i>woods of Muromsk,
a group of demons
sowing fear among travelers.
As souls howl, they howl damn her,
and also the nightingales...
Did you know that Tikhomirov is dead?
What a fear, that chills!
Whose that?
You always ask me who he is.
I must have forgotten.
You seem happy that he died.
Happy?
They made him resign,
they had suggested the pension.
Then something went wrong,
they gave him another assignment.
Just to spite me,
they made him responsible
for the water supply.
- Do you understand?
- Yes, you deal with sewers.
What are you saying?
The aqueducts were invented
by the ancient Romans.
We are in the 20th century and
our city still lacks water.
It's just a small town
of the province.
You really lack a sense of humour!
It's no joking matter.
When they removed Tikhomirov,
a guy came to me.
He said that to his house the water
suddenly disappeared
and he lives on the fourth floor.
I explained that the water problems
have not been resolved yet.
But before then he had water.
Tikhomirov lived
at the same landing
and when they removed him from his position
they stopped sending the water.
They pumped the water just for him.
It's terrible.
Perhaps I am really sorry
that he died,
Indeed, I feel even
a kind of respect for him.
Fortunately, he died a natural death
or you would have poisoned him.
- True?
- It's likely.
Don't turn the knife in the wound.
I understand you.
I also have that kind of head
Many are like Nicholas II,
They turn anxiety into anger.
They enter, they howl,
they eat the words...
But remain indifferent.
What a fear, that chills!
In the spellbound swamps
inhabit the "kikimore".
You do the tickling
and take you down to the bottom
If you go walking...
My other boss was the opposite.
Blood went to his head,
but he remained quiet,
talking about football, women...
Then it suddenly exploded.
I actually thought alot,
I thought it was not worth it
and I left.
Now I am a free man,
as much as possible.
Dangerous!
- What's your name son?
- Serghej.
Serghej, son!
I too had a son,
like you,
but the Germans killed him.
The saddest thing is that
this is all true,
the Germans have killed
his son and daughter.
- But life goes on.
- I've got to go see a house?
- Can I come?
- Sure.
I try to hurry,
but they are always behind schedule.
Here she is!
- We waited for you.
- I'm late, as always!
Come on.
Serghej Petrovich,
go up to the fourth floor.
Why the fourth?
You can see for yourself
the work we did.
We have put everything right
in the entire building.
- Put everything right.
- We shall see!
You should read the letters
of complaint we recieve!
Every day they come to me
and they ask me when they will have the water.
And every time I respond.
"In one year."
There is detatched paint?
This is unimportant,
whether the case ought to be
even the paint...
And who should do the case?
We can not wait
for something that happens
once a year or once a month,
they are human beings,
they live now!
...and we think
about a stupid faucet!
Why don't the gypsies
become geologists?
They live in the same tents
and sing the same songs.
- But this is a job.
- Yes, I had forgotten.
I don't try to paint you as a heroin.
Do not try to do anything.
You try to unmask me.
Want to prove something.
Perhaps that I am a slacker
Only you live in the right,
others do not.
For you, a person
turning like a spinning top,
until you are sick.
Long live the sense of duty!
Then you respect it only.
I turn as a top because I like it.
Certain! Only you are real,
others are made of paper.
Why do we always quarrel?
Lets go, we will stop fighting.
- You are like in my head.
- Yes?
And every time you think
It's not worth anything
and escapes into the woods.
More or less so.
I really felt that I had
to