scum, come here.

Enough of that, love all the same...

Marat sewed a dick on, instead of a nose.

Where'd I sew a dick instead of a nose?

Show me the dick?!

Here're balls! Where's the dick?

Shut up! I'd never sew anything like it! Never!

Give it back!

Never!

F***in' whores.

F*** it.

That's what you...

Oh, f***...

How can the locals drink this stuff, moonshine?

Why's vodka better? You should've eaten.

A Russian girl should be able

to drink a litre easily.

Please, not a word about that. Filthy.

Let's take a walk.

Zoya!

You wrecked her!

Here, we found this for you.

So puffy.

And the pubes so soft.

Just asking for it... here look!

It's f***in' just right, dammit, look.

Come on then,

Vanyusha's here.

I'll save the dolls!

I'll save it for Zoya.

Those metal scum.

Metal scum.

That's it...

Light,

and warm still...

That's it. The metal scum.

Metal scum.

Everythin'll be okay Zoya.

Sleep,

let's rest.

All okay.

My dearies.

All's going to be great.

Everything'll be great.

See now, Zoya dear.

This's how we live.

Learn it, for the best.

And to come, too, it'll be okay.

Marinka, so you're the hip one!

What?

You know, all so cool. Like all in chocolate.

Whadya mean, chocolate? See, Zoya died.

It's strange. I can't believe it somehow.

What don't you believe, loony?

You saw her in the coffin?

Yeah, I did... But still... it's a f***er.

We were at the market, both of us.

I sold crystal, her - dolls.

It was fun together.

Then we made fry-ups on the beach.

And got smashed and swam. Zoya, Zoichka...

Marinka, you never forgave her?

When'd you last see her?

Back then.

That was... back then? In the village?

Yes.

O, girlies. I'm feelin' shitty?

You don't f*** enough.

What, she didn't have her own photograph?

She did, the one on the grave.

Didn't like to be photographed alone.

Always with someone.

Now, sisters, to Zoya's memory.

I had a shitty dream last night.

Like I was still in my grandma's

apartment in Simferopol.

I'm in the kitchen, boiling dumplings.

Suddenly Zoya comes in,

and hands me a jar with earth.

I said:
Zoya, I asked for cream.

She says:
come on, try it, stupid,

it's real fresh, I got it, and no line.

I got scared.

I can see that she's dead.

But the f***in' thing is that she's, like dead,

But she's still as happy, runnin' and chuckling.

She's by the door, her arms crossed.

I look at her, then I know I'll

never get out of this kitchen.

Never.

I woke up.

- It's 'cause you didn't forgive her. - Probably.

What're you f***in' saying! Forgive her!

For me being in the hospital for three months,

Or for me rotting at the station? F***!

Or the abortion, worse

- they cut pieces of the baby out.

F***ing loonies!

Zoya, Zoyanka... Forgive me

Get up, dear, we're in grief.

Get up, dear.

Nothing's recognizable now.

No eyes, no noses.

They tore you to pieces...

You had to be so patient...

You had such a hard time...

God, my dears, you are...

Oh, just to look at you...

Just to see, how great you were...

The buyers are coming

- what are we going to sell?

What're we going to eat?

We don't have any more dolls!

- Who'll shape the faces?

- I will, I told you.

Zoya left her secret with me!

She gave me her secret, how to shape the faces.

You chew the bread.

We'll chew, and chew, but no one can shape them.

He's lying, the bastard!

No light?

They turn the electricity off at night,

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