All language subtitles for Astenicheskiy sin

Sindrome Astenica

subs mastered by sobsob
from a transcript by trep

two parts

It is well worth it for everybody
to read Lev Tolstoy.

So they will understand everything
and become goodhearted and intelligent.

I had a terrible obsession

I loved to eat a snack
here and there

I worked at the Postal
office for 15 years

Every time I would
deliver a telegram

I would enter in a canteen or a drugstore

And I would eat some snack

And so on for each delivery!

Or going on my road

I would eat bread and sausage by a fence

Good kitty!

Now let's say goodbye to him!

God, what will we do now?

Why did you leave us?

Why?

What will we do?

Why did you went away? God!

Natasha, pull yourself together.

Calm down.

Dear, why did you leave us?

What are you saying?
Me and Semjon Aleksandrovich too...

We will carry this pain for all our life!

What will we do?

You're joking!

Where are you going?

Close it.

Should we close it or not?

She went away! What shall we do?

We can't stay here a month!
We have no time to lose!

She'll be back soon. Wait!

Natasha...
- Don't touch her.

Leave her alone.

Go to hell everyone!

So she began telling me
about the snake

Living inside her.

I can't remember were it was exactly,

Somewhere near the breasts.

It was sucking her life energy.

It's a fixation.

A kind of obsession.

Yes, it's an obsession.

Just ignore it! Just ignore it!

What were you saying?

What are you doing here rather?
-I'm going to a doctor, my bones ache.

Fantastic, Vasilij Pavlovich!

Are you going now?
-Yes, I'm going to this healer.

He lives here, out of town.

-I'm going there too.
-Really?

It was indeed that bone-setter

that healed her from her snake fixation.

How could he do it
if he only sets the bones?

He's very versatile, very good.

Fantastic, terrific!

Let's go down there,
to the bus stop.

What's all that chatting?

Here is the bus.

Again with these dry flowers!

You can't get in!
-This is the end of journey!

Where are you going?
You can't get off from this door!

-Help me.
-Let me help you, miss.

Here, get in.

Help me.
-Go on.

-Do you want to go to bed with me?
-What! Stop that!

-Bastard, worm!
-I'll kill you!

Leave me alone, you bastard!

She jumped on me, she's crazy!

-What do you want from me?
-I hate you bastards!

-She harassed me for no reason.
-You're alive, I hate you!

Why do you scream? You started it!

You're a bastard, you're sick!

Look at you, you're sick,
go cure yourself.

You're a bitch, look at you!

You're an animal!

You ruined my day.

Here she comes!

Leave me alone.

I don't need you.

What happens to you?
-I don't need you, do you understand?

-What did she say?
-Nothing.

-Where has she been?
-I don't know.

I know nothing.

Don't behave this way.

You're here too.

What do you want?

They're friends, but who are you?

People hurry, they're going to work,

it's 8 o'clock.

At a window, second floor...

They hurry, I hurry, you hurry...

Good morning, doctor.

I...

Natasha, where's Nikolaj Mikhajlovich?

My god!

Hello Natasha.

You have a bad breath
and your hairdo doesn't suit you.

"I ASK YOU

TO ACCEPT
MY RESIGNATION"

Take a vacation instead.

I don't need your advice.

I don't think I deserve this attitude.

Why do you speak to me in this tone?

I say what I feel.

What's my fault?

Why do you despise me?

-Are you going to sign this or not?
-First I'd like to understand.

What happened to you?

You just buried your husband but...

Don't you dare to talk to me about this!

You're not worth my husband's nail,
you're old, you...

Yes! Yes!

Why have you decided to resign?

My business.

All will passes, all will be forgiven;
you're young.

You're alive, my husband's not.

Nothing to understand, sign.

Good bye, Natalja Ivanovna.

Hello! Hello! Hello!

You wreck!
The road is not your own!

I hate you!

-All of you!
-Sorry!

Please forgive me if you can!

-Miss, you...
-Go away.

-Miss...
-You're still here?

Sorry!

I'm really sorry!

May I help you?

Don't touch her, I've already tried!

Has some disgrace
happened to you?

Calm yourself.

Leave her alone!

Let me go!

Get up!

Well done!

They should be
taught some good manners!

They have no shame.

I go to the repairs office
and say I'm a veteran.

They say they don't have pipes,
but where else I could get them?

Sorry.

-Watch out!
-Look where you're going.

-Boor!
-Lout!

-Miss, are you free?
-Animal!

Let's go.

Come on.

Get up.

-After you.
-Go in.

Undress.

No!

Go away!

Out of here!

Go away!

Here's all wet.

Look out, there's a woman.

-Don't crush her.
-Don't crush my feet!

OK, we've gone through it.

Is there a hoist?
-Yes.

But sometimes it works,
sometimes it doesn't.

Miss, wait!

You have dirt on your back,
let me clean you.

Here.

There's a stain too.

Have patience.

