The Downfall of Berlin: Anonyma Page #3

- I'll get you some food.

If that's the last thing

I'll do in my life.

What about the Reichstag?

I don't give a sh*t about it.

F*** the Reichstag.

Then he grabs me

and throws me on the bed.

And suddenly, he gets so boring,

like a lapdog.

Later, he complimented me.

He said:

"Ukrainian women like this."

"You, like this."

He had really bad breath.

(banging)

- Oh. It's you.

- Good morning. We bring breakfast.

The next morning, a few blocks

away the war was still raging,

- the Major came with all his troops.

- Good morning.

The widow, who loved bacon,

was busy as a bee.

Mr. Eckart, our man of the home guard,

was all too happy to surrender.

This way.

- Russian horse.

- What's that?

Sugar. We have sugar!

And bacon and salami

and bread and butter.

Great joy,

but not for everybody.

Then came the cavalry.

Fluttering coats, sabres ahead,

horses snuffling.

When a horse is charging,

that's an incredible force.

The whole avalanche is

charging against the tank,

against the artillery,

against all the machine guns -

All kaput.

You've had much more troops,

but they just couldn't stand it.

They dropped their weapons and fled.

German soldiers, bah!

Don't be so insensitive.

We didn't start this war!

Sit down.

And stop insulting our host.

Enough.

I Caucasus.

Caucasus, understand?

Big mountain, so beautiful!

Sun, blue sky.

Nice dancing with women.

As sweet as grapes.

And Pushkin.

He had to live there in exile.

Pushkin? Doesn't matter.

I want to go home.

Go home, understand?

I want to see my children

and my wife.

(Singing)

See?

And all you can think of is "Pushkin."

I want my wife.

My wife. Understand?

What do you know about fascism?

Fascism?

From ancient Rome, Latin "fascio", means a

"bundle of sticks", figuratively a league.

To our host.

Right.

To a woman who is

quite obviously very bright.

Just like you right now.

Very bright.

But I am not a woman!

To German-Russian friendship!

Hurray!

Everybody upstairs, quick!

Hurry! Quick!

Search all the apartments.

Out. Out!

You goddamn bastard!

You dick! You f***ing dick!

Stop it.

Enough!

You know Stalin's orders.

Get lost.

Really? What if I don't?

Are you gonna shoot me?

I'll kill you if I have to.

He is acting on my orders.

Stop!

A young soldier has stolen food.

He is armed.

Who is living up there?

Who is living there?

Anybody living there?

No.

She's lying.

Lying b*tch.

I spit on Germany.

And on Berlin.

We conquered it,

and I spit on it!

Get out of my way.

Don't move.

(screaming)

I'll kill you, punk!

Everyone in possession of fire

arms or hiding someone with guns

will be executed immediately,

their houses destroyed.

(footsteps)

They will not forget this.

Can I have something to drink?

(Russian)

(door opening)

You need to get away from here.

- What are you doing here?

- I won't go to Siberia.

(Mongol singing)

During the next few days,

the Major was here often.

Great protection for everyone.

In his coat he had tucked away candles

and cigars and plenty of gifts

that the widow stashed away in her

kitchen cupboard as quickly as possible.

On the whole,

the times were changing.

(Russian)

Russians love to play Santa Claus.

We don't want to spoil it for them, do we?

That is way too much.

The major speaks sophisticated Russian

and told me more than I wanted to know.

Now I know about his bank account,

his parents and the

names of his brothers.

Today you are our guest.

Please, take a seat.

Such an old school cavalier.

I really like to touch him.

(Russian)

The war continued.

While our men and husbands

were sent to Siberia,

many of the women found protectors

which made them a taboo

for the rest of the pack.

Please hold it up.

That's a Singer.

Almost there.

Hold it up. Up.

In and out, in and out.

It's like Grand Central Station in here.

Mussolini is dead. Hanged.

He deserved it.

One a**hole less.

Cheers!

As soon as Andrej had left the house,

Anatol claimed his visiting rights.

I was afraid that the two top dogs

would meet and kill me one day.

It's not that I could claim

that this Major is raping me.

I am at his service.

A whore? Maybe.

(snoring)

I have met that kind of

woman only once in my life.

People told me not to talk to

her because she was unsound.

Whatever that means: unsound.

Young woman!

No way.

Incredible.

There she comes prancing

along as if nothing happened.

- How often?

- Four times. You?

Come on.

I can't believe I see you again.

You look well.

So do you.

Here. Quince jelly.

Real Bordeaux. Take it.

You take that with you.

Seems you are having

a good life here.

That's one way to put it.

Come on.

- I'm glad you're here.

- Me too.

Elke's visit had cheered us all up.

The Major is guarding us well

so that we can drink his tea

without any disturbances.

That feels so good.

Where to?

What do you care?

You can't go in there.

Who's in there?

What a nice and yummy bloke that was.

So I tell him:
"Young man,

"that gun there over your shoulder,

that might go off."

And when I go up the stairs,

on the second floor someone

rushes out of the apartment,

grabs my hair and asks:

"You syphilis?"

And I am in shock and I say:

- "No, surely not."

- How dumb of you.

How's your husband?

He was there when it

happened the first time.

He's been a bit confused ever since.

- What do you say about our cavaliers?

- Pitiful.

They are pretty unimaginative.

It may be that at home,

they have the latest and greatest

socialist planned economy,

...but their sex life

is that of Adam and Eve.

That's what I told my husband, too.

With all the food shortage,

a good husband isn't worth that much.

I guess a satisfactory sex

life depends on regular meals.

For me, it's all

about a full stomach.

No gifts, no sex!

Heart, Pain, Love,

Sex Drive. To us!

Who knows when we'll be

together again.

All right, careful.

Hot, hot!

That is apple streusel cake.

Yeah, with crumbles,

and it's still steaming hot.

(Singing)

# You, you are in my heart. #

# You, you are on my mind. #

# You, you cause me great pains, #

# you don't know how much I love you. #

Yeah, yeah, yeah.

# don't know how much I love you. #

Not too much going on with our

Russian men right now, am I right?

- They are so puny and powerless.

- The weak sex.

Have you heard anything from Gerd?

I've got a question concerning Syphilis.

Oh my God.

How do you know you've got it?

(Book seller) Itching and burning.

- And enlarged lymph nodes.

- But that comes later.

I've read it in a lexicon.

A lexicon...

Here.

An American gave that to me.

Chew it.

Good, isn't it?

Americans...

They all look like film stars.

I'm leaving.

And tell her...

that I'll be back.

You got that?

What's that?

Can you protect us?

Just this one day?

I'll be here.

Where will you go...

later?

To where I am needed.

A special evening with the Major.

Good conversation.

He told me that he adores me.

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