your thoughts."
"His appearance always left
a negative first impression."
"But later, your eye learned to see
beyond his uneven outer shell..."
"...and grew fond of the experienced
and high-minded soul beneath it."
"Women usually fell in love with such
people to the point of going mad."
"They are, after all, very adept at
recognizing someone's inner beauty."
- Verner was lame.
- I've given you my number...
...don't tell me you have lost it.
And will you please stop laughing...
...at my stu-pi-di-ty...
I've given you my number....
- Lebedev!
- Where did you get the bike?
- Somewhere.
- Where did you go?
- Somewhere else.
And what are you doing here?
- Waiting for you.
Come over here.
- All right.
What?
- Tell me, Lebedev, are you lonely?
- Wha?
- I'm asking you. Are you lonely?
- Dunno. I guess so.
- Why?
- I guess because physically
I'm not very strong.
That's one thing.
Another... I think I have a poor
sense of self-esteem.
I think that's why people aren't
very interesred in being friends.
- I'll be your friend, Lebedev.
- Great, thank you!
- Can you get some plaster?
- Plaster?
Don't know, but probably, yeah.
- What about an overshoe?
- I'll have to look.
- We'll need some plaster and an
overshoe tomorrow at dawn. Got it?
- Got it.
- What was that you just ate?
- Calcium.
- Hey, and no word to anyone.
- Silent as a grave.
- Did you bandage your leg?
- I did.
- Don't overcook it, hey?
- I won't.
I think it's ready. Lie down.
- Lying down.
- Ouch, it's hot.
- Can we pour it over the pant leg?
- You want to spend the rest of
your life in those pants?
So...
...carefully...
...there!
"The Misanthrope"
"July"
There.
Good.
Calcium?
I understand.
Listen, why are you doing all this?
- All what?
- The plaster, leg, calcium...
- How is it going there?
- I think I'm done. Looks good!
- Then tie on the overshoe.
- Overshoe it is, then.
Hop!
All done, and you worried.
Get up.
- Well?
- Let's see...
Spiffy.
- Listen, Lebedev. In your opinion...
Who do I look like right now?
- No idea.
- Do you think I look like an
"autumn's wounded game?"
- What's a "wounded game?"
- A wounded game is a kind
of bird, Lebedev...
...that was shot at,
but not completely killed.
- I'd say so.
- We should put out that fire.
- We should
- Shall we, then?
- I don't need to go, though.
- But we should.
- If we should, then we should.
- Well, well, well...
An hour and a half late.
We're all going crazy with worry,
and they are nowhere to be found.
Are they lost? Dead? Drowned?
Why are you making faces at me, Lebedev?
- I'm not making faces, Kseniya Lvovna.
- Then what are you doing?
- Please, take a look.
- Goodness me, what's that?
- A leg.
- What's wrong with it?
- Osteomyelitic sendritis.
- A what?
- Gindner's osteomyelitic sendritis.
- Who's this Gindner?
- Gindner? He's a paediatrician.
Mind if we sit down?
- Of course, please sit down, boys.
Mitya, is Lebedev being serious?
- Hah.
- He is.
- His mother had told me before we left
and asked me to keep an eye on him.
- Eat, boys, eat.
- It's not dangerous, is it?
- Hard to tell. It's in late stages.
- No, Lebedev is just joking.
It's not dangerous at all.
- You eat, Lebedev, eat.
- Should we show ourselves to these two?
- That we will.
- Let's do it, then.
- Let's.
- What's with him?
- No clue. Hey, Bramble!
- What?
- What's with the leg?
- The leg?
- Nothing major.
Sprained my knee sack a while ago.
Acts up sometimes before a storm.
- He was chasing some bastard here,
about a year ago, and sprained his leg.
- Which bastard?
- Doesn't matter which bastard. Chased
unsuccessfully, that's what matters.
- Right?
- Fishing, I see.
- Fishing.
- Mind if we watch?
- We don't.
- Greetings.
- What's up.
- Pleasure to see you. How's life?
- Fine, thanks.
- What are you fishing?
- Pike, with mosquito grubs.
- Pike, in here? Even tadpoles have
all died of boredom in