us.
...Yes, yes.
Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross
forgive us.
Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross
forgive us.
Oh, our Lord, oh, the Holy Cross
forgive us.
Eternal memory.
And the Holy Kingdom to you!
Is this Fedka?
He has not forgotten us!
Fedka is coming!
- Finally!
- Well, comrade...
At ease!
Oh, my dear!
Oh, my sweetie!
Oh, my sweetie!
Fekla! Come on!
Oh, come on, honey!
Ah! Fine!
Moonshine!
- Excuse me, anyway.
- Dear, never mind.
The funeral is so awkward.
But I do not have a single soldier.
And constant checks, checks all the way!
Russia! Mother!
I'm your son!
Oh! A present!
- My grandson!
- What's up?
- Who are you?
- Who am I? Ajerk in the hay!
Who has sent a telegram about
Grandma's death? Or is she alive?
Oh, God forbid! Pashka, is that you?
Pashka!
Fuckashka!
Pashka!
Oh, Lord, how robust
you have become with that food in Moscow!
Why should I refuse?
He sings so well!
Sing, Pasha!
Sing, Pasha!
- It's inappropriate.
- I say, sing.
Sing.
Fedor, but it is inappropriate.
You know, I will not leave you alone
Sing!
That's all.
Did I say that?
I passed the whole thing over intact and whole.
You'd rather visit
the graveyard, jackass.
I'm on my way.
Now what?
Mikola, will you see me off?
- When should I drive you back?
- Tomorrow.
To the Moscow train.
The Moscow one.
Ok, ladies,
do not miss me too much.
See me off!
See me off to the graveyard!
Go! Have you forgotten
where the graveyard is? It remains where it used to be.
He has gone nuts in his Moscow.
Mikola, take him to the graveyard,
he forgot where it is.
He used to be a dumbass, and still remains a dumbass.
Well, this is all the land
that a man needs!
That's all.
A man lives on and suddenly dies.
Mikola, do you remember
we played the Timur scout team in that hut?
You were small at that time.
And we stayed overthere for nights.
Moms were looking for us all overthe village,
and were afraid to go up there. Remember?
Do you visit the place?
No one is looking for me.
Not for me as well.
No one is looking for me.
What a good snack marinated cabbage is!
Looks well on the table
and cheap enough for all the quests.
Are your eggs rotten?
Smell yours!
You've gone nuts!
The hens lay eggs daily.
What a jerk!
Here you are!
- Hot chocolate to him!
- Pour a glass!
Pour, pour!
Pour!
What's up! Pour! That'll do!
Oh, fine!
Fine booze.
Let's remember Anna in our prayers.
She was a kind soul.
Rest in peace.
How she loved me!
Come on, come on. Hot potatoes!
Are you mad?
Who pinned up this asshole?
Which? What's wrong? What's up?
You presented this posterto us long ago.
- You made a present and we pinned it up.
- 10 years ago.
10 years ago I was
in his warm-up team.
What did you warm up for him, eh?
Well, I sang forfirst 10 minutes, and
then he played for an hour and a half.
A star!
And now...
He is my accompanying musician.
A great man! OK!
Let's drink forthe memories.
Yes, Mr. Ginsburg,
life is an iceberg.
Today you are on the top, and tomorrow...
How she loved me...
Anna hated quarrels.
I'll go and enjoy the Russian spacious skies.
Let's go, my friend,
you'll make me a company.
What a problem!
What a problem!
Onions make me dyspeptic,
and I still eat them.
Why so?
Because I love them.
And if I love them, I'll eat them
not giving a damn for heartburns.
The dialectics!
The unity and struggle of the opposites.
You will surely miss my point.
You know too little.
And you are a happy man.
You do not know that life is shit.
That there is no happiness in life.
That a man is born to suffer.
And you'd rather never learn it.
It makes life easier.
I'm 45 and nothing.
No Opera of Milano.
No Bolshoi theater.
And no Maly.
And Ginsburg sits and plays.
Well, in Russia all roads
are open forthe Gintsburg kin
And all shit is saved for me.
And tell me,
what is all this for? What for?
Why should I live? What for?
My life passes away uselessly.
I make a