Wait, I'm not over.

Just a moment, don't run away,

Now I'll clean it for you.

There is just a tiny stain left.

Just a little more... here, done,

You can go.

You're welcome.

Just a moment, don't run away,

Now I'll clean it for you.

There is just a small stain left.

Just a little more... here, done,

You can go.

You're welcome.

Hello, comrades!

I want to introduce you to the star
of the movie you've just seen,

Olga Sergeyevna Antonova.

Please don't go away,

We have the chance
to talk about our impressions

and to ask questions.

We don't often have a chance
to see a really engaging movie...

What are you doing?

-Are you crazy?
-You have to take off your hat!

by directors like German,
Sokurov and Muratova.

We can talk, ask some questions.

Gentlemen, please!

Go back to your seats, please.

We have the chance to meet
a maestro of cinema

A person who participated...

Just a moment.

-Mom, you promised me an ice-cream.
-We'll see.

Where are we going?

What's the use of movies like this?

I'm already sad and tired from work.

I'd like to have fun, listen to some music
instead of watching such movies.

I didn't want to see these people
carrying the coffin, burying...

-What kind of topic!
-Aljosha, you're tired.

I love you so much!

Your smell!
I could die right now.

Your face.

You look like an angel!

Gentlement, come back please.

We can ask questions...

Let it go, I'm leaving.

Sorry.

Don't do that, don't go away.

-What a shame!
-Please.

Olga Sergeyevna will
probably be back soon.

I advise you not to miss
such a chance...

The movie we've just seen...

I think that the movie we saw...

It's worth to be studied in depth.

Group, attention!

Right, face!

Help me.

Is he drunk?

No, he's just sleeping.

Thanks.

...have to write it down...

"He was middle-aged, or so he believed

The dark spotted by
some street light

Wrapped him in a veil
of musings on himself.

He thought of himself ironically,
with a touch of sadness.

His soul,
closed in the shell of life,

It was weighted down by the
wrinkles of his ancient feelings.

He tried to be good to everyone,
but it was impossible.

He tied new knots
before loosing the old one

the weight became heavier,
but he couldn't let it go.

He wanted something romantic!

A song would do it just fine.

He wanted "Sever" cigarettes
and curly hairs back in fashion,

That people would say
"I love you" with a slight stutter.

The blow of the wind,
of a laughter,

Of nebulous forebodings of love,

Or rather not,
love was too concrete.

The lowered sights,
the ambiguity of smiles...

Do I lie? No, but I can't paint
the truth with words ,

which is here, tangible,
like yolk in egg-white,

Like yolk in egg-white!

Girls, let's curtsy!

Boys, do a quick bow,

Stamp your heels and smile
with grace and audacity!

Lower your discreet sights and fondle
your dream, the one about jungles,

the sweetest dancers,
mysterious princes...

Tear the murmuring silk
with your fingers,

only slightly brushing
the shivering skin.

Remember it!

And when they'll ask you what you are
thinking about, reply: 'Nothing'."

-There's someone here!
-They're our own.

-I had noticed it.
-It was Ljuska, the gardener.

She always chased Mushka away,
I knew she was evil.

When I went there I asked that couple.
And they said they saw a little black dog

and they gave her a piece of bread.
They also proposed to catch her for us.

I think I saw her.

But she wouldn't come close to me.
Poor, poor doggie.

We should have reached an agreement
with the driver and paid him.

I remember he talked
about that little town...

Yes, it's true!

-You should have looked for her!
-But there's the swamp there.

You just needed the right shoes.

What did we know?

We have to pay 5 rubles to the driver,

so he waits 2 hours while we search.

We should beat Ljuska
black and blue.

Once I even said to her:
"May you be buried soon, I won't be sorry!"

She and her friend were the ones
shooting stray cats!

-We should beat the hell out of her.
-We should ambush her.

Good morning Irina Pavlovna.

Good morning Nikolaj Aleksejevich,
you're late.

I got sick in the subway,

I couldn't breathe,
too many people.

Too many people?

Do we have to deliver the pupils to your house?
You can punish them if they don't come.

Don't speak to me with that tone,
I'm not a student of yours.

And you shouldn't speak this way
even to your students.

-You shouldn't use this tone.
-I shouldn't?

I've been working in
this school for 30 years,

Do you think you can tell me
what I should do?

Forget it!

You think you can do that because
you're a friend of the principal?

Forget it!

I'm the didactic director,
I'll made a report on your doings here!

Don't you dare to threaten me,

I have the intention to stay
in this school for 30 years too.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich,
come back!

You shouldn't do this Alekseev.

Pick up that piece of paper.

Your underskirt peeps out.
-Where?

Oh, it's nothing!

"I smell the
scream of the hay

Harvested in small yellow hills.

Above the hills
and the windows,

Below a weave of frames
and all kind of laces,

Proud stand the cats
on their throne.

Oh, cats with the mustaches
and the sideburns

and the tails winded around their bodies!

