The Asthenic Syndrome Page #5

Is he Nikolaj?

He is Julia's brother,

isn't him? -Yes, he is.

Don't spoil the game.

-It's my game!

What are you waiting for?

Go away!

And take Pasha with you!

I knew he would come to visit

his sister sooner or later.

Why won't we go to church

and get married?

I beg you!

The ball isn't here,

the ball is here...

They hate the school,

they hate it!

It's terrible.

They're always running away,

I see them from the windows.

Always running away!

We can shut the door

and the windows, to guard them...

So running away from school

will be like escaping from jail.

But you can escape

from jail nonetheless!

The schools are education

institutions, serving the State.

Formerly the State had the need

for the citizens to be slaves,

compliant and obedient.

Low productivity

used to turn useful,

and it was the fault

of the "emasculated" citizens.

The schools, at

the order of the State,

castrated the members

of our society,

giving birth to moral castrates!

Read Turgenev,

"Memories of an emasculator"!

What?

- "Memories of an emasculator"

Since we are castrates,

we can only create other castrates.

What do you think of it?

-I don't understand.

What castrates are you talking

about? -We castrated...

I don't understand. -What

was first, the chicken or the egg?

Now have you understood?

What has this to do with castrates?

-Turgenev understood, we don't.

I'm not following you! -What

was first, the chicken or the egg?

What has this to do with

castrates? -Think about it.

You think about it!

Comrades, let me talk.

Don't do like that.

I participate in teachers

meeting all my life,

We have to stop quarreling

and insulting each other!

We have to respect

the hierarchy.

Wait for your turn.

-Don't interrupt the speakers!

Today the State needs

a different kind of citizen. Free.

Whose creative potential will not

bear the burden of old dogmas.

This brings a certain

unpredictability in the behaviour,

A certain incongruence.

Teachers' duty is very difficult,

But in this way the pupil

will grow intellectually...

I understood,

you want to send into retirement

the most experienced teachers!

Why do you think so?

Since I'm here, the principal

changed four times

and if a pupil was late

everyone blamed him.

But now?

-It's all our fault.

Nothing to tell.

-Really nothing to tell.

You are so rhetoric!

We have to find a solution,

not someone to blame.

Do something yourself! -Do not

talk to me in that tone.

It's like bafle. If it's not there,

the bike makes hell of noise but...

Now you no longer

need us! -Right!

You don't need our experience,

our Ph.D., you spit on them!

Nobody needs anything!

Are you trying to teach

the teachers?

Yes, I want to teach everyone,

demagogues and pedagogues!

Excuse me, how many

"m" in "tomorrow"?

I'm confused.

"TO-MOR-ROW"

And just one "m" in "communism"!

It's unbelievable!

-Now this is too much!

Comrades!

The meeting shall go on.

Just ignore him.

Let him sleep, maybe he's sick.

Do you know he was

hit by a student?

He hit the student first.

In any case, they had a fight.

Don't wake him up.

-Maybe he's narcoleptic.

We should lay him off!

-But he's sick.

It's a passive way to protest!

It's a moderate protest,

inside the bounds of legality.

He shouldn't play

basketball with the boys.

This way he brings into

question the teacher's authority,

He destroys

the psychological barrier...

That game is all

about physical contact!

But he's so young

and full of energy!

And nobody else

was going to do that.

Stop it, please!

Irina Pavlovna, the school is not

an island where you have to survive,

It's all one with society.

Sure, but we have

to obey the certain rules.

School is like the military,

like prisons,

We're not at the zoo.

Accordingly to you every

teacher is bright, has a talent.

And the boys are all geniuses.

I'm sick of this silliness!

RECYCLING DEPARTMEN

Hello.

Let us in.

-Just a moment.

Just a little while.

We won't stay long.

-It's not possible.

We can see you're a good

person. -I know nothing.

It's not possible.

Just a moment!

-I know nothing.

Let me help you.

Where shall we go?

Will you take us there?

-Follow me.

Do you work here?

-No, I rest.

Don't you have to unload?

-I haven't caught any dog.

Is there a queue

at the counter? -Yes.

What's easier to catch,

a dog or a cat?

It's easier to catch

a venereal disease.

Here's the kennel,

that entrance over there.

Which one?

That one.

Cat and a dog, what's easier

to catch? A venereal disease!

My God!

PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO LOOK AT IT.

PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO THINK ABOUT IT.

THIS SHOULDN'T BE REFERED

TO DISCOURSE ABOUT GOOD AND EVIL.

"Sadness has scattered everywhere,

a bottle full of sadness has spilled.

Sadness soaked everything,

clouds, clothes,

rain, sounds,

dust, flowers,

bed sheets, thoughts, hairs,

smiles, drinks,

bread, sleep, dreams...

Night and day alternate lazily.

Soon these memories will disappear

We'd better not

to evoke them again,

they are like microbes,

they are asleep."

From fall '46 until '47,

right in the middle of summer...

It happened in the steppe.

Me and my father were shepherds.

I had taken his place that day,

I was with a comrade.

While we were taking the animals

to the drinking trough...

It was noon.

All of a sudden,

on the road

to the drinking trough,

the same road that led to my house,

I felt something moving inside of me.

More or less 30cm length.

I put my hands on

the stomach, like that.

That thing kept moving

for almost 6 hours.

I ran home, 15 kilometers,

Without saying a word to my

comrade, so he was scared.

I went home to my parents.

I can't remember if I was crying,

but it was clear I was distressed.

They asked me

what was the problem.

And I told them of that time,

between '46 and '47.

I saw myself...

With a girl.

She wanted me to visit

her every evening.

I didn't,

Only when I felt like.

So she decided

to make me food...

Minced snake skin.

And so she did.

Maybe she wanted to kill me

without having

to pay for her crime.

I remember that evening,

I asked her for a drink.

I was laying on the bed.

She stopped near the window

and she dropped in my glass

a piece of paper.

She was looking for something

outside of the window,

But it was dark.

When I felt that thing

for the first time,

I knew she gave me

a strange potion...

Go away, let me work!

Take a broom and

get to work too!

Leave me alone,

are you crazy?

You're ripping my buttons!

I'm going to scratch your

face, damn you!

Leave me alone, you stupid!

I'll tear off your hairs!

Go away, out of my way!

Leave me!

Don't pull me,

your tearing my clothes!

Stop it!

You tore everything open!

Look out!

Shouldn't you be at work?

Do you really

have nothing to do?

Quick, go back to work!

Now look at that!

Come on!

There was a young doctor,

and he was sick too.

He was a dentist, and he

often went philandering.

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