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 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