don't hang up,
or I'll come over.
I'm gonna make a bunch of flowers of you
and plant it outside, heads down!
Can you hear me?
What can I tell you. You are filthy bastards.
[Cursing in Russian.]
Get out of here, or I'll come out
and show you some "grief."
Show you some grief and suffering.
What the hell. He just does not get it.
I'm asking you one thing, is Nino home?
Let her come out. Tell her, "Grief" came by.
I have an axe in my hands. Ask it to come out,
it won't refuse.
- Should I set you on fire, or something?
- Just try!
That note you left on the door...
I took it to the police. They'll get you.
Fool! There's a poem there.
Poem and your fingerprints.
They'll send you back where you came from.
Indeed! Does not scare me!
Nina is not here. She left.
- Where?
- Somewhere up north.
Why didn't you say right away?
So hard to explain?
Because you piss me off!
She left because of the likes of you, with one of you.
Consider her to be in good hands.
So much for the feast!
Then let's check the crib.
Are there any more holidays or not?
Of course there are, Grief!
- My baby!
- I dreamed of you last night.
- And what was I doing in your dream?
- Embracing me.
Did you confuse with someone else?
I recall one night in the spring ...
- Glad you came out.
- I'm glad too.
The air was a little humid.
The train station was crowded with people.
Everywhere you look are suitcases.
People are anxious, everyone wants to leave.
And among all these anxious people
One man was sitting.
Look how many young people around here.
One elegant young person approached him
and asked:
"Why are you sad, bro?"
He answered: "I'm in grief. I don't know where to go"
Come on, Bernie, wrote a whole novel!
Then the elegant young man said...
Nothing.
They're calling to a Philharmonic while sitting on the toilet.
- Grief, let's perform our best number!
- Go, Lucy! Music!
Here's the minute that my sad soul was
waiting for.
Wait, Egor,
I'll calm down your soul
and I'll get calm myself.
I'll hold it close to my heart ...
The dove is tired.
Watch out or this dove will peck you.
What evil people they are, Egor!
With evil people we'll be evil, Lucy!
They found us. Get out, quick!
Relax! One by one.
For two weeks everyone is dead.
Don't look for me.
Well, we sang, we danced.
Grief, what's wrong?
Looks like it's time for me to take up gardening.
What gardening?
We have to go, what are sitting down for?
Going, going... When am I going to start coming?
Don't, you'll get caught!
Soon I'll see you all.
- Are you going with her?
- No. Run!
- Rest somewhere. Got money?
- Got enough. They gave me.
- I can add a little.
- OK.
We are surrounded.
She's done with.
This is our Sveta!
Sveta got caught.
Get off me.
Your Sveta is as useless as a pig --
no fur, only squealing.
I fear that the others might crack up.
I'm gonna shoot.
Wait, stupid! Crazy.
Maybe they won't crack? And you shoot them.
I know them well.
Listen, I'm gonna run and lead them away after me.
I have a document.
If they catch me I'll say I was afraid
and did not know what to do.
I'll say I was looking for a certain girl,
heard the whistles and fled instinctively.
Here I go.
Go, Egor.
- Here they come!
- Hold me, my legs!
Peekaboo!
How many of you...
Over here!
So far, so good.
What now?
I don't quite like these games.
I am not your honey cake --
here, there!
Hello, Dear Egor Nikolaevich!
This is Lyubov Baikalova writing to you.
Lyuba! Dear Lyuba!
I report that I received your long poetic letter.
In that letter you upset me a little bit,
saying you can not stand silence.
The evenings here are very quiet.
You can hear a leaf fall on the water.
At least, maybe my hair will grow faster
in that silence.
Don't take offense, dear Lyuba.
I know how quiet it can be.
I was born in a place like that too.
I picked off a field flower
And pinned it on to my snow white blouse...
Yes, it's good.
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