time.
- Who gather grass for rabbits.
- Very good. And so, the most worthy ones will be allowed...
...to join the circle of champions wearing masquerade costumes.
- Is showing magic tricks a talent?
- A talent.
- Okay, I can show the "flying queen" card trick.
- Good stuff, good stuff. Only no cards.
Kids, everything goes: magic tricks, art installations, pantomime...
It's all good. Eat, eat.
- Mitrofanova!
So, are the rumours true?
- And Comrade Mitrofanov is coming as well!
- My daddy is coming, too!
- You eat, eat.
Don't you know the rule? No?
All right, children, let's remind him the rule.
All together now.
- When I'm at my plate
all talks can wait.
- Nap time!
- For them, but not for us.
- Come on, come on.
- Hey, guys. Let's put the meatballs in this magic box, just in case.
- Okay, quick.
"Comrade Dynin"
- Come quick.
- Hold it.
- Well, what have you got in there?
- Nothing, take a look.
- Some pioneers you are. Torturing a poor bird.
- Keep on pumping DDT, to destroy a bug or three!
- Enough with the jokes.
No masquerade until we sanitize all the costumes.
- Won't that spoil them?
- What's more important, clothes or the health of the children?
- Nothing will spoil them any more.
They've already been doused with formalin, scrubbed with pumice,
and dunked into chlorine.
- I heard at another camp they also fried them with soldering irons.
- These clothes got dragged around various camps for about six years now.
- They are well-travelled costumes.
- What's all this, now?
- The band got relieved from nap time.
Let them practise.
- All clear.
- Hurry up, guys.
Let's go.
- Playing on the go!
Virtuosos!
"Boys"
- Hurry.
- What are you guys doing here?
- Get lost, shoo! Go on!
- All right, all right!
- Come on.
- What are you reading?
- Chekhov.
- Why?
- He's funny.
- You laugh too much.
Go read the Counsellor's Magazine. Deal with your inexperience.
- And here's the Queen of the Fields! Maestro, music!
- Well, hello there Corn!
- Did you win a cake at the factory?
- Yes I did.
- And a cake from the post office?
- Yes I did.
- And you'll win a cake here, too.
- Indeed.
- We sure won't be giving a cake to some Puss-in-the-Boots.
- Comrade Dynin, these days the legumes are mentioned a lot.
- Maybe the bean pod will be better?
- Then they would have done so at the factory. Don't you worry.
- Same old costumes all year 'round. So tired of seeing them!
- Well, don't look at them, then!
- Seriously, why can't kids make their own costumes?
All you need is some construction paper and glue, that's all!
- And our pride? Are we so poor that we wrap kids in construction paper?
Let's better pick who should be our "queen of the fields!"
- That's easy: Mitrofanova. It's her uncle who's coming, after all.
- Quiet!
- The worst is that tomorrow is Parents' Day!
- Whatever, they all just come to swim in the sea.
- And his grandma?
- Look out!
- Back to beds, you lot!
- You're right. Kostya's grandma will be here tomorrow.
- Where's my grandson? Is he putting on weight?
- But he's not here. Can you imagine what happens next?
- Hey, guys! We need to cancel the Parents' Day!
- Do what?
- Cancel it!
- Yeah, like you can cancel it.
- We can claim that, since it's "Parents' Day," only parents are allowed.
- Right.
- No, seriously!
Right now it's grandpas, grandmas, uncles, aunts, and what have you!
Like they have no other place to go.
- Got it! I got it!
- What?
- An epidemic!
- What kind?
- Nettle!
- Pull.
- I've got the short one.
- Look out!
- I can hear someone breathing.
- Where?
- There's nobody there.
- I tell you, I can hear like an owl!
- Hey, Mitrofanova.
Such an important uncle, and you are making a Babylon of your hair!
You know what I'm saying?
- All right, Marat. Go on.
- Maybe it'll sting through the shirt?
- Off with it!
- And your pants, too.
- Oh, come on!
- What, you think epidemics leave tan lines? Rash all over, except