The ears, looking like a chimney top,
extend themselves,

competing with the whiskers.

Oh, cats with your wonderful coats,

You are my forewarning vision!

I would have liked
to slide in their souls

While they are purring arrogantly.

How many vision it waves

The gold of the river
ornated with silver sands!"

Nobody likes it!

On the other hand the
father of my grandfather is from Riga,

Like his parents.

He graduated a gardening academy.

There were such academies.

He left his parents
and moved to south Ukraine.

Traveling through the lands
of the land-owners,

he became an important person.

If some land-owner
rebuked him about something,

He went to work
in another place.

They really valued him,
I still have the certificates of his merits.

Love, my dear!

Wonderful dog, my kittie!

What I would do without you?

We've really had enough of
that bastard, haven't we?

What would I do without you?

We've really had enough of
that bastard, haven't we?

Yesterday he came home drunk,
and he was sure he is okay.

Probably he went out philandering!

This isn't the life I wanted!

We've really had
enough, my dear.

What would I do without you?

We've really really really
had enough of that bastard.

Don't go too far!

They killed Kolja!

They killed Kolja!

Fish!
There is enough fish for everyone!

Fish at good prices!

They killed him,

understand?

Some bastards assaulted him
while he was taking Ninka home.

Bastards,

We should hang them all!

We have to do something!

Let's go to Misha,
he still doesn't know about it!

They killed Kolja,
do you understand?

-Stop it!
-The bastards attacked him!

Let's go.

What can we do about it, Serjoga?
It's all useless now!

-Stop it.
-Wait!

They killed Kolja!

They killed him,
do you understand?

Sorry, we're in a hurry.

Tonight I'll come to your place!

Look, they sell chickens.

Good afternoon.

"I want to tell you a secret.

I'm barely making a living,
I don't wait for any good from life.

Under Stalin,
the life was wonderful,

He made the workmen's burden lighter!"

Is Misha at home?

I'm asking you if Misha is at home!

First of all good afternoon.

Good afternoon! Good afternoon!

Is Misha at home?

Why are you so pale?

Is Misha at home?

Misha? He went to a birthday party.

Goodbye.

Misha told me Kolja is killed.

How did it happen?

So, does he know?

He told me, but I...

understood nothing of it!

You know Misha is not good
at telling stories.

So how did it happen?

So how did it happen?

-I don't agree with you!
-Wait!

Come in and take a look
at the conditions we live in.

Three of us have to use a
bucket for their toilet.

It's all broken,

There's no kitchen,
neither with gas or whatever,

There's no water and the ceiling
is falling over our heads.

We asked for help,
but nobody is listening.

We were at the ninth place
in the housings list, then my mother died

and we are not counted as a family
of a victim of war any more.

Now we are at the 493rd place,
do we have to wait so long?

Mother died and still
has to pay for refrigerator,

So we have to shell out
363 rubles now.

Where's justice?
What have we to do?

You just come to harass us.

You come in, scribble some notes...
but how are we supposed to live?

Desire for universal love

is innate to man.

Who sent you?

-The city council?
-No!

What happens?

Human beings always dreamt
about happiness for all...

Where's your justice?

Where do we live?

I know I'm right,

I fought in war,
I've spilt my blood!

What is happening?

You don't wish bad luck
to anybody, do you?

Universal love will never exist,

There always will be someone I don't like
or who doesn't like me.

If someone offends me,

Why shouldn't I hit him?

But on a more general level,
there'll be people...

We should fight against
these very people!

-So the universal love?
-We won't fight with your methods.

We won't educate man with fear,
by cutting his hands of or whipping him.

Human beings have a soul!

We will educate the soul.

But sometime you have
to cut some hands off.

-You have to educate the soul!
-And sometime cut off some hands.

-The soul will be educated.
-Sometime the hands will be cut.

-We need to educate the soul.
-And cut off some hands.

-Don't push!
-Everyone's going crazy!

-Stop pushing!
-There's enough for everyone!

Take off your hands!

Give me some fish.

Give it to me!

Here's your change.

Me too!

Take your hands off!

That one.

So, what's up?

Give me a good one.

Go away!

Don't push!

I've had enough of you!

How much?

Don't give him anything!

He cut the line!

Move on!

Lady,

This fish is dirty!

-It's dirty indeed!
-You can wash it at home.

I have no running water at home.

Don't push!

A trick.

The ball is here, and now it isn't...

Where's the ball?

"Our school has achieved great success
in its development."

You know what?
I love dogs.

One day I learned

that the dog of a friend of mine
is about to give birth.

And I book for a pup.

She says:
"Sure, I'd love to give you a pup."

They were so cute!

One was all black.

So lovely!

I ask her for that one,
she says: "He's yours."

In the meantime I brought
him some delicacies,

And also bought
him a feeding bottle.

And when the pup
is big enough,

She says: "You know I've been
offered 30 rubles for that pup?"

