Urga Song Page #4

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Push!

Get this idiot, too, quickly!

Good job, guys! Thanks.

Hey! You don't have the right!

I'm a foreigner!

Burn this garbage!

You don't understand?

I'm... to build the road!

My truck...

belongs to the state!

Eh! Careful!

Gombo!

Sergei!

My windshield busted,

my shiftman got sick,

I'm alone at the wheel 24 hours,

fell asleep at the wheel,

and now you in addition!

- Here, Mom, tobacco.

- Thank you.

A new hat?

Huh? Bouin!

Bring me the manual,

it's in the box!

Hurry!

Bouin, run quickly!

Hurry up!

Give it to me.

Bourma, the screwdriver!

- This one, Dad?

- No, another one.

It suits you well, your new cap.

Bourma, come here...

Hold it here, the wire.

Carefully... don't pull too hard.

Do you need anything else, Dad?

No, nothing, let's go to the yurt.

Did you buy what I told you?

No.

Why?

They didn't have any left.

Grandma! The Russian came back!

Come and see his back!

This is how I, the fourth child

of Gombo, was born.

They called me Taimoudjine,

like Genghis Khan in his childhood.

It was my parents' idea.

Here, where my father planted

his Urga on the steppe one day,

now there's a chimney.

It can be seen very well from the window

in the big house where I now live.

Near from it, there's a gas station.

That's where I work.

I'm married.

No children for now.

I like to travel.

Last year, with my wife,

we went to Baikal.

There used to be a lake there before,

and also some Russians lived there...

This summer,

we're going to Los Angeles,

to see the Japanese.

Just to relax.

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