wife couldn't conceive for a long time. I'll tell you everything, just take my kids off the stove! You silly woman! You'll kill your own kids! - Is everybody alive? - Yes. - Shall I kill her? - Don't shoot! Tamara, drop the gun. Everything is all right. We've discussed everything and they're leaving now. My brother sent me to you to make sure we get our land back. Damn it! I got wounded too. And I hitchhiked all the way here. It's always like this with me and my brother, it must be our fate. As kids everyone jumped into the quarry and just the two of us broke our legs. I hitchhiked to get here. Didn't think I'd catch up with you. Philip Ilyich, be sure to keep your promise about the land. My brother and me shed our blood for it. I draw a land plan here for you. We have 85 hectares. I've also added a little ravine but it's only a tiny spot of land. We could also send our elder son on our behalf. You better not, he may get killed accidentally. Don't forget that plan! With the ravine! I feel terrible. I must be dying. Have some courage! You are not Denikin to get from the steppe right into London. You must persevere. You'll be all right - I just broke two of your ribs with the tongs. You'll heal like a dog, in no time. It's your own fault anyway. He must be insane. I could cut his head off slowly, but then he won't talk ever at all. What'll we do? Maybe we should boil him, slowly and tenderly? I saw a cistern in the closet. So you aren't afraid of dying, old man? Undress and untie him. What's on your mind? I wanna show the infernal world to comrade Simavin. Life after death. It's cold down there. - Take the knife, Kolya. - No need. I'll gnaw on him with my own teeth, tenderly. We'll just sit with him in the darkness for a while. Just don't interrupt us. So, Panya, how's life? Life is nice, Vasily Ivanovich, really. Never mind, we're not old at all yet. We'll yet live to party at your wedding. Give me a drink! I'm dead cold! It's cold down there like in a grave. So, the apparatchik confessed and then died from fear. Well, we ought to have boiled him down instead. You didn't really have to do it this way... I had to make sure he wasn't lying! I hate them apparatchiks. Even the dead ones. - Vasily, are you alright? - Not sure, I think he's dead. Go ahead, I'll catch up with you at the station. Help! Somebody! Open up! Help! Help! They'll kill me! Open the door, you bastards! You must be Simavin's son. It was me who killed your father. - How is he? - He's dying. Here, Vasily Ivanovich, this is the man who killed you. Amuse yourself before you die. You grew up to be a good man. Let me kiss you farewell. So, farewell everybody. - May you rest in peace. - Farewell. Farewell, my friend, farewell. You lived an honest life and you took an honest death. He didn't like it when it's cold... Your coat... It's swelling with blood. It's all right. It's like an Egyptian pyramid. Can it be that very place? It's here all right. Simavin told me the truth. I guess our land is covered with gold but it's not for us. The farther from home, the more expensive it gets. We won't get that certificate. We can't shoot everyone inside. There must be thousands of them. We can't take the guns. The guards will search us. I'm sure of that. Let Philip Ilyich hide a knife in his sleeve, they won't suspect him. And I'll bring a razor in my mouth. Let's have some sleep. My jacket is all wrong. We're just humble people, we acknowledge your power and superiority. Take what is yours. If needed, we can collect more and bring it to you. You'll always have bread and meat and everything you might want. Why should you need our land? We plough it and grow our bread, the way we've done for a thousand years. We know nothing else. What can be so funny about that? You are so funny. You're nice, simple folks, really. But
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