When she said that
I really felt bad.

I said: "No, thanks.

I don't have 30 rubles.

And I don't want your
little dog any more!"

High school in
our country is free,

compulsory

and universal.

The idea that all men are brothers
is foreign to the bourgeois,

But this doesn't mean
he's against friendship.

He may be friendly
toward his neighbors

if that doesn't compromise
his well-being and serenity.

The principal trait of the
bourgeois is indifference

to public interests,
towards his fellows...

Unfortunately this indifference
seeps also into the best hearts.

Even more than indifference, it's
the individual's habit to stay in the corner.

Indeed, often we stay in the corner

because to help someone
may result in personal inconvenience.

That vile attitude has to be
definitely eradicated.

An individual should be like a sun,
keeping warm those around.

Ivnikov, what are you looking at
that's so interesting?

-I'm counting the bourgeoises.
-Get up!

Here are your mates too,
you should respect them.

Respect is a feeling,
not a duty.

Get up.

You already are.

Why do you always chew
something at the lesson?

Why?

Why don't you tell me
what you think about me?

Masha!

I know your book is more interesting
than the lesson,

but the exam will be on another topic.

Nikolaj Alekseyevich knows that this book
is more interesting than the lesson.

The teacher is not pleased

that the exam will be on another topic.

-But Masha knows it by heart.
-I know it by heart.

"If, after completing the school,
the pupil will want..."

It's better to write it down,

it will be easier to memorize.

It will be easier to memorize.

"If, after completing the school,
the pupil will want to go on with the studies,

it would be better to try
a real job beforehand.

You'll have all the time to think
about your future!

If you decide to enroll to university,

you'll know life in a deeper way."

Good, but I can't let you out.

If the didactic director finds out,
there will be troubles for us all.

Allow me to read you something.

Allow me to read you something.

What should I do?

I want to know what
you think about it.

Who will give me a hint?
I really want to hear your opinion.

"Studying is light, smoke is wreck,
doubts are delirium."

Anyone else? Ivnikov!

He snatched a girl's bag,

but he couldn't run away.

Why do you keep silent?

Why don't you take notes?
Do you think you already know it all?

-Why don't you take notes?
-I don't feel like it.

-Why are you here then?
-None of your business.

-Go out, you're interrupting
the lesson. -Leave me alone.

Look! Gladiators!

What a horror!

Terrible!

Crazy!

The A B C of good manners!

"A, B... C, D, E..."

-Do you want to say anything, Masha?
-We want to dictate.

OK.

"Our school has achieved great
success in its development.

High school in our country is free,
mandatory for all.

Those who graduate will be
able to do anything,

Enroll into professional or
technical schools or into university.

Those who graduate will be
able to do anything,

Enroll into professional or
technical schools or in university.

If after completing the school the pupil
will want to go on with the studies,

it would be better to..."

Don't make noise
the next 5 minutes.

You have all the time
to think about your future!

Comrades, you're watching
the TV program "This amazing reality."

Good morning comrades.

We've shown you the documentary
"The mystery of the egg and the chicken",

Which deeply moved our audience.

We've been flooded by letters...

Come here, please!

Come here you all.

Don't be afraid to come closer.

Eat, food is good.

Come!

It's very good.

Come and don't push.

What a bad aunt,

She cheats the little ones!

Give it back to me, auntie!

Good Misha.

Take it.

Go, take it.

You're evil!

Beautiful shoe!

You've got dirt on your knees.

He stinks.

-Let's go!
-What are you doing?

I'm tired.

You're evil!

Leave him alone.

-Stop it, he's sick!
-You are sick yourself!

Stop!

Stop it!

Help!

Bad girls!

Help!

I'll kill you!

You filth!

Go away!

Stop it, shut up!

Shut up, you wretch!

Go away!

Moron!

Let's play.

Calm down, they went away,

it's all right.

Write, good boy.

Here.

-Ivnikov, you're a very good person.
-You need 100% attendance?

You misunderstood me!

Beautiful!

He misunderstood me.

He misunderstood me.

He misunderstood me.

"I cannot sit, I cannot stand,
I can but hang myself!"

Nobody understands me,

can you tell me why?

-I don't drink.
-Can you tell me why?

Hello.

Here's my little ones!

Here's to you.

Thanks, daddy.

Lower the volume!

You filthy!

You wretch!

Dirty beast!

Where do you think you're going?
Come here.

You can't hide.

Stop it daddy!

Go away!

How dare you?

You filthy dog!

Wretch!

I hope you hurt yourself.

-So maybe you'll finally fix that.
-Good afternoon, Galina Vladimirovna!

So you're home?
Where did you sleep?

Is this a good morning
or good afternoon for you?

-Good evening.
-As you like it.

-Do you want to eat?
-I don't feel like it.

Meatballs are ready,
you just have to fry them.

No, just a cup of coffee.

Sure, to fry meatballs
is a woman's chore.

