not a man, because he's just beaten a girl. And I'm going to remind him what a real man is. A real man is the one who loves only two women. Yes, only two. What's so funny? His mother and the mother of his children. A real man is the one who loves the country he was born in. A real man is the one who would give his last ration to his friend even if he himself was to die of starvation A real man is the one who loves all people and respects all people, and hates the enemies of those people. And you must learn to love and learn to hate. Those are the most important things in life. And I'm your new principal, Nikolai Grigoryevich Romakhin. Those are worthy principles. One should live not by directives, but by ideas. And what is our main idea? Our main idea is bringing up the citizens of the new socialist society. So we're going to dump all kinds of directives. We'll do like this. On the 1st floor - 1st and 6th grades. On the 2nd - 2nd, 7th and 8th grades. On the 3rd - 3rd and 9th grades. On the 4th - 4th, 5th and 10th grades. This way, they will all mingle and there'll be friendship. Where are our worst troublemakers? ln the 4th and 5th grades. They'll be under the eye of the elders and the elders will watch them. And no pupils on duty. Let them run over all floors. A child is an elementally free creature. Why needlessly put him behind bars? This is firstly. And secondly, we have girls growing up here. And there's only one mirror in the school, in the principal's office. New mirrors must be installed in all girls' toilets tomorrow. - Are we going to grow tarts? - Not tarts. Women. Though I think you don't know what I mean. Pashka, what's wrong with the music? One can't trust you with anything. Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck, I swear I've never seen one like it. Let's go, the two of us, and bark Up the moon when nature's silent. Come, Jim, give me your paw for luck. Stop licking me, pet, and please do At least heed this advice I'm giving. Of life you haven't got a clue, You don't realize life is worth living. More, please. Dear Jim, l know a great variety Of visitors of all sorts call, But have you seen her here, the saddest And the least talkative of all? I'm sure she'll come, and in my absence Please catch her eye. Go kiss her hand for me, For all my real and fancied errors asking Forgiveness of her in humility. What a beautiful poem! So good! - Vika, whose poem is that? - That's Yesenin! Why... but... Yesenin is a decadent poet. He sings of taverns, melancholy and depression. I don't care if he's decadent. But his poems are just wonderful. Let's go, Artyom. Iskra, you... have you never read Yesenin? Artyom, this is your birthday present from us. One, two. The boy was knocked off in Irkutsk, He was just seventeen... I want to give you this book. I never give it to anyone, but I want you to read it. Only take your time reading, all right? Thanks, Vika. He was just smiling all the time, Pretending he not understand. They brought to him his own mother, They brought her once, five times in train. He said: we've never seen each other, And smiled all over again. Don't push. Polyakova, stay for a while. Sit down. Ostapchuk, close the door. Don't you want to tell me something? No, nothing. Too bad. I'm addressing you not only as deputy secretary of the Komsomol Committee, not only as a high-principled person with a sense of purpose. But also because I know your mother, Iskra, a fine Part worker. You may ask: why this introduction? Because now the enemies use every opportunity to demoralize our young people, to tear them away from the Part, to drive a wedge between fathers and children. That's why it's your sacred duty to tell me. I have nothing to tell you. - Really? - Yes. Aren't you aware that Yesenin is a decadent poet? Didn't it occur to you that you were gathered on the pretext ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Полкан и Шавка на английском - текст Левиафан на английском - текст Война на английском - текст Идеальное убийство на английском - текст Близнецы на английском |