The 4 Musketeers Page #5

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those metal scums.

For us to sleep.

Zoya's children - the dolls.

Only these?

These. We've got others near ready.

Gotta finish the work, then sell 'em.

What'd you sell them for?

Depends. It was enough.

What about clothes?

No big deal to sew them.

Zoya would collect rags,

all sorts...

The problem's with the faces.

The faces are hard?

The problem's with the faces.

Only Zoya could make them.

What about the oldies?

What about them?

The crones can only sew arms 'n legs,

and do the chewing.

Why chewies?

It's good material, gets good and hard.

For, like for ever.

For ever! But the dogs ate it.

The dogs ate it...

Zoya loved dogs. And they loved her.

Didn't Zoya have a mould or something?

What?

A mould of the faces.

It's easy - make one mould,

slap it down, time and again, like gingerbread.

Gingerbread?

Yeah, that's the secret,

She like made each face to look alike...

But every one she made was special. Special.

She loved 'em.

Like they were children.

But she had no real kids.

You said, she told you her secret.

I thought - it was a mould.

It's really complicated here.

It's complicated here, Marina,

'cause of the metal scum.

'Cause they get evil...

Don't know a good way.

The buyers will come,

And the hassling will start again.

Hassling?

Now, listen.

Find a kid, make a mask of his face.

Then you can just shape them all the time.

Zoya didn't do that.

What mask? How will I make it?

Will I shape it all the time?

Come on! You know, a mask of a face,

like in the morgue,

they rub oil on a face,

put white clay on, and it dries.

They take it off - and you have a mask.

Now you're talking, Marina.

Only there ain't any kids here. Only old crones.

But there's tons of clay.

White, red...

F***...

It's hard here. You only know how to booze.

Break it, come on, break it...

Not like that...

My country dearest -

I can't imagine another country

Where man can breath so freely

From Moscow to the very edge

From the southern mountains to the northern seas

Man here is owner Of his vast homeland

All about life is liberated and limitless

Like the Volga flowing so full

The young can travel any road

The old are honoured everywhere.

Nice pin.

Bastard, why'd you stop?

Go on, sing!

The pigeons fly over our prison

The pigeons have no limits

How I would love to

Be up with the pigeons

Flying away, down home...

Get up, the girls are fighting!

Get up, the girls are fighting!

What're you doing?

You forgot where you are?

You thief, get out of here!

Forgot what happened?!

Girls,

my pig Borya died in the night!

Come on, you idiots, enough!

They need to take a bath first.

Horrible, awful!

What, you never go to the baths?

I go to a sauna.

Of course it isn't as cool as this.

F***, those claws of yours, Vera!

- Why'd you two quarrel?

- Whadda you care?

First 'cause of a man. Then because of money.

It's a madhouse here as it is.

Now you're starting.

Madhouse's the word.

I can't imagine how Zoya lived here.

I'd just bury all these old crones and dolls.

And her boyfriend - he's the pits.

Nah, he's nice.

I can see!

We should like, eat and get out of here.

Yeah. It's time to run.

Before we get covered in mould.

- When's the train?

- At 15:
30.

Marina, you taking any of Zoya's stuff?

Maybe a photograph.

- The one with all of us?

- Yeah.

Tasty.

Hold this, I'll cut it...

Eat up,

with your hands...

We're just like dogs...

Marusya, two of 'em here still not been f***ed...

- Let's drink, all four!

- All four!

Down with it!

- Your turn.

- Okay.

Was great, shared it all...

But you went and f***ing died.

I don't want to go there anymore.

- I can't live there!

- F***'em, all of them!

Let's go outside.

- Let's go, sister.

- Don't touch me!

It's a f***in' mess. Go inside and see.

I saw...

- I can't stay inside!

- Let's go get some fresh air.

Some fresh air.

Open the f***ing door.

Round piglets What, you really never saw it?

- Nope, never.

- Sh*t.

They've been in the sixth

refrigerator the last three years.

Get 'em in regularly.

A delicacy.

- They're only bred there?

- For Moscow - yes.

But there's another one, near Tambov, but...

A dog - is a man's best friend.

Tomorrow at two.

- May I ask you something?

- No money.

Not money. Something really important.

Just a second.

- What's important?

- Your boy is cute.

You know, I would like...

I need to make a mask off him...

I'll pay, I've got money, 67 rubles.

- What mask?

- I'll pay...

So we live,

Look at us,

Zoyka.

Honey, was my pig tasty?

Yeah.

Scum!

And our Homeland will give you the possibility

to atone for your sins.

You'll be sent to a war zone.

The blood of innocent people is flowing there,

Our citizens are suffering.

As a classic said: there's always

room in one's life for a good deed,

for heroism, space for us to show the

qualities of a brave soldier.

What d'you mean?

This is perfect canned ground meat.

Got it from the Kantemir division.

So what if it's nine years old?

It's minus 28 in there.

Tomorrow if you like. And they deliver.

Who told you I don't sell ground meat?

I sell anything that smells of meat.

Yeah, it really smells!

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