this to you?
You don't care about it, you don't
need it, I can see it.
You've changed.
I don't know why,
but it is so, it's obvious.
There have always been enough bastards,
in all time and among all peoples.
It's clear, he's a bastard.
I believe you.
You told him so, and what's
the use? Has anything changed?
Nothing.
If you respect yourself,
I think you shouldn't even
sink as low as
even speak to such men.
But what can you do?
What can I do, or Slavka?
You may accept
or not accept those people,
however, they exist
and you have to reckon with it.
Does he really thin kso
or just playing the fool?
The most important thing
is everyone's personal integrity.
Everyone is answerable
only for his own actions.
- There is such a theory.
- You live among people.
You and other people.
And you can't do anything about it.
You have to understand this
and stop torturing yourself.
To understand what?
To define a degree of relationships
and set yourself a limit.
Have you done it already?
- I'm in the process.
- Well, go on.
- I can't smoke here, can I?
- No.
All right, enough of that.
I'm glad we had it out at last.
No need to beat around the bush here,
everything in life is much simpler.
And let's call things
by their right names.
it had to happen some day.
We've grown up and we
look differently at many things.
- I'm not accusing you.
- Why not? Go ahead.
Well, obviously,
from your own position, you're right.
It's not the best position,
but there're even worse ones.
Well, thanks for that.
See you.
I got to run.
Of course, there's so much to do -
birthdays, holidays.
You're going to get it...
You're such a brave guy.
I was already thinking
I'd never see you again.
What happened?
They nearly killed me at the entrance.
I had to force my way in by parts.
The enthusiasm of the masses.
Picturesque in an old man's way,
Knots of wrinkles I will sustain,
I will don dozens of spots bald and
gray,
Only you forever young shall remain!
My decision's unchangeable, though,
To the time I'll announce my will -
No destruction will undergo
What I loved and am loving still!
And Pushkin drank his wine,
And laughed and cursed,
Was naughty, wrote verses,
And knew no distress.
He was doing fine...
Seryozha.
What?
What were you thinking about?
I was listening.
For their ultimate salvation
This order is forever to stand,
And the triumphant ignoramus
Has been convicted and condemned.
- You know what my greatest wish is?
- What?
Always to share
your mood.
When you feel good, I'll feel good.
When you feel bad, I'll feel bad, too.
I don't feel bad.
Be quiet, guys.
You can talk in a bar.
Later, we're disturbing people.
I had a strange
conversation with my friends.
And it's not just that conversation.
I've been noticing
that we no longer understand one
another, we're growing distant.
It troubles me.
You shouldn't get upset,
sometimes one has to change friends.
It's a natural process,
it happens to everyone.
One day
you turn around and see
that you're surrounded
by absolutely different people.
Yes, one day I'll turn around and
see someone else beside me, not you.
Or you'll turn around,
and instead of me, there is...
another friend, like that character
over there.
Why do you say this?
We'll talk but later about the dead
and death,
Which in the war is commonplace and
crude.
And yet, we desperately gasp for
breath
When our comrades die. Not a word...
Set tight the weather-bitten jaw.
The 350th day of war.
To make leaves quiver the dawn was
not yet trying,
Machine guns fired a rare warning shot...
This is the place. It's here he was
dying,
My comrade from the gunners' squad.
A doctor, o ra nurse there was no use
to call,
He wouldn't have made it till
the morning.
He didn't need anyone's help at all.
Just dying. And, realizing he was
going,
He looked at us and waited for
the end,
And forced a smile, an awkward smile
and lone.
His