me take this.
Get outa here!
- Enough!
- Foreign asshole!
Girls, are you cold?
- Should I set up the samovar?
- OK?
Why are you huddling up?
You are sitting like a wet hen.
My feet are aching. I've been wearing
warm boots since early summer.
Stop weaning!
Do you know what to do?
Boil this mixture and drink, everything will be OK.
Nothing will be OK.
It normalizes the blood pressure as well.
Where are you carrying this boiler?
Did you take it from my bath house?
I took it from the bath overthere.
Take it.
There are good logs overthere
and good stones. Take them.
Thanks.
Did you come here to live?
I'll see.
You should like our place,
the earth is good, fruitful here.
- Have you been starving up there?
- Do not ask.
Oh, you seem to have come to
our place for a long time.
- I'll have to look around.
- Look, look around.
- OK.
- And we'll look at you.
Oh, by the way! We are making the pilaf tonight.
I invite you to join us.
- Thanks.
- We'll have a meal, get to know each other.
What meal? We are not starving.
- We are full.
- Anyway, come.
- OK, we'll come.
What a huge boiler!
They are going to make a lot of porridge.
May be forthe whole week.
Anfiska!
Hey! Look!
How stupid we Russians are!
What dumbasses! They sold all
of their plants, mines, restaurants.
The foreigners are sitting
like masters in our restaurants.
And a Russian slave, a boor, washes theirfeet.
The foreigners laugh
at the Russian people.
The Russians got into the yoke
while having such a rich country.
What will you tell your kids?
What will you tell your grandsons?
Why have you
sold everything, bastards?
Oh, dear Brezhnev,
open your eyes for a second.
You'll be surprised
how poorly we live under capitalism.
They said we stagnated, but the people live in joy.
And now everybody is angry
and does not care about anything.
Precisely!
- How fed up I am with you clumsy verses.
- And I love them.
Girls, let's go to the pilaf party.
Have we been invited?
Yes, we have. But I will not go.
Girls, do not go to their place.
. I'd better bring
some fresh homemade jam.
- Come on, come on.
- I'll bring a lot of raspberry jam.
- An entire 3-liter can.
- The ass will get glued, anyway, come on.
She is off to free porridge.
- Sit down.
- How are you.
- How was the trip?
- Fine. Sit down.
- Let me take that.
- I'm not accustomed to such things.
Never mind, give it to me.
- How was the trip?
- Thanks, it was all right.
- Really all right? No adventures?
- No.
All right. And how do you feel now?
What? No, everything is OK.
You really haven't had any adventures
during the trip, have you?
- Take some tea.
- It is OK.
Well, thanks. Foryour kindness.
You are so kind.
How did you survive the war?
- OK.
- Was it OK?
- Did you father go to...
- Yes, he went to war.
- He went to war, didn't he? I s he alive?
- Yes. He is. Here he sits.
He is alive!
And ourfather is dead. He was killed.
He left us alone. It was very difficult.
Our mother raised six kids
alone. It was very difficult.
That's why I decided
We lived and I decided...
To write a poem
about my dad.
- Tell it to us.
- May be you will not like it.
- Did you write it yourselves?
- Yes, I did.
We'll surely like it. Please tell it to us.
- A poem of my own writing.
- Should I start?
- Please do us a favor.
The tales of the ancient times,
The deeds of the days of glory.
Excuse me, Pushkin, if your rhymes
fit so nicely in my story.
I don't attempt to write "Onegin".
I'm a novice in the field.
But still I'll try
and may be build.
A picture of the past in verses
I'll never print them anyway.
ljust expect your attention.
Forgive my awkward ways.
The village of Kryakhtinka
was the birthplace of a boy.
Like of many boys of the time.
The boy grew up. His name was Petya.
He came of age and fell in love.
He worked as a carpenter in the kolkhoz
and loved his job.
But the time was passing.
They had more kids