working day and night.
Then my father feels real need to use the rest-room, he's restraining
himself and there's a thought in his mind: does such genius as Stalin really poo?
Can you imagine?
No.
That's what went on in all their heads.
But there Alexandra was wrong. Historically everything was,
of course, more complicated than she pictured it.
Comrade Stalin!
How do you do, comrade Stalin!
How do you do! Come in!
I beg to excuse my insistence but all digestive system procedures
must be carried out in precision of minutes.
What's there? Storm?
Storm it is, comrade Stalin.
Stifling.
Dryness in mouth.
We'll sort that out, Iosif Vissarionovich.
And we'll sort out dryness in mouth...
In reality governor had serious problems with stomach.
I ask you!
It's time.
Hell knows what.
Your business is ridiculous.
Calm down, comrade Stalin.
There's no reason to worry.
I'm sure today everything will be just fine.
Let's take a look at what have we got there.
What does that mean?
I...don't...understand myself,
comrade Stalin.
Oh, doctors, doctors...
Terrible constipations followed one after another...
Comrade Postruksho,
give me account on events in the world during last twelve hours.
Well, interesting...
Human general anathomy.
It comes from father kitchen, but they don't bake it themselves, rather i am the oven.
So, what have we got there? Here's is what we won't tell anybody.
Here's intestines, stomach, liver, kidneys, lungs, heart, ribs and muscles.
So, ??? muscle - [name in latin].
Let me have a look at you.
I must say your Tolik is really some character.
He's psycho, goes to institution once in a year. He has invalidity.
In the institution he is even called so "Tolik with a tool".
To tell the truth, secretly he says he's normal and fools everybody,
and he's somehow bought his invalidity.
But i don't think so: he hasn't got the means.
Probably he's real psycho.
[latin names]
No, i can't do this. Nothing stays in my head. Some crazy day today.
Perhaps, go home, Mitya, i'll go to bed earlier. OK?
Everything's ready, comrade.
Thank you.
Here you go, comrade Stalin.
Thanks.
Where's the boy?
I'm here, Iosif Vissarionovich.
You've suffered much, boy. What do you want?
I want to be ??? [i think that's some kind of military man]
General Brezhnev, help the boy.
Will be done, comrade Stalin.
Listen, who are you?
Who who? Horse with a coat.
Listen, i don't ask that jokingly!
Who are you?
Just not to scare the kid.
Easy, easy.
Why are you screaming?
Give me a light.
Easy. Real easy, Anatoly.
Listen, i ask you as a human, tell me who are you?
Who who? Horse with a coat.
Volodya's anecdote (political).
Told out of place.
Man comes to polit-buerau and asks: where is it?
He is asked: what "it"?
He says: wher is IT?
He is asked: what "IT"?
He says: where is IT!
What "IT"!
This, like in [sentence]: he died in fight for IT. Where is IT?
Some bastard told me this in tram. Hands were occupied with shoppingbags
full of products bought on cupons. Otherwise he'd get punched in the mug.
END OF PART ONEBlack rose is the emblem of sorrow
Red rose is the emblem of
Part Two
After the mark
those with weak nerves should not look at the screen.
Now, kid, we must stand with our legs firm on the ground.
We put them in width of our shoulders
we breath deeply and we [cannot be pushed] on neither side.
How it is said in little Russia:
?????
Who were you yesterday? The same who you were the day
before yesterday: nobody.
Do you think i was somebody?
Horseradish in a coat! Me and you were ordinary
construction waste of history.
Why have you fallen silent? Are you contemplating?
I support that. Let's discuss further.
Nowadays fate really pushes us to the centre of the field.
There in the centre you can't clap with your ears.
Uncle Kok, should i put teapot on?
Go on.
I had consultations. Everything without a twig.
As the saying goes: crude file, some filing work and...dry sand