Thank you.
"October has come.
Bourgeois power...
Thus, October exhausted
the dream of the workers.
Victory was not easy.
But Lenin led the people
and Lenin saw far
ahead of his time".
Marina,
you know what an urga is?
A long stick with a lasso at the end.
The Mongols
catch their horses and sheeps with it.
And when they make love
out in the steppe, this urga,
they plant it in the ground to warn others.
It can be seen from far away.
And nobody disturbs them.
Not bad...
And you remember our dorm?
Horrible!
Seriozha,
what are we doing here?
And what are you doing
just standing there like that?
Hey, it's empty...
Let's go.
Bouin...
you asked Papa to buy
candies at the city, right?
Don't be upset.
Just wait a little longer.
He'll be back soon...
Let's sleep... Hush...
Close your eyes...
Good evening, comrade.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Good evening.
Have a nice workday, comrades.
And why do you think we're here?
You come here, make money, buy
what you want and go back home, see?
Shit!
Shit, I never have time
to relax and chat with my wife!
I can't! No time...
I'm working like a horse
here... building the road.
And him, he's harvesting corn
with a reaping-machine.
And what about us, do we have
lots of roads back home?
Or maybe we overloaded
our country with corns, huh?
Oh, thank you. Thank you!
Geez, just imagine:
we go to the other side of the world
to live normally back home.
Here, I have money! Here!
Here! I have money!
I earned it!
And at home? What am I at home?
At home, I slave away like a devil,
and I can't even get a little damn
wardrobe with a mirror!
I feel ashamed to my wife!
No! Put that away!
Hey, I'm getting offended!
You saw the pigeon?
You saw his dough?
And so?
- Let's pluck him a little, huh?
- What are you talking about?
What are you talking about!
Without him, I'd have been roasting
- ... on the steppe till now!
- Let's palm off baby Lenin to him?
He received me like a human!
What's his name?
Gombo!
But you get what he's on about?
You understand?
He doesn't understand anything,
and you pour out your soul to him!
What do they understand about our souls!
What soul? What soul?
Our soul. Here!
Here it is, our soul!
Hey, you see?
Two yuans each!
A soul for two yuans!
Here! Our soul! That's it!
Our soul, our soul... shit!
Hey, wait! Stop!
What was your father's name?
What do you want from me, piss off!
No, tell me... What was his name?
Nikolai!
- Nikolai! Bravo! And your grandfather?
- You're a cop or what?
Come on, make an effort!
Your grandfather's name? Huh?
- Pyotr!
- Pyotr! Well done!
And your great-grandfather?! You know,
your grandfather's father? Come on!
You remember? Think hard!
- Think!
- Gombo!
He can't remember!
He forgot - shit!
And you?
What, what?
Do you remember the name
of your great-grandfather?
Well?
Asshole philosopher!
Just a moment...
Excuse me, excuse me...
Excuse me... One minute!
Stop! Stop!
Just a minute! One minute!
Guys, a waltz? Waltz!
A waltz, you know?
Here... for all of you...
all of you! A waltz!
One minute! Just one!
No?
They don't know...
Oh, geez...
Good! Wait! A minute!
Wait!
Here we go... Here!
Here! The music! Notes!
"The Hills of Manchuria".
The notes!
I was young! And stupid!
In the army! Young lad! In the army!
Go, play! Give it a go, come on, guys!
"...Hills are covered by darkness.
Suddenly, the moon shines
through the clouds,
illumines the peaceful tombs.
These pale crosses in the night
watch over the sleep of the heroes.
The shades of the past
wander endlessly,
and speak to us again and again
of the victims of the war.
All is quiet around.
The wind has driven the mist away.
On the hills of Manchuria,
The warriors are sleeping,
and they do not hear Russian tears.
The poor mother weeps and weeps.
The young wife is crying too.
We all are crying,
as one man,
cursing fate.
May the grass of the steppes
inspire you with