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lost, louse.
lf ever again you let yourself
insult me or the Doctor...
...you'll be punished.
He understands, Philip
Philipovich, he understands.
Every day his brain becomes
more and more awake.
Professor, harik will develop into a
very intellectually advanced personality.
You think so?
Are you OK, Philip Philipovich?
We have created such mess
with this pituitary...
...that the flat has become
lvan Arnoldovich, dear...
...please move in with me for the time
being, otherwise l can't handle him.
Come on, comrades.
Professor Preobrazhensky's
marvellous experiment...
...has unveiled one of the mysteries
of the human brain.
The mysterious function of the pituitary
has now been clarified!
lt determines human appearance.
A new field has been opened up to science,
without the aid of any Faustian retorts
a homunculus has been created.
The surgeon's scalpel has brought
to life a new human being.
Prof. Preobrazhensky -
you are a creator!
Physically, he is a complete human
being, weight about 108 lbs.
Below medium height.
Eats human food, has started smoking.
Plays musical instruments.
Here you are.
Philip Philipovich, that's enough,
isn't it.
Eh, talk Moscow, speak Russia
Oh, my tasty apple
Here comes a girl with
the white skin.
With the white skin
in a precious fur-coat
Give us something and
you'll remain intact.
Oh my tasty apple
Come here, bourgeois,
l'll pluck your eye out.
l'll pluck one eye out
but the other will remain
For you, bastard, to see,
before whom to bow.
- Philip Philipovich, are you OK?
- Philip Philipovich! Professor!
What a misfortune.
Pulse. Pulse, check the pulse.
Ammonium chloride.
Open the windows, open the windows!
ls he still dancing?
He is."There's no doubt that it is
his illegitimate...
...(as they used to say in rotten
bourgeois society) son.
That's how the pseudo-learned members
of our bourgeoisie prefer to have fun.
Everyone can well occupy seven rooms
until the glittering sword of justice...
...flashes over him like a red ray.
Damn it all.
The moo-oon is shining...
shining bright...
The moon is shining...
l can't get rid of the damned tune!
Zina, tell him it's five o'clock.
Tell him to shut up. Yes.
And ask him to come here, please.
l believe l have already requested you
twice not to sleep on the high bunk in
the kitchen - particularly in the daytime.
The air is more agreeable
in the kitchen.
What on earth is that repulsive
object? l mean your tie.
What's repulsive about it?
lt's a smart tie.
Darya Petrovna gave it to me.
ln that case, Darya Petrovna has given you
an abomination, like those shoes of yours.
What sort of glittering
trash are they?
Am l worse than other people?
Just take a walk down the Kuznetzky Most
and you'll see everybody
wearing patent-leather shoes.
leeping in the kitchen must stop.
Understand? There are women there.
Huh - women. Fine ladies.
They're ordinary servants, but you'd
think they were... commissars.
lt's all that slut Zina - she's
always griping about me.
Don't you dare to call Zina
a slut! Understand?
Yeah, l understand.
Now then. Don't throw cigarette butts
on the floor, don't spit,
don't make a mess in the lavatory.
Do not ever talk to Zina any more.
he complains that you wait
for her in dark corners.
And who told the patient:
...'Devil alone knows'?
Where d'you think you are,
in some low dive?
You sure being too hard on me, Dad.
What?! Don't you dare call me Dad!
What impertinent familiarity? You will
address me by my name and patronymic!
Aw, why can't you lay off? Don't spit...
Don't smoke... Don't go there...
lt's just like the rules in a tram.
Why don't you let me live?
And about my calling you Dad.
You are wrong here.
l didn't ask you to perform
the operation, did l?
A fine business - you go and grab hold
of an animal, slice his head open,
...and now you're sick of him!
l didn't give permission

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