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Give me the chalk!
Then, whose fault is that?!
What difference does it make?!
It doesn't matter!
It's all my fault.
Anton... Anton...
I'm here...
Wait me. I'll be back, be back.
I'll be back.
Anton, I can't see.
Let him go! Let him go!
I won't let you take him!
Do you hear me?
I won't let you take him!
Don't leave me, Anton!
Hold on! Hold on!
The glass!
Where are you taking him?
The glass!
The glass is falling!
What have you done, Anton?
I found the Chalk, Boris Ivanovich.
That house was demolitioned.
It was, but...
But one little wall survived.
Anton, run. Run now. Quickly.
This camera has a short exposure.
Thank you, Boris Ivanovich.
"NO"
Moscow, 1992
Well? You agree?
Well...
No. I'll try to deal with it on my own.
The human way.
"No". It isn't much good.
Forgive me, please.
Can I bum a cigarette?
You don't have any?
I don't smoke.
He doesn't remember.
Now what?
That's all. He became human.
He doesn't remember.
Yes he does!
Don't tell him!
Don't interfere!
There is no fate!
Miss!
It's FATE!
Excuse me, please.
Have we met before?
Maybe.
Really?
Timur BEKMAMBETOV's film
DAY WATCH
THE CHALK OF FATE
My word.
We are surrounded?
Look at them! Freakin Dandies!
It's a really good thing.
Eh!
Translated by
Stevvie
Translated by
Stepa
PopeOptimusPrime@gmail

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