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 and once.
He understood that they should move to town.
The family thought it over.
And they built a house
in 1939 in the city of Yegorievsk.
There was a lavish housewarming party
and happy life ensued afterthat.
He fixed the job
for our mother.
And fixed the job for himself.
He became a city dweller
And rejoiced at his fate.
More years went by, the kids were growing.
And then the War.
And he was drafted and at home.
He left behind four girls, two sons and his wife.
Wet, hungry soldiers in the trenches
Expected their deaths
And then our dad was hit by a bullet.
Our mother wept a lot,
But the kids returned herto reasonable ways.
She did not put him in the grave,
But God will forgive her sin.
And once she had a thought
while sitting by the window.
What if they asked the draft commission?
About him. A miracle happened.
They had an answer.
The state decided it should find
The deathbed of the father
and inform.
The information was not easy to obtain
But suddenly we knew that it was
the Nevelsky district, the Milynki village
In a communal grave.
The life jumpstarted,
joyous days arrived.
At last the family received a chance
to see theirfather's grave.
Its women will surely weep,
its men will soberly drink
Forthe souls of soldiers who died
to bring to us this long-lasting peace
And it is high time to leave
and to finish this long ballad
Comrades, when will we board the truck
and arrive to ourfather's side?
And the day of departure comes
and the family waits for a car.
Let's drink, my fiends, before we start
the trip to the faraway place.
When the car arrives, it will be too late,
the road will take its toll.
I do not know what we'll see
when Kostya Kaurov stops at ourfather's grave.
Thank you dad,
We are not to blame
that you prematurely died.
Oh, if you could stand and see
All of you kids and grandsons.
Thanks, Dad, you saved the world
And perished at your best age.
But you remain with us in our dreams,
in your kids you remain with us.
That's all.
That's all of my ballad.
Thanks.
- Did you like it?
...Yes, very much.
Here you are, girls.
We are having a nice time.
What should we do further
with these Asians?
What really?
What should we do? Theirfamilies are huge.
They'll arrive in hordes like locusts.
- And they'll press us outa here.
- And this will be the smallest trouble.
What huge families they have.
All of them have big golden teeth.
Shit, and they stand for each other.
Yesterday these motherfuckers sat
on the