And someone stabbed her in the belly with a pitchfork.
She must have eaten someone else's hay.
Came back home
with her bowels dragging after her.
What are you looking at?
Egor, darling...
Don't, Luba, these are only words.
Words are not important.
Did you just make it all up?
No, I did not.
But you should not listen to people so much.
Or listen, but don't take it to heart.
You're too trusting.
Did nobody ever lie to you?
No. Who would lie to me?
There's our chairman walking.
He was visiting our house.
Why did you get so excited?
He's a good man, looks after things well.
Now they'll start convincing me to do work.
Go ahead.
I can lift the bulls' tails,
since I am so suave myself.
Where are you from?
I'm local, from the same district,
a village called Listvyanka.
There is no such village. I know my area.
Funny, where would it be?
There was a village Listvyanka, I remember well.
- It must have burnt down.
- Probably.
Too bad, it was a good village.
Lilia Victorovna, I found you a driver.
He's from our area, Ivan Taratorkin,
from the village Listvyanka.
Egor Prokudin, thief and repeated offender.
Latest nickname: Grief.
Lady Hamilton, from the district prosecutor's office.
Bravo!
Are you going directly to the meeting?
I'll find my way.
Okay, I'll just go change
and then stop by the apiary.
The car is all yours.
Go work. But watch out.
Were you not surprised
that I talked to you like this?
Like what?
Stupid, offhand.
I didn't mind it.
So why did you talk this way?
Your chairman started to pick on my
background.
I can't stand it. What's the point?
Take you, you're from the prosecution,
I am a son of a prosecutor.
And what? Am I supposed to shout about it
on every corner?
Does it make us intelligent people?
Am I right?
Yes, especially when wearing suede boots.
What about suede boots?
Intelligent people in suede boots usually
hold their tongue.
Really?
Yes. Otherwise they're ordinary boors.
I got it. I shut up.
By the way, you could invite me
for a cup of tea with honey.
You'll get by.
Why did you bring me the police detective?
What?
Who did you bring?
Is she really a police detective?
Who would have thought!
After you, madam.
Allow me to present to you,
as a worker of criminal law... from the criminal type.
Stop grimacing. You're disgusting to look at.
For your information,
I really am a repeat offender and a thief.
Wonderful!
Come more often, I'll treat you to some tea.
Are you also in suede?
Come on, wave to auntie.
I will execute the mosquito.
And so his head rolled out into the street,
beyond, beyond, beyond the new gates.
Many things have changed,
since the day the Russian peasant
together with the common worker overthrew
the power of the Tsar.
The lives of people have changed,
their songs have changed too.
People began to compose new songs.
Listen to the song of Aedonitski called "Russian Lands."
- Brought them?
- Yes.
Now wait.
Take a look, it's our team.
Afterwards there will be a meeting till ...
- Can you drive?
- Yes, why?
Then drive yourself. I can't do it anymore.
- What, are you sick?
- I can't drive anymore.
I understand that I'm irresponsible, backwards and
even a damned convict.
But there's nothing I can do with myself.
I can't get rid of the feeling that I'm always smiling
and looking you in the eyes.
I'd rather drive a truck or a tractor.
No offense, you're a good man,
I'm just lacking something.
- Is it a concert?
- A competition.
How much are you lacking?
About forty percent.
Why are you alone?
Did you go to Sosnovka?
Yes, Your Honor.
Been to Sosnovka, brought the foreman.
No need to raise the hand to an empty head.
Honey, what are trying to show?
You'll become a prosecutor in good time.
You'll go on a vacation to the seaside,
meet a handsome young lawyer.
And up the white stairs
you two will go straight up to heaven ...
Do the shoes feel a bit too tight?
No, but I have