The Target Page #6

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Not because I didn't want them,

or I had abortions.

No, I was ready to give birth,

but children didn't come my way

for some reason.

And now I want neither

kids nor a husband.

I don't need it.

I feel very good with you.

As if I had sailed, and sailed...

and I landed.

You'll ask who you are to me.

And I don't know who you are.

My darling...

- Viktor.

- Yes?

What should I fill the heart with,

cherries or strawberries?

Cherries.

Zoya, it's already

seven minutes off!

You were born already.

This is dedicated to you!

Oh, how beautiful!

- Is this platinum?

- No.

It's not even close to platinum.

It's pretty heavy. What is it?

It's runium!

- Runium?

- Runium!

It's almost non-existent on earth.

It's extracted from volcanic gas.

These two drops took 5 months

to condense.

They're fabulous,

but they tug a bit.

- They look good on you.

- Oh, Viktor!

- Are they really pretty?

- Pretty. They look good on you.

I know what I should wear.

Just give me ten minutes!

Nine minutes, Viktor!

I bought this dress

for her in Paris.

It's the first dress

I bought her as a gift.

Yes, in Paris. Before the wedding.

And the perfume's hers too.

I forgot it's name.

"Askap".

"Escape".

I wasn't even thinking.

I just saw her, and that was it.

I didn't think.

Right away I saw her and decided.

Like with the dress.

Usually I need a while to choose,

but I took a look and that was it.

I made the purchase.

You know, it happens. Like a flash.

Just reach out your hand

and everything's yours.

Now everything is right.

Absolutely right.

I want to give her one. May I?

Of course, they're yours.

Do as you please.

- You're reflections of each other.

- Viktor, this is delicious!

I haven't checked you two yet.

You haven't changed a bit

on your birthday.

- And Taya?

- Nothing unusual in Taya.

Fifty-fifty.

What is it?

- What education did you get?

- Middle school.

What grade did you get in physics?

I don't remember any more.

Viktor's obsessed with this.

Want to take a look?

Red is good, blue is evil.

Pretty, it's all glistening.

Which do you like more?

The red or the blue?

It's like good and evil.

Like light and shadow.

- Is there more red?

- There's more.

Oh, God, at last.

I wanted to be with you so badly!

Wow, my head's spinning!

I almost had an accident. I thought

I'd run someone over. It's scary.

I feel good,

I feel so scared!

I woke up at 5:
30 this morning.

I was lying there

closing and opening my eyes.

You know, it's this new feeling.

It started after our trip to

Bombay, after the well.

And so fast, so very, very fast.

I'm falling all the time. Falling,

falling, falling and flying,

like in a child's dream.

It's an unbearable,

painful feeling,

and I want it to stay the way it

is, the way it is, the way it is!

Like an avalanche, like a wave!

Forever! With you!

It will be.

It will!

I want it to stop and go on.

Stop and go on!

And more and more!

What is this?

Stables.

I feel the same way.

I can't be without you.

I want to push everything aside,

put it away,

grind it down, so it's all new,

and only with you.

- So there wouldn't be anything.

- So there wouldn't be anything.

Show me the horses.

Open it!

Wait.

Go on, get out of here!

Go, go, go!

Where are you going?

Get a move on!

Go on, go!

- I'm with you.

- I'm so happy.

Nikolai, your Corsair's a great

horse. I haven't ridden in ages

but with him it came right back.

- Anya!

- Yes.

Anya, try a gallop.

Turns out we're almost neighbors.

It's only eighteen versts.

It's really good for them.

Come every day if you'd like.

It's wonderful.

This is a wonderful birthday.

Thank you.

What are you celebrating?

Our Holy Virgin is crying.

- They say the Holy Virgin is crying.

- Pray.

The icon of the Holy Virgin is weeping.

Anya, the icon of the Holy Virgin

is crying.

- The Holy Virgin is crying.

- What?

The Holy Virgin is crying.

Let's go look.

- Let's go look.

- Mitya, we can't.

- Why?

- We're not dressed for it.

- Our well is like a jug.

- I still don't get it, what jug?

The well is like a jug.

Invisible light pours into it,

and it remains when you get out

and starts blowing through you.

- It's impossible to stop it.

- Taya, what's that for?

These are my things.

What if I get lost in Moscow?

What are you afraid of?

We're downtown.

- Near the Bolshoi Theatre?

- Yes, not far.

"I entered this world

to see the mountains.

And the splendid color

of the dales.

I take in the worlds

in a single glance.

I am the Ruler!"

All gone.

Is this far

from the Bolshoi Theatre?

No, not really.

Can you walk there?

Sure. It's about ten minutes. Why?

I have a meeting there

in fifteen minutes.

Is it that business of yours?

Are you nervous?

Maybe I shouldn't go.

When did you plan the meeting.

Long ago.

Thirty years ago.

He was guarding the Dish.

When the garrison disbanded,

he stayed in Bombay.

He was my first man.

We climbed into the Target.

Into the well.

We made love down there, inside.

Then, when everything started,

well, like with you...

He went to Barnaul.

Hijacked a plane for some reason.

They gave him seven years.

And I waited for him there.

I missed him terribly.

Later... when he go out,

we went back to Bombay.

At first it was good.

Really good. Sparks were flying.

Then we became consumed, consumed,

consumed with jealousy.

We were insanely suspicious

of each other.

He about me, and I about him.

A couple of times

I almost killed him.

And he broke my finger.

He wanted to break my neck,

but I ducked. He broke my finger.

And then we sat down,

did some thinking,

and decided to part for 30 years.

To break the habit.

We agreed to meet

by the Bolshoi Theatre.

Why by the Bolshoi Theatre?

Because we thought it would still

be there after thirty years.

And we were right.

- Why after 30 years?

- To break the habit.

What do you mean

"break the habit"?

So we wouldn't know for sure

whether or not to go there.

Are you thinking of going or not?

I'm thinking...

I'll go.

What's this for?

Take it.

Where is Taya?

She left.

Where to?

She left. For good.

She gave me this.

What did she say?

She said,

"Take care of yourselves."

I'm glad you understand me, Tsao.

At least I think you do.

This feeling,

presses your temple like a gun,

the feeling of

"I must, I must, I must..."

But what I must do... I don't know.

It's like when you're young,

you feel you have to

change the world.

And not just change it,

but change it right now,

immediately.

In times like these, women usually

begin maniacally moving furniture.

And it's like furniture.

It's like moving stone wardrobes.

You push and push...

Viktor, goodbye. I love Nikolai

and can't be without him. Zoya.

P.S. I don't need

the mask anymore.

I'm here, but you're not.

Where are you? Why aren't you here?

Darling, calm down,

I'll be right there.

I didn't know you were coming.

I wrote him that I'm leaving,

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