Volchok Page #3

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- Dumbass. That's called a deadman.

- No.

Of course he is. So he took your grandma then.

- No.

- Yes!

- No.

- And I said yes. Yes!

Because you can't go see strangers' dead people.

Now go ask him to give your grandma back.

Of course he didn't give anything back.

But after grandma's funeral mother got sick.

And I started thinking that he could

take her away as well.

Look at us.

That's how we do it.

Got it?

Look at us, so handy around the house.

I can't believe it.

Maybe you want to wash mother's twat as well?

Here, wash mommy's twat.

Wash it, come on.

What are you?.. What do you want?

What?

They took my mommy!

My mommy!

My mommy! Mommy!

Mommy, mommy, a-a-a!

Bastards, bastards, bastards!

In an hour mother was taken to a hospital.

And I was, too.

Then I lived at mom's sister's house.

- Come eat.

- And where's mom?

How do I know? She checked out

a while ago, and she hasn't shown up.

- We'll go see her tomorrow.

- Tomorrow?

Tomorrow, tomorrow. Let's eat.

Oh. What a surprise.

- What the hell are you doing?

- Why?

- Nothing.

- What?

- What?

- Nothing!

Got rid of the kid and is living it up!

You think I'm the babysitter?

Here, see this?

It's your kid - you take care of her!

Just look at her! Doesn't even

think of showing up!

You want some sweet life? Not going to work!

- Yes it will.

- No it won't!

- Package delivered, sign here please!

- Done, now what?

- That's it! Now.

- That's it.

- Completely shameless.

- Yes I am.

- Why, aren't you?

- Yes, shameless, that's what I'm saying.

- There. No good screwing around.

They're going to have you on so hard

you won't be able to sit down.

Probably never.

-Finished? Now get up and get the f*** out!

-I'll leave when I'm ready.

- Now is the time.

- Not your business!

- And I said - out, on the count of three!

- And I said - not your business!

- Oh yeah?

- Yeah.

- Yeah?

Yeah.

- What are you doing?!

- I also know how break bottles on heads.

Want me to demonstrate? One.

Two.

Completely mad, just as you've always been.

- I'm selling the apartment and going South.

- You can go wherever you want.

There's already a buyer!

Go to sleep.

I said go to bed.

You don't get it?

You forgot what I can do?

Want me to show you?

Here!

What you want?

Fun times...

Fun...

(Sobbing)

That's it, I'm sick of this.

Get up.

Get up!

Huh?

I said move over.

And then the place got sold and

we went to the South.

What you looking at? Get your stuff together.

Put it right here. We're going South.

- Seriously? South?

- Seriously, seriously.

The taxi will come soon. If you're not

packed - you're not going anywhere.

So... So-so-so...

So-so-so...

Anyways, here's the deal.

So.

Listen, why are you clung to me?

What do you want from me, huh?

- Here. Someone talks to you - show this. Got it?

- Yes.

- And don't get off your bale, it'll get stolen, ok?

- Ok.

I'll buy the tickets and off we go.

Quiet, b*tch.

Don't lose the paper.

We looked everywhere.

We declared her missing,

...we inquired in prisons, hospitals, morques.

We went South and showed her picture

to people in different cities.

We put posters up everywhere.

We called, wrote, read, waited.

Nothing came of it.

And one day I heard...

...my aunt telling her friend that

it looks like mother is dead.

That she was probably killed or

something like that.

But I didn't believe it.

I only believed that,

...as long as she's alive in my heart,

she will be alive somewhere out there.

And I knew, I felt, that one day

the doorbell will ring.

- Who's there?

- Me.

- Who - me?

- It's me.

May I?

- Want tea?

- Sure.

Look what I have.

Little cakes.

- You hungry?

- No. You?

- Not really.

- Well, later then.

I saw these.

Saw kettles like this one.

- Expensive?

- What?

- The kettle.

- No.

- That's what I thought - couldn't be expensive.

- Enough, all right?

- Why, what's up?

- Nothing!

Do you know how many years it's been?

- And did you even ask what happened?

- What, you got abducted by chechens?

Yes I was.

Even tougher, if you should know.

I got into such a score, a really bad mess.

- So there is god then.

- Yeah, there is. Now what?

All right, fine.

- Do you at least want to see your daughter?

- Ah, so she's here?

- Where else?

- M-m-m, well yeah.

I thought - I'll catch a man there,

and will be back to get her.

The extra luggage scares men off.

And afterwards - here she is, and that's it.

- But then it all started, it got bad.

- You'll tell it later.

Go, she's in the room over there.

I heard mother and aunt calling me,

first from the balcony, then out in front.

I didn't answer. I was thinking.

Thinking about what would have happened if my

unknown father had been the very man...

...who mother was looking for all her life.

What would have been, if mother had met her own

uncle Kolya or uncle Slava, even after all that's happened,

...what would have been if grandma hadn't died.

What would have been...

- ...hate them now.

You know, they're just like dogs. Not human!

I would just take a chainsaw - and wroom!

Oh, she's back.

- She's big.

- What did you expect.

Well, come in, don't stand there.

- So you go to school?

- Yes she does.

Good girl.

And I'm telling my sis what happened to me.

But she doesn't believe a thing.

- I believe, I do. Why not..

- No you don't.

All these questions, doubts.

Did you even know how many

wogs did me at once one time?

My ass is like a bucket now. Want to see?

Why are the feet dirty?

Well, she's barefoot.

Let her go and wash them. No service to

people with dirty feet.

- You were just like that when you came.

- Don't want to hear of it.

Let her go wash.

Go wash up.

I was smoking and trying to remember:

when have me and mother ever talked about anything?

What were were talking with her about?

And couldn't remember a thing.

We've never talked.

All our conversations were empty, pointless.

Or we just stayed silent.

I wanted to tell her so much, but couldn't.

Somehow...

What are we going to talk now.

How will we live...

Have you died or something? Let's go.

Well, tell her now, tell her.

That's it?

I say:
is that it?

You're finished or what?

Well, screw you then.

And why didn't you give me a kiss when you came in,

didn't even give me a hug?

That's it, is it?

- Go screw yourself, is that it?

- No.

No - what?

I can leave if you're like that.

- No.

- Why do you keep 'no'-ing?

I thought:
we'll have a hug, kiss each other,

this and that.

And she sits down and turns her face away.

Well, be that way. You think I'll cry?

There!

Want a drink?

No.

- You know any other words?

- I do.

Listen...

Did I ever tell you? You're so boring!

Why are you this way?

- How?

- Pathetic!

- Don't know.

- "Don't know"...

Did you get laid while I was away?

- What?

- Bla-ott!

Did anyone bang you?

I got banged good.

Oh, I got banged.

I got enough.

Sh*t, even vodka's finished.

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