The Asthenic Syndrome Page #2

A song would do it too.

He wanted "Sever" cigarettes

and curly hairs back in fashion,

That people would say

"I love you" with a slight stutter.

The blow of the wind,

of a laughter,

Of nebulous forebodings of love,

Or rather not,

love was too concrete.

The lowered sights,

the ambiguity of smiles...

Do I lie? No, but I can't

picture with words truth,

which is here, tangible,

like yolk in albumen,

Like yolk in albumen!

Girls, let's curtsy!

Boys, do a quick bow,

Stamp your heels and smile

with grace and rudeness!

Lower your discreet sights and fondle

your dream, the one about jungles,

the sweetest dancers,

mysterious princes...

Tear the murmuring silk

with your fingers,

only slightly brushing

the shivering skin.

Remember it!

And when they'll ask you what are you

thinking about, reply: 'Nothing'."

There's someone here!

-Is one of us.

I had noticed it.

-It was Ljuska, the gardener.

She always sent Mushka away,

I knew she was evil.

When I get there I asked that couple.

And they saw a little black dog

and they gave her a piece of bread.

They also proposed to catch her for us.

I think I saw her.

But she wouldn't come close to me.

We should have reached an agreement

with the driver and pay him.

I remember he talked

about that little town...

Yes, it's true!

We should have looked for her!

-But there's the swamp.

We just needed the right shoes.

What did we know?

-All right, I understood.

We have to pay 5 rubles to the driver,

So he waits while we search.

We should beat Ljuska

black and blue.

Once I even said to her:

"I hope you die!"

She shot the cats

along with her friend!

We should beat the hell out of her.

-We should ambush her.

Good morning Irina Pavlovna.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich,

you're late.

I got sick in the subway,

I couldn't breathe,

too many people.

Too many people?

Do we have to deliver the pupils to your house?

You can punish them, if they don't come.

Don't speak to me with that tone,

I'm not a student of yours.

And you shouldn't speak this way

even to your students.

You shouldn't use this tone.

-I shouldn't.

I've been working in

this school for 30 years,

Do you think you can tell me

what I should do?

Forget it!

You think you can do that because

you're a friend of the principal?

Forget it!

I'm the didactic director,

I'll made a report on your doings here!

Don't you dare to rebuke me,

I have the intention to stay

in this school for 30 years too.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich,

come back!

You shouldn't do this Alekseev.

Pick up that piece of paper.

Your underskirt peeps out.

-Where?

Oh, it's nothing!

"I smell the

scream of the hay

Harvested in small yellow hills.

Above the hills

and the windows,

Below a weave of frames

and all kind of laces,

Proud stand the cats

on their throne.

Oh, cats with the mustaches and the sideburns

and the tails winded around their bodies!

The hears, looking like a chimney top,

extend themselves,

competing with the whiskers.

Oh, cats with your wonderful coats,

You are my forewarning vision!

I would have liked

to slide in their souls

While they are purring.

How many vision it waves

The gold of the river

ornated with silver sands!

Nobody likes!"

On the other hand the

father of my grandfather is from Riga,

Like his parents.

He graduated a gardening academy.

There were such academies.

He left his parents

and moved to north Ukraine.

Traveling through the lands

of the land-owners,

he became an important person.

If some land-owner

rebuked him about something,

He went to work

in another place.

They really valued him,

I still have the certificates of his merits.

Love, my dear!

Wonderful dog, my kittie!

What I would do without you?

We really had enough of

that bastard, haven't we?

What would I do without you?

We really had enough of

that bastard, haven't we?

Yesterday he came home drunk,

and he was sure he is okay.

Probably he went out philandering!

Life is not like that!

We've really had

enough, my dear.

What would I do without you?

We've really really really

had enough of that bastard.

Don't go too far!

They killed Kolja!

Fish!

Fish at good prices!

They killed him,

understand?

Some bastards assaulted him

while he was taking home Ninka.

Bastards,

We should hang them all!

We have to do something!

Let's go to Misha,

he still doesn't know about it!

They killed Kolja,

do you understand?

Stop it!

-The bastards attacked him!

Let's go.

What can we do about it Serjoga?

It's all useless by now!

Stop it.

-Wait!

They killed Kolja!

They killed him,

do you understand?

Sorry, we're in a hurry.

Tonight I'll come to your place!

Look, they sell chickens.

Good afternoon.

"I want to tell you a secret.

I'm barely make a living,

I don't wait for any good from life.

While was Stalin,

life was wonderful,

He's made lighter

the workmen's burden!"

Is Misha at home?

I'm asking to you if Misha is at home!

First of all good afternoon.

Good afternoon! Good afternoon!

Is Misha at home?

Why are you so pale?

Is Misha at home?

He went to a birthday.

Goodbye.

Misha told me Kolja is killed.

How did it happen?

So, does he know?

He told me, but I...

understood nothing of it!

You know Misha is not good

at telling stories.

How did it happen?

I don't agree with you!

-Wait!

Come in and take a look

at the conditions we live in.

Three of us have to use a

bucket for their needs.

It's all broken,

There's no kitchen,

neither with gas or whatever,

There's no water and the ceiling

is falling over our heads.

We asked for help,

but nobody is listening.

We were at the ninth place in the housings list,

then my mother died

and we are not counted as a family

of a victim of war any more.

Now we are at the 493rd place,

do we have to wait so long?

Mother died and still

has to pay for refrigerator,

So we have to shell out

Where's justice?

What have we to do?

You just come to harass us.

You come in, scribble some notes...

but how we are supposed to live?

Desire for universal love

Is innate in man.

Who sent you?

The city council?

-No!

What happens?

Human beings always dreamt

about happiness for all...

Where's your justice?

Where do we live?

I know I'm right,

I fought in war,

I've spilt my blood!

What is happening?

You don't wish bad luck

to anybody, do you?

Universal love will never exist,

There always will be someone I don't like

or who doesn't like me.

If someone offends me,

Why shouldn't I hit him?

But on a more general level,

there'll be people...

We should fight against

these very people!

So the universal love?

-We won't fight with your methods.

We won't educate man with fear,

cutting his hands, whipping him.

Human beings have a soul!

We will educate the soul.

But sometime you have

to cut some hands.

You have to educate the soul!

-And sometime cut some hands.

The soul will be educated.

-Sometime the hands will be cut.

We need to educate the soul.

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