Anechka works more than you
but you don't care.

Why do you neglect
your man's chores then?

Or is fixing the flooring
our task too?

Why are you trying so hard
to be a typical mother-in-law?

I don't want to,
you make me do that.

I swear, in a week I'll bring
a squad of carpenters.

But please don't
bug me this one week.

I asked for a week off work,
without pay.

What are you saying? Without what pay?
How much are you making anyway?

These holidays of yours will be
on my and Anechka's pockets.

I just want to work
without disturbances.

I never have the time
to do anything.

How much is it
for a week of tranquility?

I'll pay you.
Otherwise I won't write a word.

-This is not the meatballs.
-Hear this.

"I feel my limits,

I see where my goodness
stops and I become a beast,

Where I shut my eyes
so I won't see...

Where I don't want to understand,
where I shut my eyes not to see.

Money, rage and intolerance have
power on me as on the meanest of men.

They sat at the two
sides of a long table,

Eyes fixed on
the television's glittering.

She munched on nothing,
moving her jaw right to left

not knowing how sickening she was.

Like he who can't keep
his saliva in his mouth

Or who scratches off the dirt
between his feet's toes.

He sat at the right side of the table,
unshaved and soft as jelly.

My mother and father.

You could touch their old age!

It has its smell, you could hear it.

It has its smell, you could hear it.

It was the most tangible
thing in that room.

I hated old age.

In them I saw just this.

I hated them for being my parents

And I hated myself for that hate.

I was sickened to see that my
habits are those of my father.

And I hated him for this likeness,
because I will age just like him,

Because I am ashamed
of these thoughts, these feelings.

And it was infinitely multiplying itself,
like a reflection between two mirrors.

A neverending tunnel of hate.

The walls made of hate,
the floors made of hate.

Hate mixed with disgust, shame,

with weakness.

The only way out led to cruelty,

and the other to restraint,
that is to lowered eyes

because you can't mask
their instinctive look.

This is the silence similar
to severed fingers of the man

clutching to the boat
trying not to drown..."

-Do you like it?
-Yes.

-Is it a novel?
-Or a short story.

Anyway, you have to hurry
if you want to make some money.

Like your friend Serjozha. He's
already member of Writers Guild.

I don't understand,
can you explain?

Your parents are good people.

Where did this millionaire's
craze come from?

And about your novel,
you still have to write it.

Writers lead a humble life,
they're not so rich.

To be rich you have to save.

Don't drink coffee 180 times
a days in such big cups.

I'll fry the meatballs,
pass me the pan.

Where are you going?

Where are you going?

Can I have some caviar?

If you want to.

Open the third can.

Kolja, my love, you
finished all my mother's supply!

There's a lot of vitamins in caviar,
doctor says I need them.

What's up?

What's more important to you,
caviar or my health?

You still have not finished
the second can.

Open it, please.

Mom, we are hungry as wolves!

Kolja, did you eat all caviar?

Sorry, we have
reduced your supply.

-You said I could have some caviar.
-I thought you would eat just a little!

Anyway, its "best before"
was two months ago.

I just want to be sure you
won't have to beg when I'm dead.

Let me die in peace!

Don't say so.

Don't worry,

When you're dead,
you won't care if we beg.

We will die too,
it's not your privilege.

It's trivial, but
it's not clear to me.

Why should I study, learn wisdom

and then just accumulate
honours and wealth?

So I would be better off going
to sleep now, never to awake again.

-Not even your daughter understands you.
-What's so difficult to understand in me?

Your incommunicability.
There's a joke about it.

Incommunicability,
communicability in common,

Not a common ability...

-I have insomnia.
-Really?

What a symmetry!

-When you die, we'll be alive.
-I know.

Where's the box that was up there?

It's right here, can't you see?

Are you blind?

I thought you took some days off
so you could write.

Why are you doing nothing?

Thanks your mother!

I can't work like that.

When talent is missing,
one worries about conditions.

Some people worked
in worse conditions!

My love, everything's
going to be alright.

We'll never quarrel again,
won't we?

I'm not asking too much, I think,

just some tenderness.

Call me Anechka.

Come on, call me Anechka!

Anechka.

Don't get angry with my mother,
she's such a good woman.

I'll do anything for you,
I'll cook and I'll iron your shirts,

while you'll be writing a long novel,
or a shorter one...

A poem,

a short story...

or something else.

Damned stinking cats!

At their leisure,
and they're not even ashamed of it!

I really don't know what
to do with these cats!

Stupid stinking cats!

Easy life, and they're
not even ashamed of it!

Stupid cats!

Are you at home?
Why so early?

If I had come later, you
would have asked "Why so late?"

That you're smart,
I already knew that.

What did you say?

I know you're quite bright!

-Are you hungry?
-No.

I'm going to warm up
something for you.

I don't feel like it!

I can't remember...
Where have I put those bags?

Come on, dinner is ready.

Egoist!

