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in the Serbian household.

The Serbian hero is the host.

A true celebration!

Pure honesty shines

like beams in a topaz.

It is like a spark in the mirror.

The soul is filled with happiness!

Like a spring in the open sea!

Like champagne in crystal.

Here,

Serbian is thought and spoken!

Here, Serbs proudly sing.

Not all of it is of the earth,

but there is something from above!

It ignites this celebration

with its heavenly rays!

Did you notice the audience's

reaction?

That's because a fighter likes to hear

what the poet has to say.

He is uplifted

by his words, inspired.

-Did you write this?

-Yes.

What?

That's Njegos!

My friend read that

for our diction exam!

I fixed it a little, adapted it.

-You reallyfixed it.

-Yes.

Thanks for coming.

I have to go now.

-We're going, too.

-Wait!

-Ljubiae, what about us?

-You want to go to Derventa with me?

Derventa?

You said we were going to Belgrade.

I have a performance

on the front lines.

The situation there is grave,

they need my support.

-And Literary Club? Custard cakes?

-Custard pies.

Derventa is

practically on the way.

We go there, support the fighters,

and then for the custard pie.

How aboutthat? Great!

Ljubiae, please, let's go.

It's obvious there will be

no literary evening.

We really can't go any further.

If we could only

deliver them the vodka.

How many bottles

of Baltic do we have?

Two boxes.

At least that, since I can't...

-Let's get out, while we can!

-No way!

We deliver the vodka

or we don't go anywhere.

-I'll take the Baltic. But we go now.

-Are you crazy?!

-What's he doing?

-Removing the antennas.

-Whose mines are those?

-Ours.

He has to disarm the mines,

so we could go further.

We don't have the key,

so he has to do it the hard way.

-What do you mean?!

-It's simple.

He unscrews it from above

and pulls out the pin.

It's crucial he pulls it vertically.

Get it?

-I get it.

-Yeah, I bet. Look.

What f***ing idiot put an AP

next to the anti-tank mines?

Mile! Is it bad?!

It's bad!

I hate losing a man this way!

Medics!

Call the medics!

Hello! Can you hear me?

Grujiae bought an AP!

Send me a medic! Now!

Do you hear me?! Now!!

Hold on, Mile!

I'm coming!

Cover me!

Mile, hang on!

The medics are coming.

Commo!Where's the med...

He's dead.

He's dead!

You knowwhat I had realized here,

on the field, among soldiers?

No, what?

That we cannot lose this war.

-Do you know why?

-I don't.

Because God is with us!

The entire world, America, Germany,

France, is conspiring against us.

Only God is not! He has been

on our side the whole time!

Really?

Could you please explain that

to us? I'm really interested.

How come the entire world is against

us, yet only God loves us?

It's very simple, young man.

The Serbs are a holy nation.

-What are Serbs!?

-Holy nation.

By the will of God,

they came here.

The Serbs came here

with the rest of the Slavs.

That's incorrect.

-Firstly, the Serbs are not Slavs.

-Then who are they?

Let me explain.

In Sanskrit,

"Sora" means sky, the heavenly arch.

"Sorbs" is the ancient name for Serbs.

They have apparently come

to our planet from another place.

It is not known exactly from where.

But it is clear that they were sent

on a special mission.

-You don't actually believe that?

-Of course, I do!

-They kept it a secret!

-Sonja, take it easy.

The CIA was immediately informed about

the scientific discovery.

The ruins of Mycenae

reveal the evidence.

Are you out of your mind?!

Or you who talk crap about the

"heavenly Serbs" are, in fact, scum!

You do it only for the money!

Please, young man, what I do

has nothing to do with money!

I love my nation

from the bottom of my heart.

You people created this war,

you idiots!

You poison the masses

with this Nazi crap!

You drive tens of thousands

of young people to their deaths!

You profit, but what makes it worse,

you believe in all that crap!

Yet you still chose to sit in your

cozy homes or in some remote hide-out!

While boys vanish off the face of

the earth! F***ing Fascist bastard!

-Mind your manners, please.

-My manners?!

-How about your manners, you f***?!

-Don't!

You, fascist pig!

-Misko, don't! Lale, please, don't!

-Motherf***er!

People, stop it!

Djuro, what's wrong?

-Did the van brake down?

-We've strayed from the corridor.

-We're lost.

-What do you mean?

-You mean, we can't...

-Be quiet.

-Be quiet!

-It's nothing.

Why are you all...

-I'll be damned, there's p*ssy here!

-What do we do?

-What do we do?

-This is a gift directlyfrom Allah.

Sir, let me explain...

You're as pretty... as a picture.

You know, we are actors.

Maybe you have seen theTV series

"Circus in the House"...

Zivorad Kutlesiae plays there

and missus...

-Sonja Hermann Kutlesiae...

-Just Hermann.

And myself... Misko.

Officer, I kindly askthat you behave

in accordance with... you know...

Are you that... writer?

Yes, he's a writer.

-The one that...

-I wrote "When Spring ComesToo Late".

-Then, "Ripple ofThought"...

-I don't give a f*** about that!

-But, were you on TV?

-I was.

I am a regular guest

in the programs like "Prose"...

-In "Midnight Nocturne" I...

-Not that.

-But, when it started.

-Who started?

-What?

-The f***ing war!

-Did you call for ethnic cleansing?

-Me, call for ethnic cleansing?

-That must be a mistake, I never...

-Yes, you did.

I watched you on television.

At that rally in Bjeljina.

When you said

that all us Muslims should be...

That was him, wasn't it?

No, you must be mistaken.

No, it's true, you're...

Ljubiae. Are you... Ljubiae?

I'm not.

Yes, you are.

Get out.

Get out, all of you!

Let me... explain!

I've nothing to do with it... I don't

knowwhere these books came from!

Look at the photograph:

it's not me, it's someone younger!

Anyone can see that.

Wait!

Explain to them it's not me!

Explain to this gentleman

that it's not me!

I am someone completely different!

Misko, please... people, wait...

Don't, please!

Please, wait!

My dear ones... my dear ones!

Do you know...

How much we used to love you?

And all that Belgrade talk?

"F***in' this, f***in' that..."

If you only knew how much

the Sarajevo crowd loved you.

And you...

Which team do you think

I rooted for?

For a Sarajevo team?

No, man!

For Belgrade "Red Star".

I went for the games in Belgrade.

I even went to Bari,

for the European Cup final.

And you...

You were my idol.

Oh, yes, you bet you were.

I used to think

you can do anything.

I would've given you my sister,

if you asked.

And my bike... and my dog.

Take it all, big man... it's yours.

Listen, mother... hear my thoughts.

I am resolved to die.

This I fain would do with honour.

Dismissing from me...

...what is mean.

Turn thythoughts, and with me

weigh howwell I speak.

To me the whole

of mighty Hellas looks.

On me the passage

o'er the sea depends.

On me the sack ofTroy!

And may Helen be punished,

and Paris too!

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