Welcome, or No Trespassing Page #3

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And march!

- Calm down, darling, calm down.

- Oh, my goodness.

- I'm Vostok Seven... Transmitting...

- Tell me, uncle...

- What?

- Not in vain...

Was Moscow, bound high in flame...

Surrendered to the French?

- Here "the spectators applaud." Applaud, everyone!

- That will do.

- Greetings to you, our masked comrades!

We congratulate you on the occasion of the Parents' Day!

- Parade, halt! One, two!

- Cancel! Cancel the Parents' Day!

Five kids passed out! Four with rash!

Infection! Intoxication! Quarantine!

Quarantine!

- And Mitrofanova?

- Okay for now. All five cases are boys.

- What? What now?

Which ones?

What do you mean "naked?"

Ah, I see.

- Mommy... Daddy... Grandma...

- He's calling for his parents!

- Nikitin... Sharafudinov... Stolbovoy... The whole gang!

- What are we going to do?

- Hang on.

- Sick.

Sick with a disease.

Waltz "Waves of Amur."

And you said there were no talents.

Artists! Straight from Bolshoi.

Little liars.

Fakers.

Scoundrels.

Out!

"So it became obvious that there was no avoiding the Parents' Day."

- "Children are the masters...", "children are the masters..."

But who gets to make all the important decisions?

- Stop worrying so much about it.

Your life will be so much easier without Inochkin, you'll see.

If you only knew how much bad blood there is between him and Dynin.

- Hah. "Bad blood."

Can you imagine what would happen if I spoiled even a tiny drop of his blood?

- All of comrade Dynin's blood just went bad!

Help! Help!

And now the speeches again.

- He urgently requires blood transfusion!

Who?

Who here will give their blood?

What blood type do you have?

- A!

- And you?

- AB!

- And you?

- B!

- We need blood type "XZ!"

It's an extremely rare blood!

And here is where I come out.

- Me.

I have blood type "XZ."

- And you will spare your rare blood?

- I will.

And here, of course, everyone will applaud.

- Inochkin.

Inochkin!

You used to be my blood enemy.

And now you are my blood brother!

But I still won't let you come back to the camp.

You went swimming in the forbidden area!

Nothing I can do.

Inochkin!

Inochkin!

- Inochkin!

- It's movie night. We'll go all together! Nobody will see you in the dark.

- You must be bored here.

- I'm not bored.

Sashka Belykh gave me a book of magic tricks. I've been practising.

Wanna see the"Flying Queen?"

- Sure!

- That's where you are! Snitches!

- Who, we?

- And your stupid flowers!

- Can't trust you with a secret!

- Who told Dynin?

- You are the snitches!

- We?

- Who else? Who took the mirror and Shagalova to Dynin?

- What Shagalova?

- Lyudmila, from the magazine cover!

- No one did!

- Did she walk there by herself?

- And nettle? Did he just guess that?

- Who's in here?

- Us.

- Girls? That's nice.

- And boys! Just wonderful. What are you all doing here?

- Playing cards.

- Blackjack.

- Shameful, girls. Get out.

- Girls, girls...

Today blackjack.

Tomorrow gambling.

Distraction from productive work.

You understand?

- We understand.

"Shame to Inochkin!"

"After swimming infractions,

he's sent home for his actions!"

- Good job, boys.

- How is this our fault?

- Marat is with you guys, no?

- Oh, look at the poor thing!

- All right, kids, we're late for practice.

- Look at him shaking!

But looks just like him!

Spitting image of Kostya!

Looks just like Inochkin!

- Kostya, are you there?

- I'm here.

- Dynin called me in.

Said "for Parents' Day, draw us a cartoon with a short poem."

"Draw us a picture of Inochkin looking pitiful, just out of the water."

See where I'm going with this?

- So, did you?

- Don't think I'm a coward or anything.

I jumped into nettle for you. Naked.

- Well, did you draw it?

- What choice did I have? I'm on the editing board.

- Kostya...

- Kostya!..

"That day Kostya Inochkin lost a friend."

- What do you think?

- Not bad!

- What are you guys doing here?

- Hey, you, get lost! Out!

- All right, all right!

- Hey, check it out. We have a runner!

- So, is Inochkin just going to sit in the dark like that?

Maybe we can dig a hole under the stand for him?

- Right. He can then crawl in and out.

Now we just need to find a shovel or a scoop without anyone noticing.

- Nobody is going to give you a shovel.

- Me?

- During the last shift a boy broke one, so now they lock everything.

- Attention!

- Give me!

- No, let me try again.

- Observe.

Here everyone applauds!

Then the applause dies down...

- Hello!

- Hello!

- Wow, a pig!

- Hey, is it true that Kostya is back?

- It's true. Is that your pig?

- It's ours. Why?

- Dig, dig!

- Hey, Kostya! Do you think you'll fit through?

- I don't know!

Hey, guys, drag her off, I'll check.

- Hang on.

- If the head fits, the rest will too!

- I know!

- Not yet, keep going!

Out with decrepit old laws

that Adam and Eve for us left.

Away with that dead old horse!

Left foot! Left! Left!

- Where should I put this?

- Not now.

- Where should I put this?!

- On the stage!

- None of this stuff.

- But this is Mayakovsky!

- I know that.

Mayakovsky is for older kids.

Besides, it doesn't suit the theme. Adam, Eve...

- So what?

- Just don't.

- Everyone learned the poem "My Camp?"

- We did.

- Good.

- Going to see our "pyramid?"

- I am.

- Get ready.

- What do you want?

- Cake is ready.

- Be right there.

- And one!

- And two!

- Three!

- Disperse.

- What do you think?

- Very expressive. That'll work.

- You may begin.

- Our camp is like our home.

- Hey, look, it's Marat.

- Speak clearer, kids.

- We're cheerful, happy...

- Stop, stop, stop...

- When you say "cheerful," try to look cheerful!

- When you say "happy," try to look...

- Happy?

- Now you've got it.

- Continue in the same spirit.

- Go take your place.

- Begin.

- Our camp is like our home.

We are cheerful, happy, and free to roam.

- Traitor!

- Turncoat!

You jumped into nettle with us!

- No talking on the stage!

- And according to the daily regime

In the morning we go to the gym.

- At the camp we're always well-fed.

Our meals we eat always with bread!

And who doesn't, we put to shame:

"You'll lose weight!" we loudly exclaim!

- Come on, get up!

- This pig is done for.

- Too much food.

- Here, let me!

- Don't you dare hit that animal! You hear me? Don't you dare!

- You should try to be gentle!

- What are you guys doing here?

- Come on, get lost! Get out!

- All right, all right!

- What do we do now?

- Wake her up, guys, or we're busted!

- I'm sick and tired of you pig!

- Stop! You'll kill her!

- Catch her!

- Look out, it's Valya!

- Sharafudinov! Go get the manager with the key!

- I can't.

- Why not?

- I sprained my ankle.

- Well, that's no good. Then you go, Venya!

- I won't do it.

- Why not?

- I just won't.

- He's got tonsils.

- Why do I have a feeling that something's going on?

- Valya... We need to have a chat.

- Tretyakov:
plus 120 grams.

Shiryayev:
plus 140 grams.

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