Never mind. Nurse! - He wants a potty. - I'll give it to him. Thanks. That's beautiful music! Turn it up a little louder, will you please? Shut up your music! Turn it down! You hear me? Who was that shouting? I did, so what? - Zakharov, what's wrong? - Leave ma alone! He's gone berserk. He got bad news from home this morning. His girl just got married to a friend of his, bitch. He hasn't had a bite to eat. Try to see what you can do, nurse. Those broads are worse than fascists, aiming right in the heart. You must try to eat. It's the only way to get well. I don't want to get well! I just want to croak! Get the doctor. Calm down. Please, calm down. Because of a woman... What a dumbbell! Get the doctor! Get the doctor now! Quit that yelling! Cackling like a bunch of hens! Where will they take us now? There're plenty of hospitals in this wide world. Guys, the chief is coming! Bastards! Quiet down! You're a soldier in the Red Army! Want to desert it? You afraid that if we cure you, you might go back in the army? You're not being fair. He got a bad letter from home. I know. That's just an excuse. So what if his girl's left him? Good riddance! She's not worth a dime if she gave up a handsome soldier like this, a real hero, for a puny draft-dodger! Right. She's the one who's missed her happiness! And whatever she's got, she deserves it! What a petty soul! Can a woman like that understand the suffering you've gone through? Killing her would be too good for her kind. You stood the most difficult trial. You looked death in the face, went to meet it yourself. And she couldn't stand the small test of time. For women like that, no honorable man can have anything but contempt! For such creatures there is no pardon! Bandage him! Aunt Sima, bring him fresh porridge and some hot tea. Be good now. Veronica... What the hell kind of a mother are you? Keep an eye on your kid! And I'll be held responsible! Daydreaming, you fool! - Who are you? - Mamma's boy. - Where are you from? - From Voroshilovgrad. - How old are you? - Three months and three years. - What's your name? - Boris. - What? - Boris. - Why the fancy get-up? - A concert in the hospital. - A likely story! - All right, all right. - Is Mark here? - So far yes. I've been saving this for you. Thank you very much, Anna Mikhailovna. It's for a little boy we know. It's his birthday. I wish everyone were as kind- hearted as you are, Mark. The symptomatology of this type of compound injury depends primarily on changes in the nodal structure... - Interesting, but beyond me. - Why, it's really quite simple. They are not readily apparent to the clinical practitioner, but in most cases the etiology... - What is this? - What kind of a trick is that? What do you mean, trick? The poor child lost his parents. I want my mommy! You ought to have taken him to the Foundling Center. You go yourself to the Center! - Rude child! - I'm not, you're rude! Now, don't cry. We'll go find your mommy in Voroshilovgrad. Now, now, be quiet. - Poor baby, he wants his mommy. - Look, here comes a goat... Stop rattling. You're hurting my ears. Here, play with the cover. Don't you want it? Oh, my God. Here's a bagel roll for you. Keep him quiet! He's driving me crazy. If we had some toys for him to play with... Irina, take him for a minute. Hah, what next? Stop crying, will you? Let me take him. Come on, my little one, my little Boris... I'll undress you and put you to bed... Have anyone seen my squirrel? Yes, Mark took it. - Why? - He's giving it to some boy. My squirrel to a boy? - Where's Mark? - I don't know. - Where's Mark? - I don't know. You're hiding something from me. You know where he's, don't you? Where's he? He's probably gone to Antonina's party. - What Antonina? - Why don't you ask Mark? - Who's she, tell me! - Don't order me around. Mark visits her
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