-Have something to eat.
-I don't feel like it.

-Come on.
-I don't feel like it.

-So who have I cooked for?
-I'm not hungry.

Why do you make a fool of me?

I don't feel like it.

-Mom, who's Shakespeare?
-What?

Who's Shakespeare?

What does it matter?
We're not at school.

Once upon a time there was a woman

and all she needed in her life
was a piece of bread.

She lived her life and then...
quick into the grave!

Pat me on my shoulders!

-Do you love me?
-Yes, and so?

Nothing, I'm happy.

-Don't look at me!
-Why, do you feel like crying?

-Go to hell!
-OK, I'm going.

-Where are you going?
-To hell.

-I was only joking.
-Me too, I'll take a stroll.

-Don't get into fights
with anyone. -I won't.

I almost forgot,
I bought you a mouthpiece.

My dear sheet music...

Can I have a few minutes of your time?

We took them out of town
but they bring them back.

Hello.

There are so many of them!

-What does that have to do with me?
-Sanitary commission came here and said...

that we have to call a knacker.

Are we going to call the knacker?

-Are we going to call the knacker?
-Call the knacker, what's it to do with me?

Due to my illness, I ask to be placed
on leave without pay.

-Who tamed them? You tamed them!
-Dog has always been man's best friend!

It's out of the question.
I have no substitute.

Vissarion Iosifovich,
I'll find a substitute!

Something's happening to me,
I can barely walk.

I'll go see a doctor and
get a medical leave.

-Then you'll have to pay my salary.
-No need to worry about that.

Go see a doctor!

-If you need my support...
-I don't need your support.

I called a friend in the press,
they'll support me.

I thought you had some position
in this situation.

That you care about the future
of our school.

Are you going to defend your position?

Are we going to call the knacker or not?

Call the knacker!

Or don't call the knacker,
I don't care.

-Put this hat on.
-Pass it to me.

-Look.
-How do I look?

Relax, take it easy.

Keep your head this way.

That's it, freeze!

I can't see myself.

-Relax and look at the mirror.
-This way?

All that matters is
that I can see you.

Don't look at me, look at her.

Here, perfect!

Masha!

What are you doing here?

Where's my sister?

Wonderful,
just wonderful.

-Don't move the curtain!
-Who is it?

We're playing here,
close the curtain!

Show us your ID.

Will you play, little brother?

Pasha, tell him
the rules of the game.

We're creating a sculpture of love.
They are the raw materials.

You can use whatever materials,
and do whatever you like.

This material is already taken.

They're free,
you can use them as models.

Will we finish the scene today?

You're a bore!
Is it a fault of that witch of yours?

What did you think?
To marry the first one you met?

Can I give you some advice?

-You'll give it to him later, my feet
are freezing. -Let me warm you up!

Get dressed.

-Hurry up.
-Undress, get dressed again...

What a bore!

Lay with your bellies up,

your hands on your breasts.

Give them two candles.

They should be in the kitchen,
if Julia hasn't used them all.

What a happy sculpture!

-Is he your brother?
-He's an aesthete, a decadent.

He's a teacher!

-I would call it "the end of a love".
-This love can go to hell!

-Take his place.
-Get up.

-He always wanted to stand out of crowd.
-Oh, dear sister!

If you could know how long
I dreamed to lay down here,

On our parents' bed!
So soft, warm and quiet.

I've had enough of this!

Let's go away.

-Sentimentality!
-I think it's not bad.

-Take my hand.
-Are we leaving?

I'm playing too!

-You're not funny.
-Go to hell!

-You know the rules.
-Explain them to me again.

You have to make a sculpture of love.

-A celebration of the human body,
like Rodin. -I didn't know that!

Get naked.

The triumph of the senses!

And now?

-Kiss.
-Sure, it will be a pleasure.

Here you are, such a little love.

Little!

Take my place,
if it matters so much to you.

Is he Nikolaj?

-He is Julia's brother,
isn't he? -Yes, he is.

-Don't spoil the game.
-It's my game!

What are you waiting for?
Go away!

And take Pasha with you!

I knew you would come to visit
your sister sooner or later.

Let's go to church and get married.

Let's do that!

The ball isn't here,
the ball is here...

The children hate the school,
they hate it!

It's terrible.

They're always running away,
I see them from the window.

Always running away!

We can shut the door
and the windows, to guard them...

So running away from school
will be like escaping from jail.

But you can escape
from jail nonetheless!

The schools are educational
institutions serving the State.

Formerly the State had the need
for the citizens to be slaves,

compliant and obedient.

Low job productivity
used to satisfy everyone,

and it was the fault
of the "emasculated" citizens.

The schools, at
the order of the State,

castrated the members
of our society,

giving birth to moral castrates!

Read Turgenev,
"Emasculated Fathers and Sons"!

-What?
- "Emasculated Fathers and Sons"

Since we are castrates,
we can only create other castrates.

-What do you think of it?
-I don't understand.

