The Target Page #3
- Year:
- 2011
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the tests. I don't care.
- And the discounts?
- I don't buy expensive things.
Do you know what I am?
An "Anxious Marine Pilot".
- And I'm a "Fisherman"!
- Sometimes they get it right.
Listen, how does this thing work?
I'm no astrophysicist,
Of graphite, I believe.
I don't get what this
cosmic radiation is.
What does this Target accumulate?
It's Chi.
Prana. Primal energy.
The energy of the void.
Now all of you will fall asleep.
When you wake up,
you'll be itching to laugh.
The well - the forty-eighth
hexagram of the "I-Ching".
"The town may change,
but the well can not.
It neither decreases
nor increases.
You come and go,
but the well remains a well.
If you run out of rope, or break
the jug, it brings - misfortune."
So far, I don't think
we've broken any jugs.
And what is this?
- It's Tihkeybow.
- What?
Tihkeybow, like it says
on the jar.
It's regular Tihkeybow,
only a bit watery.
Cold Tihkeybow.
Is this local coffee?
No, it's a very popular coffee.
Me either.
I can show you the jar.
Tihkeybow isn't a brand of coffee,
it's an adjective.
Why am I so tihkeybowey?
- We might die laughing!
- People very rarely die here.
Last time was twelve years ago.
Vitya Semenov drank a bottle of
vodka, drove a car, and hit a rock.
- And what?
- He died.
Take me with you.
Where?
To Moscow. I have
some business there.
Zoya?
Wonderful! Of course we'll take
you. The flight will be more fun.
- Now it's my turn.
- Pay Vitalik, he's over there.
Fifty for the well,
and seven for the coffee.
All together, fifty-seven.
You owe me three thousand.
I don't have change.
Go look for it. We gave some
to that driver of yours.
- I don't want to break a sweat.
- Go break a sweat.
You break a sweat.
Sorry, old man, something...
Everyone has a stressful life.
Listen, why don't you all
get out of here?
What for?
We've got everything.
Like what?
Well... food... a place to live,
some money.
And we're healthier than
all of you put together.
Zoya, look!
Look!
I only felt this way once before
as a child in Crimea, in Sudak.
It was pouring,
then the clouds seemed
to split open,
and a shaft of light
burst through.
Just like this. It's a miracle!
Right on my mom and I.
and suddenly
she started reciting
a poem by Lermontov:
"Alone I set out on the road;
The flinty path sparkles in the mist;
The night is still.
And star with star converses.
The sky is solemn and miraculous!"
Miraculous and solemn...
Let's never part.
What a beautiful column of light.
Russia's such a beautiful country.
- Let's at least have some coffee.
- Alright, let's drink some coffee.
Champagne! Pineapples in champagne!
Deliriously tasty,
sparkling and bright!
I'm in something from Norway!
I'm in something from Spain!
Pineapples in champagne!
Pineapples in champagne!
From Moscow to Nagasaki!
From New York to Mars!
- To our love.
- To love.
- Russia's a beautiful country.
- Here it is, a new happiness.
- Vitya, let Taya stay with us.
- Everything will be tihkeybow.
How are you?
- You seem to be...
- What?
- Not yourself.
- I'm yours, Vitya, yours.
You know what my dream is?
To be the worst of bums,
I would be...
...a nobody.
An absolute nobody.
I'd wallow in the dirt,
like the worst of dogs.
And you'd come to me.
To no one but me.
And that's all.
I don't need anything else.
Nothing at all.
I'd probably die.
There's a long story
that goes with that Target.
I'd forgotten it,
but later it came back.
I was about twelve,
we were living in Volgograd,
on the bank of the Volga.
Our roof needed repairs,
A very strange man.
He moved in with us
and worked on the roof.
He was a very young guy.
Somehow my parents instantly
fell crazy in love with him.
They took care of him
like he was their son.
One day, there was a party around
the table for my dad's birthday.
The guy was sitting
next to my mother.
I was learning guitar
and I sang a song I'd prepared.
But I sang it badly and
goofed off to spite my parents
because they loved
that outsider so much.
I swung my guitar
and broke a jar of juice.
Mother sent me away
from the table.
I sat in my room and
listened to them talk.
That guy told them
he was forty-two.
He served at a secret facility
with this dish.
He had climbed in there
with some girl and that was it.
already done time in prison.
Then he suddenly vanished
before he finished the roof.
I didn't remember it until this
journalist told be about that place.
And you?
a resort in Belokurikha.
for treatment.
When I was young, I had a rare
illness
called glass bone disease.
It's a metabolic disorder
that follows the flu.
I sat at home.
I learned Chinese.
But I lost a piece of my life.
Lost it beyond recovery.
That's why I believed it
right away.
So I saved up money.
There you have it.
I still don't understand
why you went there.
Well, I'd gotten old somehow.
Very quickly.
I'm old. I live alone.
I can't wake up together with
someone in the same bed.
It makes me sick to my stomach.
I hate people.
I disdain them.
I only love...
I only love...
"Chinese for Dummies"
Before we start the next chapter,
I suggest we share
a cup of Chinese tea.
And then, as Lao Tzu said,
"Tian di xiang he yi xiang gan lu
min mo zhi ling er zi jun."
Oh no, again with
the electric ovens.
It's nothing but these
electric ovens lately.
Who needs them?
What can you bake in them?
- Hello, Zoya.
- Hello, Nikolai.
I have a feeling you and I
are thinking about the same thing.
Could be. What are you
thinking about?
And what are you thinking?
I'm thinking, "When?"
In principle,
I'm free this afternoon.
- I have a great idea.
- Tell me.
- Better it be a surprise.
- Agreed.
Tell me, what are
Why, can't you see?
I'm on the veranda, reading,
and drinking tea.
May I ask you not to turn off
your cell phone?
I'll drive and look at you.
reading, but if you really want it...
I really want it!
Nikolai, we've spotted three
semis. We can peel one off.
- Are they insured with us?
- No, with Lloyd's.
- Got something to ram them with?
- We've got an empty one.
- I'll be right over.
- Where are you?
I'm at 532.
That's 120 kilometers.
That's OK, I'll make it
in 40 minutes.
Have one of our guys
ram them over to the shoulder.
But make sure their truck
can still run.
And treat them properly.
- What's in there?
- Ovens, Nikolai!
- Ovens won't do.
- I'm kidding. Memory chips.
Memory will do. I can dump
them in half an hour.
You need an invoice.
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