total recall of my past
and ask myself a question.
What did I live for?
What purpose was I born for?
May be it existed.
May be, my destination in life was very high.
Because I feel
immense strength in my soul.
But I've missed this destination.
I've been trapped by my passions,
Vain and empty passions.
I emerged from this melting pot
firm and cold as a piece of iron.
But I seem to have lost
foreverthe fervor of noble aspirations.
The best bloom of my life.
Since that time I played the role
of the axe of destiny many times.
I fell upon the heads
of the condemned ones.
I often did that without any anger.
I always did that without any remorse.
My love
Did not bring any happiness to anyone.
Because I made no sacrifices
forthe sake of the beloved ones.
I loved for myself.
For my own pleasure.
I simply satisfied
strange desires of my heart.
Devouring other people's feelings,
sufferings, joys and caresses.
And never getting fed up with that.
I resembled a hungry man
who took an exhausted nap.
Dreaming of delicious dishes
and sparkling wines.
Swallowing hungrily these
gifts of his imagination,
Feeling better and better
And waking up to nothing,
To the same hunger.
And despair.
May be
I'll die tomorrow.
And there will be not
a single person in the world
who could say they understood me.
Some people think me worse,
Some-betterthan I really am.
Some will say
"He was a nice fellow!"
Others will say
"What a bastard!"
Both statements will be false.
Afterthat, what's the use in living?
You keep dragging along
Because of curiosity
Expecting something new.
Funny!
Funny
And disgusting
She has everything at hand
And in time.
We've stayed awake all nigh. Kept waiting.
- Oh, what a headache!
- Fix, fix your hangover.
- How is the singer?
- I dunno, packing up,
May be, saying good-bye to his Grandma's photos.
- Oh, Fedor!
- Fine!
Dear, see him off to
the train doors.
- We'll see him off OK.
- See to it that he gets into the carriage.
- Otherwise he'll miss his train and will start hanging around.
- I'll take him to the trolley.
- And?
- And that's all. Because I have to go to the firing range.
- If I'm late, they'll have my scalp.
- Ask your boys to see him off.
- Well, they'll see to it.
- OK, that's fine.
Do not worry.
Where is this dude, eh?
Honk him.
At last, here he is.
Jackass, leave it alone!
Drop it. Leave it alone.
Just a souvenir, mom, just a souvenir.
Pasha, Pasha, come on.
They'll have my scalp at the firing range.
Do not forget us, come again!
Do not forget us.
Come visit your granny's grave.
Do not forget us.
We'll get lost without you. Just get lost.
Come on, dear.
OK, ladies, when I have time, I'll stop by.
Do not forget us, sweetie.
God bless you.
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
What's wrong?
I can not understand you
- Stop, then start
Halt!
Halt! Halt!
Here we are?!
Man, this is your destination.
This is your house.
Do not look at other houses.
Do not hang around.
Sign here.
That you actually got it.
Attaboy!
Now unload the truck quickly!
I have to get back before darkness.
How are you?
- What did he say, eh?
- He greeted us in his way.
What a posh robe he has!
- And a warm one.
- Very warm. It could be nice...
Some asshole came to my garden
and keeps walking around
Is he praying or singing songs?
My whole harvest will be fucked up
because of this jerk.
He is praying,
Praying to his own God.
He is not of our kin, it goes without a question,
Our people do not pray that way.
Yes, they are praying with bows
to the earth.
Amazing!
The earth is like a stone.
This is theirfaith.
Not ourfaith, but theirs.
A nice man, a robust one.
Fuck him, let him pray the way he want
beating the earth either with his head or his ass.
Anyway, it is not our way.
What are you doing here?
I'm sorry, ma'am, I thought the house was empty.
It is not empty. Get outa here!
Foreign asshole, and never come here again.
Let