remember me?
- Mhhmm.
- What?
- It's ticklish.
- Don't move, wait here. Understand?
- Where've you been?
- Go away, you.
- What are you, mad?
- I've got a girl there.
- Keep lying.
- I swear to God.
- Show me.
- Later
- Just show me.
- Go away.
- And where are the horses?
- Eating grass.
- Find them.
- I'll go find them, but it's your turn.
- Go on, bring them.
- Let's get out of here.
- Where to?
- What does it matter, we'll work it out.
- It's beautiful.
- Look who's here.
- Doggie! Doggie, come to me.
- My darling.
- Get out of here!
- Why did you do that?
- Why...(mocking)
- Soldier, where are you going?
- Where, where...nowhere.
- It better stay away.
- Music.
- So what?
- Ey, where are you going?
- Maybe a walk?
- No, it's time for me to get back.
- Time? We haven't gone yet,
and it's already time? - No, I'm going.
- Want some gingerbread?
- Stop, who goes there?
- Friendlies.
- What do they call you, then?
- Tanya.
- And I'm Alexei.
- Well, there you go.
That's us introduced.
- Wait at the docks, I'll come tomorrow.
- It's beautiful.
- Let's kiss.
- Look, the sun.
- The hell with it.
- What's that?
- A bear.
- It's a cow.
- It's a bear.
- A cow!
- Have you ever known a bear
without paws? Of course not.
- I suppose not.
- No, it's worse with paws.
- Oh God, I'm drawing.
- Draw! Draw!
- Alesha...
- Draw! Idiot.
- Hello.
- What a rubbish brooch.
- It's broken, has it?
- Give it here, I'll glue it together.
- It's worse with paws.
- Is there tea?
- Yes, have a seat.
- Move over.
- Drink.
- What's with you?
- I'm in love.
- Sure.
- It's true.
- And who have you fallen in love with?
- Aleshka. The accordion player.
- Remember, from the produce section.
- Which one? The freckled one?
- So he's freckled.
Freckled, but mine. OK?
- Oh, Tanya. Marxism is what you need.
- Marxism, Marxism, Marxism
and again Marxism.
- Ignatich? Is it good that I'm in love?
- What's bad about it? Love is a fact,
and facts are materialistic.
- So what should I do then?
- Ignatich, have you ever been in love?
- I have.
- And how was it?
- It was good, what can I say.
- Good? There you go.
- And Fokich, ever been in love?
- Him too.
- Enough already, enough.
- Well friends, I'm looking alright, eh?
- That's true, you're one of a kind.
- What's with you?
- Ignatich. You're also freckled.
- Where'd you get that from.
- Freckled, freckled, take a look.
- As if...
- Freckled, freckled.
- Well, take care friends.
- See you!
- Listen Fokich, I am freckled...
there's something there.
- Here's what it is.
- You're worrying about your mug,
but that shouldn't upset you.
- How did you just speak to that girl?
- How? - "Love is a fact"
...what are you preparing her for?
- For life.
- Life?! In what sense?
- Life! The bourgeois are living,
we're struggling.
- And from a Comissar.
- Ignatich. Ignatich!
Listen, Ignatich. Get up.
- Get up, I'm telling you.
- They've whacked a tsar.
- Which tsar?
- Of all of Russia. Read, here.
- Yes...
- How the world has turned.
- Who could have thought it?
The tsar himself.
- Great, huh?
- Great.
- Here, grab that.
- Cheers.
- If it were up to me,
I'd shove them all into a pit.
- Generals, bankers, whores,
tsars, speculators.
- Stir, and do them in with
a machine gun, a machine gun.
- To cleanse the people,
like a bath-house.
- A very bloody option you favour.
- If not with blood, how?
Without it there's no revolution.
- If not, then not.
But it'd be good to have less.
- Of what?
- Bloodshed.
- Listen, Ignatich. That could lead you
to god knows where. Think about it.
- First, too much blood.
- Then you're worried about hurting
somebody's feelings.
- Before you know it we've squandered
the whole Revolution!
- But have you ever had to kill a man?
- I've blown up a whole train,
with generals inside.
- That's not the same.
- Have you killed a man, whilst
looking him in the