The Fixer

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RIGHTS OF KIEV:

Still there ...

Peasant!

Are you blind?

The centuries killing black

Jews not registered.

- Are you hurt?

- It is the blood of a dog.

It is no longer a difference.

There must have

a means of escape.

There is one.

Join the Zionists.

They have the solution.

No, excuse me,

but I am neither Zionist

nor socialist, and practice

neither politics nor religion.

Describe what a horse is not

explains what it is.

Anyone who needs the description

a horse is shortsighted.

But if our papers are in order,

we can move freely,

even in Christian neighborhoods?

The law is too simple

to be credible.

A rich Jew can live

and work wherever he wants.

You must be rich.

You are properly installed.

Nobody is poorer than me.

I am a tailor.

God bless my father

who taught me the trade!

Like all poor,

I live and work in the ghetto.

However ...

pay kopecks goods

Christian out of the ghetto,

it is possible, why not?

In Kiev, there was no difference

between Jews kopecks

rubles or circumcised.

It was like the shtetl.

The village.

I saw a sign.

He said:
"Death to the revolution

the Jewish people. "

When did it start?

They are out of kilter.

Everything is madness.

Think about it.

To the revolution,

we need a country.

Do you know a single Jew,

considers that this dirty country

like hers?

Shmocks!

Do their civil war!

Let us avoid the revolution at all costs.

They do not expect it.

Good night.

It's even worse here in the village.

The village?

You sound like a goy.

Is a shtetl shtetl.

You want a piece?

With pleasure.

I walked all day.

I have repaired a window.

It's better than nothing.

You complain to a man

with 5 children

and has more misery

that Job himself.

Thank God for your children.

For me ...

What interests me most,

is to get rich.

How do you

I won today?

Beans.

A small plate.

So clear soup

a horsehair sank ...

right at the bottom.

Listen ...

I'll give you some advice.

So much for your rent

but I prefer to be honest.

A man like you

should work outside.

I can tell you, friends ...

You do not even seem to be Jewish.

Who decides who is a Jew?

The goyim again.

Try, you'll see.

More we hide,

the more we are forced to hide.

It's like hunger.

You need to have confidence.

I'll tell you how.

First of all ...

take the air of a man busy

who has no time to lose.

At critical moments

looking straight ahead.

Raises the chin.

Remember

the promise to Abraham.

And crossed the passage.

you will spend for any

Russian anti-Semitic and honest.

People will look to sentencing.

He's drunk.

I should have guessed.

Why you thought you

on my way?

I'm already quite suspect.

Wake up.

I do not

to have you on the arm.

You might as well die of cold,

dirty anti-Semite.

Dad, get up.

Help me get him back.

It is next.

It has enough strength

I'm busy.

I should not have ...

Dad gets home.

Okay, go.

Take his legs.

This side.

Lidya, Nataliya takes.

You fell

in the snow, Dad.

This gentleman found you

and saved his life.

A faithful Christian.

And a good Samaritan

thank God!

Sir ...

Do not go so fast.

Forgive my rudeness.

That you just saved

Nikolai Lebedev is Maximovich.

I am his daughter,

Zinaida Nikolaevna.

If you want to return

tomorrow morning

you will receive something

more "concrete"

that thanks.

"In more concrete"?

She spoke of money ...

I do not want a man

which shows his hatred of Jews.

But these anti-Semitic rubles

allow a Jew to live.

This is an argument.

But before accepting

I'll be frank.

I tell him:

"Nikolai Lebedev Maximovich,

"This is me

Yakov Bok Shepsovitch,

"You have saved my life

and I'm Jewish.

"If you're not happy,

keep your money. "

What is your name?

Yakov Ivanovich Dologushev.

To be exact.

Dologushev.

Painter, roofer, carpenter,

a bit of everything ...

Lidya, Nataliya takes.

I'm

Nikolai Lebedev Maximovich.

Sit down.

I am an honest man.

I'm really grateful to you.

I'd be dead in the snow

without your dedication.

Others have ignored me.

Christian charity

is rare in this world,

do not you think?

I meet people

charitable everywhere.

This is not surprising

your part.

You read course

the Scriptures?

I know the psalms.

Gorgeous!

You hear, Zinaida?

He knows the psalms.

It is impossible

read the Bible without getting ...

crying.

That is correct. The exact truth.

He can not read

without crying.

Yes, every time.

That's why I drink.

I feel responsible

all the world's ills.

I carry on my shoulders

all the sorrows of life.

When Zinaida was small,

I cried constantly

because of its poor

small withered leg.

You know as well

what kind of man

you saved from death,

last night.

Yakov Ivanovich

how do I pay you?

I have an empty apartment above

whose walls

need to be redone.

I will give you

This is more than the normal wage.

You are a man of honor,

a job offer

worth a tip.

You do not believe?

Obviously if.

not a salary.

This man is a member

centuries of black.

Daughter makes me uncomfortable.

And his dog

is the worst anti-Semitic.

Would you have dinner with me

when you're done?

Dinner?

Uh, no ... I have ...

That is to say ...

If you are bothered

because of Dad

he is so drunk the night

that we must lie.

I am forced to dine alone.

It is intimate.

But I feel alone.

For solitude,

reading is

the best medicine.

I do not have time to eat.

I have another room to finish.

It should be ready for tomorrow.

Stay supper tomorrow then

and if it is too late,

you will sleep here.

Pardon?

You've distracted.

Splendide!

If I may so express myself,

it is a true work of art.

You're an impostor,

I knew it.

An impostor?

You are presented

as a simple worker,

but I see that you are

resourceful.

And I intend to profit from it.

There is little time

I had the misfortune

receive

a brick inheritance.

It is operated

a boy competent

but particularly dishonest

responding on behalf of Proshko.

I want it back

on the right path

you confident in accounting.

The salary

are 50 rubles per month,

free housing

the site of the brickworks.

It is forbidden to stay there,

but if the job is promising,

buy fake papers

and kiss the Cross.

It's clever.

I never papers.

Childless, a man can not

look anyone in the face.

He lost his pride.

As a woman,

when her husband regrowth.

Sleep with a woman sterile?

I spent 5 years with you

what it gave me?

An empty bed.

Raisl, whither goest thou?

Find someone who loves me.

And also ...

Something

concerns me even more.

Girl!

Why?

She makes eyes.

Sometimes you need to know

sacrifices.

Accept the job.

Do you ...

romance, Yakov Ivanovich?

How?

- Want herring?

- Oh, no.

But take it back in,

please.

At times ...

I think that sometimes

let love fly away.

Like a cloud,

a day of high winds.

If you are a little too ...

shy.

As you can see ...

after the appearance of this house,

I'll never be penniless.

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