-What castrates are you talking
about? -We castrated...

-I don't understand. -What
was first, the chicken or the egg?

Do you understand now?

-What does this have to do with castrates?
-Turgenev understood, we don't.

-I'm not following you! -What
was first, the chicken or the egg?

-What has this to do with
castrates? -Think about it.

You think about it!

Comrades, let me talk.

Don't do like that.

I 've participates in teachers
meetings all my life,

We have to stop quarreling
and insulting each other!

We have to respect
the hierarchy.

-Wait for your turn.
-Don't interrupt the speakers!

Today the State needs
a different kind of citizen. Free.

Whose creative potential will not
bear the burden of the old dogma.

This brings a certain
unpredictability in the behaviour,

A certain incongruence.

Teachers' duty is very difficult,

But in this way the students
will grow intellectually...

I understand,

you want to send the most experienced
teachers into retirement!

Why do you think so?

Four principals were changed
since I joined this school;

and if a student was late,
it was always his fault.

-But now?
-Now it's all our fault.

-Nothing to say.
-Really nothing to say.

You are so rhetoric!

We have to find a solution,
not someone to blame.

-Do something yourself! -Do not
talk to me in that tone.

It's like a muffler. If it's not there,
the bike makes the hell of a noise but...

-Now you no longer
need us! -Right!

You don't need our experience,
our Ph.D., you spit on them!

Nobody needs anything!

Are you trying to teach
the teachers?

Yes, I want to teach everyone,
demagogues and pedagogues!

Excuse me, how many
"m" in "tomorrow"?

I'm confused.

"TO-MOR-ROW"

And just one "m" in "communism"!

-It's unbelievable!
-Now, this is too much!

Comrades!

The meeting shall go on.

Just ignore him.

Let him sleep, maybe he's sick.

Do you know he was
hit by a student?

He hit the student first.

In any case, they had a fight.

-Don't wake him up.
-Maybe he's narcoleptic.

-We should fire him!
-But he's sick.

It's a passive way to protest!

It's a moderate protest,
inside the bounds of legality.

He shouldn't have played
basketball with the boys.

This way he brought into
question the teacher's authority,

He destroyed
the psychological barrier...

That game is all
about physical contact!

But he's so young
and full of energy!

And nobody else
was going to do that.

Stop it, please!

Irina Pavlovna, the school is not
an island where you have to survive,

It's all one with society.

Exactly, and we have
to obey certain rules.

School is like the military,
like prison,

We're not at the zoo.

Accordingly to you every
teacher is bright, has a talent.

And the boys are all geniuses.

I'm sick of this silliness!

RECYCLING DEPARTMENT [knackery]
Lost and found animals

Hello.

-Please let us in.
-Just for a few moment.

Just for a little while.

-We won't stay long.
-It's not allowed.

-We can see you're a good
person. -I know nothing.

It's not allowed.

-Just a moment!
-I know nothing.

Let me help you.

Where shall we go?

-Will you take us there?
-Follow me.

-Do you work here?
-No, I rest here.

-Don't you have to unload?
-I haven't caught any dogs today.

-Is there a line
at the counter? -Yes.

What's easier to catch,
a dog or a cat?

It's easier to catch
a venereal disease.

Here's the kennel,
that entrance over there.

Which one?

That one.

Cat and a dog, what's easier
to catch? A venereal disease!

My God!

PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO LOOK AT IT.

PEOPLE DON'T LIKE TO THINK ABOUT IT.

THIS SHOULDN'T BE REFERRED TO

IN A DISCOURSE ABOUT GOOD AND EVIL.

"Sadness has scattered everywhere,

a bottle full of sadness has spilled.

Sadness soaked everything,

clouds, clothes,

rain, sounds,

dust, flowers,

bed sheets, thoughts, hairs,

smiles, drinks,

bread, sleep, dreams...

Night and day alternate lazily.

Soon these memories will disappear

We'd better not
to evoke them again,

they are like microbes,
they are asleep."

From fall '46 until '47,
right in the middle of summer...

It happened in the steppe.

Me and my father were shepherds.

I had taken his place that day,
I was with a friend.

While we were taking the animals
to the drinking trough...

It was noon.

All of a sudden,

on the road
to the drinking trough,

the same road that led to my house,

I felt something moving inside of me.

More or less 30cm in length.

I put my hands on
the stomach, like that.

That thing kept moving
for almost 6 hours.

I ran home, 15 kilometers,

without saying a word to my
friend, so much was I scared.

I went home to my parents.

I can't remember if I was crying,
but it was clear I was distressed.

They asked me
what was the problem.

And I told them of that time,
between '46 and '47.

I was dating...
a girl.

She wanted me to visit
her every evening.

I didn't,

I only visited her
when I felt like it.

So she decided
to make me food...

minced snake skin.

And so she did.

Maybe she wanted to kill me

without having
to pay for her crime.

