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- And who?

- I don't know.. People.

- Which people? Last name!

- Whose?

- People's!

- How do I know? Did I ask?

- Find out.

- How? People are people.

However you want, got it?

I'll come here tomorrow, if you don't find out -

you'll see what happens, you got it? Let's go.

- And what if she was run over by a train?

- Not your business! Let's go!

Are you bloody mad?

You've gone completely bollocks!

Get off of me you two!

I'm young, f***!

I want to live, f***!

To live, f***, to live, to live!

F***!

That day me and grandma went down to

the amusement park in the city.

And in the evening, when we got back,

mother was home.

Is it you?

Another one kicked her out. Who's going

to deal with a crazy one like that.

- Where you going?

- No need to come here at all anymore.

None of your business.

- What do you want?

- And no need to come here anymore.

- None of you business, got it?

- Didn't get nothing.

- Don't come here anymore.

- That's it, piss off.

- I'll come over when I need to.

- And I'll then get you with a stick even.

- You'll sh*t your pants.

- And with a stone, too.

Yeah, go ahead.

Say that you won't come anymore.

Say it now, can't you hear me.

Do it, do it, do it.

Do it..

Do it!

You're f***ing out of your mind...

What you looking at?

Look, if you want.

- Look!

- Don't want to.

- Look anyway. Look!

- What do you say?

- Don't know. Nothing.

- Don't know what?

- Nothing.

- Why not something?

- Don't know.

What don't you know?

And you know, you know...

What do you have there?

- Where?

- In your hand.

- Your wolfy.

- Give it here.

You think I just gave it to you

for no reason?

No...

You know, I once found something at the

cemetery once, you know.

Yes...

Was walking through the cemetery

and found it. It was in a sack.

I passed by - and saw it.

Someone threw it out - and I found it...

Someone didn't need it, and I saw it.

I passed by - and saw it. Yes...

I look - there's a sack. And what's in the sack?..

What's in that sack?..

I thought I'd take a look.

Thought I'd take a look...

I approach...

I approach...

I undo it with a stick...

Undo it like this...

Open it up...

And inside...

And inside...

And inside...

I open it up with a stick...

And inside...

You!

Yes... You're inside.

I found you in the cemetery, you know.

In a sack. Right?

- Not true.

- It is, you just don't remember.

- Not true.

- True.

And also...

Also you were all covered in fur, like an animal.

Completely covered! I even got scared.

But didn't run away. I took the sack home.

I show it to grandma, and she says: let's keep her.

So we yanked all the fur out and kept you.

And we kept you... Yes. That's how it was.

Yanked all the fur out and kept you.

There was lots of fur. Even of the face.

Because you were a little wolf.

You think I gave you that wolfie

as a present for nothing?

Nothing is for nothing.

- Don't believe me?

- No.

Well, then, story time is over. Go sleep.

I don't know why mother told me this

story about the sack in the cemetery.

I don't even know if she

really did tell it to me,

...or I just dreamt it up.

Only the next day I woke up absolutely sure

that everything happened exactly that way.

And I went to the cemetery.

I wanted to find something there.

I don't know what, exactly.

Perhaps myself.

I started going there almost every day.

I ate cookies and candy left by the graves,

I looked at photos of dead people,

...I sang to them. And they listened.

I sometimes I observed newcomers arrive.

I liked seeing women in black cry.

I liked hearing the soil fall into the grave.

And I liked coming to the grave after

everyone was gone.

What's your name? And why did you drown?

You really can't swim?

I also can't swim, I think.

I could even drown.

Does it hurt - to be drowning?

You want to bet that a tooth

hurts more than drowning?

Can I fix up your flowers?

But then I'll eat a candy, ok?

Also I can sing. Loudly.

Like a stereo.

I can. But not right now.

Because I'm eating a candy.

That's it, done. Should I sing?

I say - should I sing?

I ate the candy already.

So I sing?

All right.

I'm singing already, singing.

Voulez vous, voulez vous,

voulez vous danser?

That's it, done.

All right, I'll be going then, ok?

I'm going already. Going.

Going.

Here, that's for you, so you have more.

Thank you.

And so I had a new friend.

I visited him every day.

I shared candy with him,

I changed his flowers, I sang to him,

...I was giving him presents,

I even built him a fence.

I guarded him.

Here, now no one will even come in.

Such impudence...

No one even allowed this.

They just broke everything.

Stole all the presents and candy,

impudent people.

Here they are somehow.

They didn't steal it looks like.

Still, no one allowed to touch at all even.

They still broke the fence.

Where's the little wallet? It's gone,

the little wallet.

They stole the little wallet, impudent people.

Sometimes I told him about myself.

And about mother.

My mom actually brings me all kind

of stuff. Even a wolf.

Not a wolf - a wolfie.

Here, look.

Look here.

Look.

I told him and told him, told him about

my made-up happiness,

...about my wonderful childhood.

Told him about everything that

was missing from my life.

And he believed it all,

and I wasn't ashamed,

...because I also believed it.

Believed that mother is in charge of a store,

that we have a real carousel at home, hedgehogs,

parrots, many TVs and a typewriter.

I believed that I'd flown on a real airplane and

had sailed on a real steamboat with mother.

But most importantly - that mother loves me.

Loves me, loves me, loves me.

And I was so thankful to this quiet listener

for the happiness he was giving me,

...that I even wanted to kiss him.

Or maybe I even did kiss. I don't remember.

I can even do this. Here. Fool.

Our friendship could have gone on for a long time

...and become something more

...if one day the cemetery itself didn't become something that takes away.

So?

- Have you gone to that cemetery enough?

- I didn't go.

- Come on, enough getting on her case.

- Piss off, I didn't ask you.

- So? Did you go?

- No.

- And who brought me the dead one?

- A car.

- What car...

- I don't know. Other, big brown car.

- And who's been going to the cemetery? A car?

- I don't know.

- Enough, it's disgusting.

- So don't listen.

- All right. Come, touch you grandma's foot.

- She already held it, what more do you want.

I don't know nothing, let her hold it again.

God forbid she'll be wetting herself later.

You've always been mad, and you still are.

Nothing teaches her.

Come on, look at her as well.

- You see?

- Yes.

- What do you see?

- Don't know, grandma.

Aha, and I see grandpa.

Look at what you've done to her.

- It wasn't me.

- And who? Me?

- Why the hell did you go to the cemetery?

- Because there's a boy there.

- What boy?

- A friend.

- A dead boy?

- No. He's got a photo and a cross there.

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