happiness divine...
No soul...
...no feelings...
...nothing short of death.
That's it.
Loves her crazy.
To death.
That's all.
- Listen, Lopukhin...
I don't know whether you have talent...
But you seem to get it.
And that's no small feat.
- Let Lopukhin play Arbenin, then.
Since he seems to "get him."
- Why not, seriously?
Go for Arbenin, Bramble!
- Draw lots, then.
- What for?
Come on, Mitya. And I'll do Zvezdich.
Let's swap and no hurt feelings, eh?
- No.
Furikov's right.
Let the fates decide.
Draw lots.
- Well, what is it?
- Arbenin.
- Sleeping?
Excellent.
Breathing deeply?
Very good.
Well-well...
Sweet dreams.
"Insomnia"
"Middle of the Summer"
- So... Let's continue...
How does it go, then?
"2 A.M..."
"can't sleep..."
"I should sleep so my hand
doesn't shake tomorrow..."
"although... at six steps' distance,
it's hard to miss."
"and what if his fortune prevails?
If the stars betray me?"
"ah well, death is death.
Not a great loss for the world."
"tomorrow I may die..."
"and there will be no soul left who
can understand me completely."
"Sunrise, finally."
"I'm calm now. It is decided, then."
"A duel."
- Thirteen...
Fourteen...
Fifteen...
Sixteen...
Sevent...
"It is decided, then. A duel."
- Kids!
Today our entire camp is going to visit
our neighbours at the state farm.
You will be assigned to the cabbages.
Not very hard work, but requires
attention and precision.
Our entire harvest depends on you.
Valuable crops.
The best cabbage-picking troop will be
rewarded at dinner time.
Double helping of cherry punch
from concentrate!
Would you like that?
- Yeah!
- To the rest of you the usual fare.
Coffee with milk.
- I am not an expert in this matter...
but travelling with friends,
what can be better?
with a friend a worry is no worry
each new road's a chapter in the story.
"Cherry Punch"
- Hey, you, in the hat.
Are you from the camp?
- Yeah. And where are you from?
- From Timokhino.
- Locals?
- Yeah. Wanna roll some bubble later?
- Wha?
- I mean football.
By the air field, in the back.
- In the back?
- Yeah, in the back. What do you say?
- Hey, Loon!
- What?
- The locals suggest football.
- What about work?
- After work.
- All right, fine.
- Deal. What's your name?
- Furikov. And careful about the hat.
- Okay. I'm Vershkov.
Gonna rain.
- Hey, Vershkov, where's "in the back?"
- Doesn't matter.
We'll get to that later.
- He's pretty good on his feet.
- Who?
- Gleb.
- Just a bit full of it.
- So what?
- Sorry. Didn't know, maybe
you two are in a relationship.
- What kind of relationship?
- Don't know.
- Well, I don't know either.
- We lost.
- Well?
- Losers weepers. A kick-out?
- Who's going?
- The goalie and the captain.
Ten bubbles.
- Got it?
- Why so quiet?
Cheer up.
Bastard's got good aim.
- Barbarians.
- Don't worry.
We'll have our payback.
I have a little plan.
- Nice here. Quiet.
Water's nice.
Listen...
You're doing the paperwork, right?
- What paperwork?
- That cabbage. For the camp.
- Yeah.
- Can I ask you for a favour?
Leave the totals the way they are.
But split it equally among the troops.
So there are no hurt feelings.
And put the hillside in our name.
- What hillside?
- Remember? The entire field is flat,
except for the side of the hill.
That's the one we worked on.
- Okay. If you say you worked on it,
then I'll write that in.
- That's good.
- Well, isn't that nice...
...in never seems to rain on some people.
- What do you want, Bramble?
- Nothing.
- Furikov...
Could we have a "ta-da" please?
- A "ta-da?"
- Yeah, a "ta-da."
- With pleasure.
Ta-daaa!
- Please help yourselves.
- Listen.
I had a feeling that all troops did
more or less equally well?
- Yeah, all were pretty much the same.
The hillside was the deciding factor.
Plus a bit of quick thinking.
- Listen, Lunyov...
That hillside... we didn't do it.
- You don't say?
- I say. We didn't do it, that's all.
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