I remember that evening,
I asked her for a drink.

I was laying on the bed.

She stopped near the window

and she dropped in my glass

something from a piece of paper.

She was looking for something
outside of the window,

but it was dark.

When I felt that thing
for the first time,

I knew she gave me
a strange potion...

Go away, let me work!

Take a broom and
get to work too!

Leave me alone,
are you crazy?

You're ripping my buttons!

I'm going to scratch your
face, damn you!

Leave me alone, you moron!

I'll tear off your hairs!

Go away, out of my way!

Leave me!

Don't pull me,
your tearing my clothes!

Stop it!

You tore everything open!

Look out!

Shouldn't you be at work?

Do you really
have nothing to do?

Quick, go back to work!

Now look at that!

Come on!

There was a young doctor,
and he was sick too.

He was a dentist, and he
often went philandering.

He did something wrong, and
they made him drink that stuff.

He was in pain a whole year,
and they couldn't find the reason.

X-rays showed nothing

because that thing has no bones.

The only way is to operate on
the person while it's still alive.

That's the only way to save the man.

That dentist died.

When they opened him up,
he had his belly full of snakes.

He didn't make it.

Amongst all animals, snakes,
frogs, lizards and spiders

have certain chemicals
on their skins...

Common closeness of colours,
spontaneous complementary hues...

Violet alongside yellow,
red alongside green,

But what a strong choice,
the blue close to the orange!

You can mingle blue-green
and red bordeaux too.

So you have a more complex range,
dissonant and yet harmonious.

The greatest painters know how to take
the beauty to the borders of ugliness

And here the perception lay,
because absolute harmony is death.

Even women know that it's necessary
to combine the clothes in the right way,

Lay down only one color.

One can make up a new way to bring
two colors close to each others

A way that exists in nature and lasts
only for a few moments, like a rainbow.

The most incredible things are
close to those most common.

Why are you so yellow in the face?

Take off those glasses.

Your eyes are red.

Too many joints, isn't it?

So young and already a junky!

You are skinny, your eyes are red
and your faces is yellow...

You're just a poor junky!

Mikhail Gorbachev said:
"We have to fight for them!"

Take me: I drink a couple of glasses
after a day's work

and I still have energy to work.
I drink, I can't say I don't.

But I earned it.

And look at me, what a healthy
complexion I have!

There is a serpent
living in my stomach

and in my intestine.

You should drink a glass of wine instead.

You'll get your rosy face back again.

It makes a strange noise
a couple of times a month

repeating it six times more or less.

Possibly it doesn't like tea,
or when I get drunk.

I hear everything...

Look at you.

Hiding behind
those sunglasses...

I'm a drunkard,
but I'm an old man.

You have all your
life in front of you!

You take drugs,
I'm aware of that.

At uniform intervals.

I'm 42 years old and I'm sentenced
to this martyrdom.

I tell doctors about my pains

but they make fun of me.

I'm sentenced to this martyrdom.

Nikolaj Aleksejevich.

Wake up!

Nikolaj, wake up!

Masha, what happened?

How did you get here?

You can't even call it marriage
if you do it at the registry office.

-What's the use if you can get a divorce?
-Many people live together without marrying.

On the other hand religious
marriage lasts for life.

Amongst religious ceremonies, the only
one that suits me is funeral mass.

-You will get better!
-I'll explain you everything.

-Do you know why you're always
sleepy? -I realized it only now.

Since you've got sick,
I'm always sleepy too,

Without you my
life is sad and boring!

I swear...

I'll wake you up, I'll make up
something new each day.

There will be no more everyday tedium.

Come with me, I beg you.

I don't like talking on the phone,
listening to music,

drinking coffee and
complaining about life.

I don't like smoking, lighting a cigarette,
holding it gracefully and all the rest!

We'll never do anything of that!

Come with me, I beg you.

Are you serious? But how...

Now we'll go away
together, won't we?

I took you some clothes.

Here they are.

I tell him: "Fuck you!"

He says: "Fuck you!"

I reply: "Fuck you
and your mother,

your father, your grandfather...

Spineless bastard!"

And he says:
"You bastard!"

You're just tired, Alyosha.

How much I love you!
Your smell, your jacket...

I could die right now!

Your face...

You look like an angel!

I say: "Fuck you and your grandfather,
your grandmother, your father,

your mother and the cat too!"

I don't know what crosses my mind.

Why?

Everything is all right.

I don't know why that happens.

Look out!

Another one!

What are you doing?

And then I tell him...

Where are we going?

-To my house. -What
will your parents say?

I live with my mother.

If she looks annoyed, just don't
mind her, she's very nice actually.

I'll do anything for you. It will be
a joy to cook and wash for you.

And you'll be writing a novel,

or a short story, or a poem...

This is the last stop.
The train won't go any farther.

Passengers, please get off the train.

Wake up!

Come on, wake up!

Please, wake up!

-Is he dead?
-No, he's just sleeping.