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shave off
your mustache, dumbbell?
Whose mustache?
- To whom have I the honor?
- I went to school with this dumbbell.
Why did Volodya shave his mustache?
Senya, hurry up and tell the comrade
why Volodya shaved his mustache.
Weve got very little time.
Sorry, Im mistaken.
If youd had a mustache, youd be
the double of Volodya Trynkin.
- At what time does your plane leave?
- Yes, the plane...
If you get a chance to go to Siberia...
If you get a chance to go to Siberia,
youll be very welcome.
Why dont you better come to see us?
See you around.
Im glad hes not the smuggler.
He looks like a likable guy.
Why did I drink all that stuff?
Senya, are you in the right condition?
- What condition?
- The right one?
No!
- In that case, one more drink...
- No!
You must!
Senya, do you respect me?
I do, but Im through.
- Then Im going to bite you.
- Go ahead.
Guesha, people are staring.
- Will you drink with the duck?
- Why not?
- Fedya, the duck!
- The duck!
- Is that a duck?
- Thats a duck!
They dont drink vodka with duck.
We must drink...
I get you. Fedya, champagne!
- Heres to you.
- Thanks.
Perhaps you wish to wash up a bit?
You heard what he said?
Time to wash up! Lets go.
- And the duck?
- It wont fly away. Its cooked.
Behave yourself... Hurry up!
Straight north of the place,
about a hundred yard walk.
Now what?
Senya!
Song about the hares!
In the heart of the woods
Where leaves twirl in flight,
Where age-old oaks
Loom like wizardly gods,
Hares mowed the grass
In a grove at midnight,
And they sang a strange song
With the following words:
We couldnt care less,
We couldnt care less,
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss.
Weve got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo,
Were mowing the grass,
A truly magic grass.
And the wizardly oaks
Whisper something in darkness.
By the stench-soaked bogs,
Shadows loom in the rain.
Hares mow their grass,
Feeling lost, feeling luckless,
And out of fright
Hasten their refrain:
We couldnt care less,
We couldnt care less,
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss.
Weve got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo,
Were mowing the grass,
A truly magic grass.
We couldnt care less,
We couldnt care less,
We firmly believe
In the saying of the past,
That boldll be the one
Who thrice this has done:
At the hour of voodoo
Mowed magic grass.
We couldnt care less,
We couldnt care less,
Bolder well be
Than the lion, king of beast!
Well hold out once,
We wont screw this chance,
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
We couldnt care less,
We couldnt care less,
Bolder well be
Than the lion, king of beast!
Well hold out once,
We wont screw this chance,
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
Something has to be done.
We wont put up with drunkenness!
But you know very well,
Varvara Sergeyevna, that...
I know a lot more than you do,
my dear. Where did he get the money?
He was invited by a friend
who had gotten a bonus.
According to police records,
just for one bay window he broke
he paid ninety seven rubles
and eighteen kopecks.
Where did he get that kind of money?
Your husband has changed
since that cruise.
The corruptive Western influence.
Those idiotic toys.
And the thing he said about dogs.
The best friend of man.
Its odd,
and this is only an understatement.
All those elements of la dolce vita!
I wouldnt be surprised to hear
that your husbands secretly
seeing a mistress.
What?!
- Is this yours?
- Mine.
- And where did you get it?
- You know where.
That cruise, huh?
Hes been enrolled in a spy ring!
How could he do that?
Hes so naive.
His arm... They tortured him!
Why didnt I think of it before?
Oh, my God!
We couldnt care less...
What am I going to do?
And what happens to the children?
Such a disgrace!
Theres only one way out.
Just one way out...
Just one.
Enough!
Only aristocrats and degenerates
drink champagne in

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