And you didn't sing with Victor in the garage?
In the garage, by the bridge.
So, now d'you remember?
You want to read the hunchback's testimony?
No?
Tryin' to be like sap, musician?
Now you're talkin'
- 'never, never'!
Round piglets.
Danger! High voltage.
I thought you were in America, Marina.
In the train I dreamt I was late. And I am.
All the same now...
Zoya Kravchenko.
Oh, how will we get along without you...
The bitter minute has come
Mother dear forgive,
For we shall never see you
Ever, in this life's road.
These working hands are worn
Forever folded now they are
And dear, you shall never
Return to us.
Days you went hungry
Nights you did not sleep
Your last piece of bread
You shared half with us.
Okay, gals, to the hut. Cold.
Cold.
Manya, take the chairs in.
And I'm late, stupid!
What - was she killed? Someone killed her?
No, she died.
- What from?
- She choked.
How?
On the chewing.
What chewing?
The chewed bread, chewies.
Why chewies?
- The whole village makes dolls.
- I know.
The doll faces are made out of bread chewies.
The oldies chew'd it, then Zoya shaped them.
But, then, she came to have a drink.
The old crones chew'n crumbs.
Zoya says, hey how about I give you a hand?
So she began to chew and choked.
Fuck'n shit...
She molded dolls for us,
but you screwed it up! Scum!
No!
Zoya asked to chew herself.
Who'll make the doll faces now?
- What's he doing?
- Leave it!
Enough, Marat.
- You ruined her!
- Ruined...
- Now you're all here!
- Sure, for the wake.
Let's drink, since we're here.
Sure, we'll drink.
We'll mourn her.
Her eternal memory.
- Marat, here
- have a pancake... - Me?
Who'll shape the dolls for us now? Zoya's gone.
Zoya did it all.
We got so many arms, legs, and what? And nothing!
Scum, come here.
Enough of that, love all the same...
Marat sewed a dick on, instead of a nose.
Where'd I sew a dick instead of a nose?
Show me the dick?!
Here're balls! Where's the dick?
Shut up! I'd never sew anything like it! Never!
Give it back!
Never!
Fuckin' whores.
Fuck it.
That's what you...
Oh, fuck...
How can the locals drink this stuff, moonshine?
Why's vodka better? You should've eaten.
A Russian girl should be able
to drink a liter easily.
Please, not a word about that. Filthy.
Let's take a walk.
Zoya!
You wrecked her!
Here, we found this for you.
So puffy.
And the pubes so soft.
Just asking for it... here look!
It's fuckin' just right, dammit, look.
Come on then,
Vanyusha's here.
I'll save the dolls!
I'll save it for Zoya.
Those metal scum.
Metal scum.
That's it...
Light,
and warm still...
That's it. The metal scum.
Metal scum.
Everythin'll be okay Zoya.
Sleep,
let's rest.
All okay.
My dearies.
All's going to be great.
Everything'll be great.
See now, Zoya dear.
This's how we live.
Learn it, for the best.
And to come, too, it'll be okay.
Marinka, so you're the hip one!
What?
You know, all so cool. Like all in chocolate.
Whadya you mean, chocolate? See, Zoya died.
It's strange. I can't believe it somehow.
What don't you believe, loony?
You saw her in the coffin?
Yeah, I did... But still... it's a fucker.
We were at the market, both of us.
I sold crystal, her - dolls.
It was fun together.
Then we made fry-ups on the beach.
And got smashed and swam. Zoya, Zoichka...
Marinka, you never forgave her?
When'd you last see her?
Back then.
That was... back then? In the village?
Yes.
O, girlies. I'm feelin' shitty?
You don't fuck enough.
What, she didn't have her own photograph?
She did, the one on the grave.
Didn't like to be photographed alone.
Always with someone.
Now, sisters, to Zoya's memory.
I had a shitty dream last night.
Like I was still in my grandma's
apartment in Simferopol.
I'm in the kitchen, boiling dumplings.
Suddenly Zoya comes in,
and hands me a jar with earth.
I said: Zoya, I asked for cream.
She says: Come on, try it, stupid,
it's real fresh, I got it, and no