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.
We’ve got very little time.
Sorry, I’m mistaken.
If you’d had a mustache, you’d 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,
you’ll be very welcome.
Why don’t you better come to see us?
See you around.
I’m glad he’s 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 I’m through.
- Then I’m 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?
- That’s a duck!
They don’t drink vodka with duck.
We must drink...
I get you. Fedya, champagne!
- Here’s to you.
- Thanks.
Perhaps you wish to wash up a bit?
You heard what he said?
Time to wash up! Let’s go.
- And the duck?
- It won’t fly away. It’s 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 couldn’t care less,
We couldn’t care less,
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss.
We’ve got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo,
We’re 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 couldn’t care less,
We couldn’t care less,
Though owls and wolves
Make us real wuss.
We’ve got a job to do
At this hour of voodoo,
We’re mowing the grass,
A truly magic grass.
We couldn’t care less,
We couldn’t care less,
We firmly believe
In the saying of the past,
That bold’ll be the one
Who thrice this has done:
At the hour of voodoo
Mowed magic grass.
We couldn’t care less,
We couldn’t care less,
Bolder we’ll be
Than the lion, king of beast!
We’ll hold out once,
We won’t screw this chance,
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
We couldn’t care less,
We couldn’t care less,
Bolder we’ll be
Than the lion, king of beast!
We’ll hold out once,
We won’t screw this chance,
And no evil thing
Will ruffle us in the least!
Something has to be done.
We won’t 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.’
It’s odd,
and this is only an understatement.
All those elements of ‘la dolce vita’!
I wouldn’t be surprised to hear
that your husband’s secretly
seeing a mistress.
What?!
- Is this yours?
- Mine.
- And where did you get it?
- You know where.
That cruise, huh?
He’s been enrolled in a spy ring!
How could he do that?
He’s so naive.
His arm... They tortured him!
Why didn’t I think of it before?
Oh, my God!
We couldn’t care less...
What am I going to do?
And what happens to the children?
Such a disgrace!
There’s only one way out.
Just one way out...
Just one.
Enough!
Only aristocrats and degenerates
drink champagne in