full...
Seeing as you already had your
usual double helping...
...needed by your weak organism.
- No, Lunyov.
I like punch.
I only refuse to drink...
...stolen punch.
And you, drink up!
- Lopukhin, are you insane?
- What, you think I'm going
to hit you now, Lopukhin?
We'll start fighting...
...and then adults will break us up,
and that'll be the end of it?
No, Mitya, you're mistaken.
I'm not going to hit you right now.
But later... later I will hit you.
I'll hit you so hard, Lopukhin...
...that you'll remember it
for the rest of your pathetic life.
- Want an apple?
- Sure.
- Only I have just one. I'll split it.
Here.
- Thanks.
- Am I intruding?
- Intruding.
- Not at all.
You can even join us, Zagremukhina.
- How do I get there?
- Try through that shed.
- Okay.
- Strange creatures. Can't seem to be
able to use their heads for anything.
Jump in.
- Sorry, Zagremukhina,
but I only had one apple.
- It's okay, I had lots of punch.
Lebedev...
Can you give us a few minutes alone?
I need to tell Mitya something...
- I'll go, then?
- Go on, Lebedev.
- Work before play...
Ciao-ciao.
- I'm listening.
- What have you done, Mitya?
- What I felt was right.
- And what exactly is it?
- Telling bastards the truth
to their face.
- Is that all?
- That's all.
- You're lying, Lopukhin.
- What's especially sad is that
you're lying to yourself.
- That's what Lena asked me to tell you.
- You? Why you?
Why didn't she come in person
to ask whatever she wants to know?
Did cat get her tongue?
Did she suffer a stroke?
Did she die?
What is it?
- I don't know, Mitya...
"Let's begin our evening of
fun and games!"
"The first part is a concert."
"All performers will be awarded points!"
"A troop that gets the most points
will receive a surprise!"
- I wonder what's the surprise.
We already drank all the punch.
- Will you please stop?
"After the concert, it's time
for fun games and races outside!"
- Let's go there, Mitya.
Seriously, let's go.
If you don't show up, everyone will
really think that you are...
- That I what?
- I don't know.
Just please, let's go.
- And now...
Presenting a traditional
sailor dance "Yablochko..."
...please welcome pioneers
of the third troop...
...Erik Krupitsyn and Sasha Kamushkin!
Let's give them a hand!
"Fun and Games"
- Lopukhin!
Why are you sitting in that tree?
- Why, am I in anyone's way?
- Very well, Lopukhin...
This, too, we shall discuss with you
right after the concert.
Please begin.
- Mitya!
Listen... could you get down
from that tree?
- What, am I in your way, too?
- No, not in my way...
I just want a word with you.
- Right now?
- Right now.
- Okay.
- Shall we go?
- Let's go.
- Well, go on, tell me
what a bad boy I am.
You'll make it sound convincing.
You're good with words.
Pretty, long, clever words...
always a pleasure to hear...
- Why thank you...
- Not at all.
- By the way, how come you think
it was all Lunyov's doing?
Maybe the farmers got it wrong?
Didn't carry the one, or something?
- Hah, "got it wrong!"
I was there! In person!
- Where?
- Right there, when Lunyov did it.
He lied that we did the hillside.
Then whined to get it in our name.
- You say you were there?
- I was.
Stood right next to him and heard it all.
- Interesting.
- What is?
- How come you didn't say something then?
The whole truth. Right then.
- Right then?
- Yes.
- I don't know.
- I see.
There it didn't serve you a purpose.
Simple as that.
Your noble truth is now worthless.
- So, what should I do now?
Nothing.
Now, Mitya, go to bed and sleep.
- How could I sleep now?
- Somehow. The usual way.
Just sleep.
- Sergei, Sergei!
- What?
- Kseniya Lvovna needs to see you at
the dance platform. Says very important.
- What dance platform? Why?
- I don't know.
- All right, on my way.
- Hello.
- Sergei! How very good
that you came by.
- Something happened?
- No, I just need to ask your opinion.
You know...