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Amidst the thunder
of horses' hooves,
the shouts of the
drovers and a cloud of dust
I flew into the small
town of Far-Khor.
Please forgive me
for visiting you so rarely,
and I'll tell you everything? Mother.
Well,
Soon I'll make anough money,
so I can study to be an actress.
Father says we haven't
enough money.
He started farming rabbits,
fat and fluffy.
Nasreddin is doing better.
He can already remember 33 words.
Nasreddin...
Nasreddin... mother...
I like this girl.
Her name is Mamlakat.
Soon something will
happen to her.
She'll become my mama.
The pills!
Fumigation!
Land, idiot!
Where did he go?
Sorry.
Evil!
Everywhere evil.
- No...
Feel sick.
- Calm down.
Calm down.
- Hurts.
Sorry.
It's a car.
I'm a car.
- No.
You are Nasreddin.
- No. I'm a car. Get in.
I'm a passenger.
Mamlakat, come to rehearsal!
- I can't. I'm looking after Nasreddin.
Mamlakat!
Nasreddin, Sube is calling us.
Let's help her.
Mamlakat, can you arrange these,
I've got more to make.
Salaam.
Here's your ice.
Put it in the kitchen.
- Do it yourself.
Lout!
Dumpling!
Evil.
Look, there is a fish in the ice.
Nasreddin,
this is ice.
Say: 'ice'.
Ice.
- Ice... ice...
That's a fish.
Fish...
- Fish alive.
Why do you bother explaining?
Do you think he understands?
Everything's alive to him.
You're a strange family-all mad.
And especially him.
And yesterday your father...
How many times have I told you?
Keep your hands to yourself.
Actors are coming today,
and just look at my lip!
Now what?
Close your eyes.
Open them.
Close them.
Open them.
Rudolf Pirumov!
Alive...
I would give everything.
All my money.
Even more.
What?
- Myself.
I would shut my eyes,
open my legs and...
Me too.
What?
- Shut my eyes.
Give it a rest!
What's wrong with Nasreddin?
- Nothing.
What's with him?
Get in.
Let's go sell rabbits in Kurgan.
All set?
Crazy.
It's the actors.
I must get back in time.
- What is my heart made of?
Of love for Nasreddin and Mamlakat/
But actors will be on stage...
Your love for actors is beyond me.
Powder, lipstick-yuck!
It's not for you!
It's not the powder or the lipstick,
they're performing Shakespeare.
- Shakespeare!
Adelaide!
Revolver!
Authorisation!
Why so many rabbits?
- I farm them.
You eat them all yourself?
- I sell them.
You have too many.
Normal amount.
We're not talking elephants.
A joker.
Don't.
Are you a moron?
- You're the moron!
Why be so rude?
Take her into the tank!
Do a full check!
Tell your jackals
to clear out.
Stay where you are!
You called Nasreddin a moron,
yet he was a...
soldier...
who saw active duty.
Blew up on a mine.
We were lucky they
managed to sew him back together.
Where the hell are we going?
- To sell rabbits.
To hell with your rabbits!
It's expensive to take
care of a moron,
you hear me?
Papa, stop it!
- I'm speaking their language.
Fuck their language.
Don't call Nasreddin a moron!
Get out!
Now take a walk.
If you want to find me,
I take these roads a lot.
And I live in Far-Khor.
What is the number on the lorry?
Well?
- I think it is 007.
Great! Turn right!
Attention, passengers,
emergency landing.
Keep giving gas!
I have an urgent delivery.
We're on tour.
We'll be late for performance.
- In Far-Khor.
I saw his lorry so
I knew he wasn't in.
Let's lie together, my love.
- Wait. - I'll take you to heaven.
Give me number twelve.
No, number twelve.
I'll be late for the play.
You and your play!
Salaam aleikum. How are you doing?
Salaam aleikum.
- Perfect for your girl.
Look at the fabric, the workmanship!
I won't charge much,
only 140 roubles.
No. We need
money for Nasreddin.
Try it on.
Here's something for you.
This is what's in now.
It'll look good on you.
How much?
- 140 roubles.
Circus!
Will you give my daughter
a lift to Far-Khor?
Of course, it's on our way.
How cam'st thou hither,
tell me, and wherefore?
The orchard walls are high...
- Stop

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