the butt?
- Go on, then!
- Come on, guys, can't we do it all together?
- We can!
- Stings like mad!
- Come on, guys! For the win!
- Oh, man!
- Okay... Interesting.
- Pull!
- And again!
- Raise it up!
- Stretch it out!
- Stop. That's good. Tie it.
"Pioneer's greetings to parents, mentors and elder friends!"
- Guys, come here!
- Mirror is gone, magazine is gone. We're dead!
- If Mitrofanova was back, then she saw everything!
- Enough moaning, let's go.
- Here will be parents and guests.
- Can they sit on the grass? It's better in the shade.
- I'll think about it.
- Where do I put this?
- Not now.
- Crocodile.
- I can see that.
- Here we'll hold the games.
- Like sack racing?
- That's right. From that spittoon to this lamp post. You're in charge.
- How about we come up with something new?
It's always the same: throwing balls, tossing rings, bobbing for apples...
Something new, you know. I'm sure we can manage!
- I'll think about it.
- Where do I put this?
- Not now!
- All right, so. Here we throw the balls.
Here we toss the rings.
And here... we bob for apples.
"For working life you must prepare:
study, build, invent and share!"
"Infection ward"
- What are you guys doing here?
- Come on, shoo, get lost!
- All right, all right!
- All right, time is tight. Let's begin. You there. Read.
- Why me?
- Because I said so.
- "How to hold a costume parade."
- Get to the point.
- The director... advances...
- Advances what?
- Can't see, it's faded.
- Hand it over.
- That circular looks really old.
- Old, yes. Obsolete, no.
I might add.
You know what I mean?
- The director announces... Announces!
"Attention, let the costume parade begin!"
- Attention! Let the costume parade begin!
Music!
- You got it!
- Get closer!
You, out of the way!
So there is no chaos tomorrow, we'll divide the square into sectors.
Children separately over here, and adults over there.
Slogan chanting can be done by the support staff.
All right... "children in costumes orderly proceed to the square."
And march!
- Calm down, darling, calm down.
- Oh, my goodness.
- I'm Vostok Seven... Transmitting...
- Tell me, uncle...
- What?
- Not in vain...
Was Moscow, bound high in flame...
Surrendered to the French?
- Here "the spectators applaud." Applaud, everyone!
- That will do.
- Greetings to you, our masked comrades!
We congratulate you on the occasion of the Parents' Day!
- Parade, halt! One, two!
- Cancel! Cancel the Parents' Day!
Five kids passed out! Four with rash!
Infection! Intoxication! Quarantine!
Quarantine!
- And Mitrofanova?
- Okay for now. All five cases are boys.
- What? What now?
Which ones?
What do you mean "naked?"
Ah, I see.
- Mommy... Daddy... Grandma...
- He's calling for his parents!
- Nikitin... Sharafudinov... Stolbovoy... The whole gang!
- What are we going to do?
- Hang on.
- Sick.
Sick with a disease.
Waltz "Waves of Amur."
And you said there were no talents.
Artists! Straight from Bolshoi.
Little liars.
Fakers.
Scoundrels.
Out!
"So it became obvious that there was no avoiding the Parents' Day."
- "Children are the masters...", "children are the masters..."
But who gets to make all the important decisions?
- Stop worrying so much about it.
Your life will be so much easier without Inochkin, you'll see.
If you only knew how much bad blood there is between him and Dynin.
- Hah. "Bad blood."
Can you imagine what would happen if I spoiled even a tiny drop of his blood?
- All of comrade Dynin's blood just went bad!
Help! Help!
And now the speeches again.
- He urgently requires blood transfusion!
Who?
Who here will give their blood?
What blood type do you have?
- A!
- And you?
- AB!
- And you?
- B!
- We need blood type "XZ!"
It's an extremely rare blood!
And here is where I come out.
- Me.
I have blood type "XZ."
- And you will spare your rare blood?
- I will.
And here, of course, everyone will applaud.
- Inochkin.
Inochkin!