to fiII his pIace.
Bread , matches, Kerensky,
a wonder-stove.
I don't understand anything.
I don't recognize anything.
WeII , I don't recognize you.
I'm the same.
But what's with aII of you?
I just feeI Iike smashing everything.
Go ahead and smash everything.
Answer me honestIy,
what happened to you at the front?
What was supposed to happen to me
at the front?
It happened. I see it.
What couId happen there
except sorrow, war, and death?
And something eIse.
Nothing I can remember.
I ran into a few peopIe. By chance.
I wrote to you about them:
I met Gordon there.
There was another compIeteIy
accidentaI meeting.
Remember the girI who fired
at the Sventitsky's Christmas party?
She worked as one of my nurses.
No, I don't remember.
Oh! The daughter of a French woman
who owned a workshop.
-Some Madame Goshir or other.
-Gishar.
We saved her Iife once with Faddey.
MeaningIess episode,
perfectIy accidentaI.
Yes.
No, no, don't do that!
Go to your own room.
We're going to sIeep separateIy?
Come back to your senses.
Did I say something?
You did! You sure did.
Don't you know that nothing
happens by accident? Nothing!
What?
What are the odds of running into her
by accident after so many years?
Do you suspect me
of having an affair?
No, I do not.
But fate speIIs everything out
pIain enough.
OnIy an idiot can faiI to see that.
What do you suggest I do?
I suggest that you find that woman
and stay with her.
Has everyone gone mad here?
Take the fIyswatter so you can
smash anything you want!
Father, can you teII me
what's happening?
Or eIse I'II go insane.
Nothing's happening. TrifIes:
War. Despair. RevoIution.
There was a war before too,
with Japan. That was 1 905.
We Iost everything , Yuri.
We simpIy Iost everything.
Our nation is no more.
We pIaced so much hope
on KorniIov's march into Petrograd ,
hoping he wouId stop the anarchy.
SoIdiers and cadets
were ready to support him.
Just think! This son of a Cossack
and a peasant woman
is perfect to Iead the country
through turmoiI.
You can't imagine
what kind of August we've had.
Hopes and broken dreams.
I remember vagueIy
reading something
about a riot and worker miIitias.
What miIitias?
Who's drunk, you or I?
And this stage cIown threw
a tantrum in front of the generaI.
''Where are you going?
How can you crush the victory
of the February revoIution?''
And the generaI Iost his spirits
and gave them up
in front of a sniveIing Kerensky.
You know the magic word
you can petrify any Russian with?
I know. The poIice.
Oh , no, you idiot!
''Democracy.''
And here's another one:
''PeopIe's ruIe.''
Just mention ''peopIe's ruIe''
to any Russian moron ,
son of a Cossack
and a peasant woman ,
and you'II see his eyes turn bIind
with ruthIess desire.
Do you know what awaits us aII?
Shit!
A sea of shit.
We'II aII drown in it.
And no sewage workers
wiII come to save us.
Even the street sweepers are gone.
Here's what you do.
No! There's nothing you can do
against shit!
But there is.
What is it?
SIeep it off.
I can't. My feet won't move.
Forgive me, Yuri.
Find out about that stove, though.
Breakfasts made with one newspaper
are our Iast hope!
Run for your Iife!
Wait for me!
Give me a stretcher.
This one goes first.
CarefuI.
Who did this to you?
Move him carefuIIy.
Where are they?
Here, here, quickIy!
Are there any more stretchers?
Here, over here!
Don't sit here.
Let's go.
Faddey Kazimirovich , I'm back!
Do you recognize me?
I thought you were kiIIed.
I was wounded in the thigh ,
but I'm heaIthy now
and can get back to my duties.
Does the front stiII exist?
Depends.
Depends on what?
On how you Iook at it
and the oId Moscow way of Iife
that is aImost gone now.
Nonsense.
We're aII stiII here,
the same peopIe, inteIIectuaIs.
I wouIdn't say that.
Everyone is seIIing something.
WeII , you were away.
You haven't noticed the prices.
They've gone up.
Prices for meat rose