going far?
- The polygon.
Why?
To shoot a grenade-launcher.
- What, you in the army?
- No.
My psychiatrist's advice for the head.
Calms the nerves.
And helps against suicide.
Just shove in a few grenades
- and you want to live again.
Misha, I'm home!
Hello, my dear.
Mish, I'm tired of saying...
You don't have to wash the garbage can every day.
Son, you can't imagine how strong
the microbes are today.
Everything is ready.
It's your favourites
today.
Pea soup, croutons,
then cutlets
with potatoes in mushroom sauce.
- Fruit jelly.
- Steamed cutlets?
Don't torture me.
Hey, Misha...
- No, it's...
- What is it?
Some bloody rubbish.
I'm calling the ambulance.
- It can't go on anymore...
- Don't torture me, son.
You'll have to move, Mish.
I can't live with you. Or live like this.
I'm calling the ambulance. That's it.
Very good for you...
There's a limit to my patience...
a real limit!
You can't imagine...
Or understand...
- Please.
- I can't. I don't' want to.
Quiet now...
I can't eat your steamed meat
seven months in a row!
Son, believe the great ones.
Dear!
I asked you, I told you a thousand times.
You, Misha - listen to me!
Mishenka, please, for once, just a simple steak!
Son, steaming - is a great thing.
Is it so hard? You want a scandal?! Tell me.
- Okay! It's a scandal!
- Son, don't torture me.
Exhausted by hunger, he ate in secret,
thought he was stealing food.
But that was better
than begging from strangers.
Son,
can you imagine
how many maniacs there are out there?
I get this call. From Vitaly Ivanovich.
He says, lend me 700 dollars.
Can you imagine?!
Give me the fairy stories.
700 dollars.
Amazing!
I mean, he knows
my bills
are sorted by their numbers.
So I tell him it's just not polite,
I don't care about the money,
after all, they're not mine - they're Oleg's.
But you won't give back the notes I give you -
you'll give back totally different notes.
And what kind of order,
will there be after that?
Son, it's been a long time
since we've gone to your mum's grave.
It's horrible there.
Oaks, fences.
Birds shitting all over it.
And bums.
Misha, go sleep.
You can't even imagine the power of hell.
So, you weren't in Saratov,
on the 8th and the 25th?
I have never been in Saratov.
That's interesting!
What's this then?
- What are these things?
- A cup, a hammer.
Correct.
Why've you've gone so pale then?
I really have never been in Saratov.
What, never ever?
You never were at Mayakovsky Street 7, flat 68?
That night from 7 'til 9, with Vitya Rogozhin?
You didn't drill? Or knock?
And that whore,
didn't step out on the balcony?
And the truck didn't drive up?
And your coat didn't get caught on the nail?
When the neighbour yelled?
The hunchback neighbour.
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.