nobody comes to city! That'll do! Now you are all go to lessons! You are the pupils of the 4th senior company, you have a lesson of literature. I wish. - Well, how do you find him? - What? Do you like him? No. And you? You know, guys, the revolution made all the people equal. But your teachers, so to say. Don't want to have equal rights with you. - They wake us in morning! - They make us wash ourselves! They make me do the same! - It seems to me we'll get on well! - But can you sing? Imagine that I can! And even not bad. If you can... sing now! - Should I sing? But what about the lesson? There is still time! It's never too late to learn! Well, what can I do, hooligans. Can somebody stand at the door? Goga, be a jigger guy! Everything is okay. Come on! You sing for 2 weeks! You must remember that you are A teacher of literature above all. Undoubtedly. That's why there are Russian classical literature And city folklore in my vocal repertory. Sit down. What did you say? City folklore. Don't marry students of industrial schools? They are fat like sausage? They are fat like sausage... What do you teach? I teach Great Russian literature, but I introduce a new method, Which deeply differs from yours, which is of old regime. Do you really beleive it's new? Absolutely! Yes. We won't get on well with you. Now you can... Don't leave us! Come back! - Pavel Ivanovich, come back! Farewell, friends, I couldn't do many things that I had conceived! Excursions to opera, and free reading of Russian literature, and... - Hurray, herculeses! - Hurray! Hooligans! Let's kick up a row, such as the world has never seen before! Victor Nikolaevich, let him sing instead of this outrage... It may be better if we take him back for a period of probation. - That's it! - Indeed! - Liberals! I dismissed him and I don't intend to change my mind! I propose to create the government of our hooligan State. And I propose as a chairman of Council of Ministers... With dictatorial authorities! With dictatorial authorities! I propose Kupets the Brilliant! Hurray! Hurray! We declare war to teachers! Henceforth we call them Chaldeans! Appoint me as a Minister of the row! The total mobilization! Hooligans! Let's make posters! - Propose him Minister of press! - Hurray! Go to classes! Friends! Hooligans! Hello, kiddies! It's strange that you... Don't be naughty! All right! Wonderful! The Chaldeans accept a challenge! The school is declared to be in a siege! Nobody will come out! The war will last till the final victory! - Beat the Chaldeans! - Hurray!! Oh God! How terrible! I'll show them what's what! No, no, not this! - But... - No! One, two, three! Sigh the capitulation! Goga! Bring the sulfur from the chemical safe! These are the mountebanks! Should I call for Police? No! On no account! We'll overcome them ourselves! - We burn! Meftahutdin, wait a little! The armistice! The armistice! Do you know, guys, that you make a row not because of Arikov! Because of him! Because of him? Who is your ringleader? We are not the rabble! We have a chairman of Council of Ministers! - Who? - He, Kupets! Kupets the Brilliant! - And are you all the Ministers? - Yes we are! Well, let's make the acquaintance. So, you make a row because of Pavel Ivanovich. And take out your hands from the pockets. - What did he teach you? Many things. Then, many things, you say. What exactly? - He knew well how to... - What? How to sing? Yeah! About sausage! Yes! You grew fond of that impostor for his sausage! You are smart guys with a great life experience. How you could do that? You like music. You scratched an indecent word upon the piano. - Our song! - A thievish song! Why it is thievish? At our place Lipovka a pickpocket stole some beer. Ha! It's Gaudeamus! - Right you are, Ionin, it's Gaudeamus! A longstanding student hymn. It's Latin language. - And ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Легион на английском - текст Экипаж на английском - текст Дерсу Узала на английском - текст Ночь кометы на английском - текст Посредник на английском |