- Mine. Mine, mine!
- My shot!
- Mine! Mine, mine!
No, in general, it was me
who shot first.
Well, then I was reloading.
Do you have vodka?
Kouzmich, you've submitted
to its loss, aren't you?
All right, I see.
That's fate. It flew by plane...
So many times it was on the verge
of death, and here you are.
- And what shall we do with it?
- Bury.
Now we'll drag it out and bury.
How? Here's about 300 kilos.
322.
We'll cut it into pieces,
take the best, and bury the bones.
You...
As you wish.
- Well, get cutting.
- No, I don't know.
- You? - I don't. I'm a vegetarian,
and, it's always disgusting.
Aha, it's disgusting to him!
It's silly to throw away the meat.
Fastidious jacks.
We take only sirloin.
You only tell where's that sirloin?
What shall we begin with, Lyova?
First cut out horns.
Ah, of course.
I see you're kidding, hey? You think
that gives me the pleasure.
Simply somebody should begin it.
It's unwise to leave it here.
God almighty!
Oh, my God!
Lyova, it's alive.
I began it like this, with the knife.
And its side... like this, and leg.
These are reflexes. Go on cutting.
Reflexes.
Where are you going? Catch it!
You jump on your heels,
it'll pass away at once.
- Don't shoot! We'll take it alive!
- Stop, I tell you, stop, or I'll shoot!
I guess myself that
it's not a fracture.
There's nothing to be
fractured there. Pah!
Kouzmich is shooting. Decided
to finish off the livestock.
Well, what's there?
Ah, it's become quite wild, it doesn't let
itself to be caught. That's all right,
we'll take it afterwards.
- Oh, this pistol isn't mine.
- Have you had a good rest?
Mine has number 17-76, the year of signing
of the USA Declaration of Independence.
I remember it very well.
And this isn't mine.
And here's, comrade General, number 18-37.
The year of the death of Pushkin
Alexander Sergueyevich.
Those with hound dogs,
don't fall behind!
Don't fall behind!
It was a good hunting.
Normal. Quite normal.
The end
Lenfilm Studios, Roskomkino, 1995