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The Rejection

Andrey! What's up?

Something is happening. I don't know what.

Look into the window.

Have they launched a missile or what?

Why is the sky like that?

Fucking hell.

It feels like serious stuff.

Armored personnel carriers are out there.

Is it war, maybe?

Or is it radiation that makes the sky so?

I've sent my family out to the dacha.

It's so mistimed now.

Fucking Americans. So they've hit ahead of us, after all.

Pop to the streets. Find out what's going on.

If people don't know, then soldiers should know for sure.

Maybe armored machines will appear again.

I'll pack some stuff for the road in the meantime.

Is there anybody here?

- Didn't they inform you? - What?

At noon.

- Your watch has also stopped, right? - Yeah.

My neighbor has the same problem. There's no one else. Do you know anything?

- How come "no one else"? - Wake up! The city's empty!

- What is it about? - How should I know?

The sixteenth.

The sixteenth!

Does anybody hear me or not?

Could it be because of some aliens, some space folk?

Don't bullshit.

You're pissing me off with your neighbor stuff.

We're living on Earth, we consider ourselves to be kings of universe.

Yet, all the clocks have run down, there are no people, and the sky is so...

We know nothing about ourselves.

We live, we make cash, we save for a new fur coat.

And then - bang! What's the use of it all?

Oh my God. I have no desire to die.

Stop putting a whammy on it. Shut up.

What aliens are you talking about?

What's the fucking aliens?

Masha! My wife is there.

Masha! Masha!

Hey! Lieutenant!

Where are you?

All the channels are showing the same stuff.

I unplugged it an hour ago, yet it's been showing on and on.

That's strange, isn't it?

Have you found out anything?

What's going on there?

There... I don't know.

It's war... Or some aliens from space...

It's the world's end.

"Aliens".

I've walked on my own feet through the whole of war!

And they're trying to scare me with some doodles in the TV set!

I went on reconnaissance missions for 42 times!

I was wounded thrice!

Please calm down, Ivan Pavlovich.

Let's come to my place. It's less spacey and it's easier to look through.

Nothing has happened to us yet. Thank God.

- What? - Let's go.

Alright.

Hello? Louptsov is listening.

Louptsov is listening. Hello!

- Andrey! - Hello?

Andrey, I'm going.

Where to?

I'll join my family on the dacha.

I've collected some food for them.

Are you mad? That's 80 km away!

Electric trains aren't functioning. There aren't any cars.

And yet I'll go.

If anything happens, I'll never forgive myself.

I'll get a taxi on the way.

What taxi? Can't you see what's going on?

What? What taxi? Can't you see what's going on?

What?

You shouldn't go, Ivan Pavlovich.

- Maybe, it's calm in the country. - All the more it's better to move.

Andrey, will you please go with me?

Hopefully, we'll arrive.

Shit! How can we pass?

They're shooting without warning! If it's war - then tell it's war!

They're just fooling us around.

I guess, there's no war. They just misunderstand it as well.

Or perhaps they're protecting something, just in case.

They won't shoot any civilians. I'm the one who knows it.

Hey! Don't shoot!

Stop! This is not Marinochka!

Piss off! Marinochka, where are you?

Please don't, Ivan Pavlovich, they'll kill you.

The lieutenant vanished before my eyes, just like that.

His wife called him, he ran away and dissolved.

You know that your relatives are at the dacha. They're not here!

Galya! Where are you?

Marinochka! Galya! Tell them to stop shooting!

I'm telling you: it's not them.

Ask them a question to make sure.

Marinochka! Galya!

Whatever it is, it's trying to allure you!

We have to get out of here. All the roads towards the center must be closed.

If we stay here - that's mockers.

Zhitkov offered you to give us a lift. Why did you refuse?

You've always been a jackass, and you are a jackass.

We won't make it before nightfall anyway.

A jackass, - that's who you are.

Yes, we will.

Stay here.

Hey! Don't come any closer. Stay there.

Easy, easy.

- Do you know what's happened? - Why are you staring?

This jackass is useless. He never knows anything.

If he had known, he'd have become an academician.

We've been roaming the streets for almost 5 hours by now.

The way to the center is closed. The military are crazy. They shoot people.

Living at home is unbearable, too. Some shit is going on everywhere.

That's some poltergeist or whatever.

Hey guys!

I went to the shop to get some cigarettes, and it was really crowded.

I was hoping to find out something from those people.

But all they did was pulling faces.

I looked into their faces. Their eyes were like glass.

That was a scary thing to see.

- That's funny. - OK, it's enough chatting.

Get lost. You won't get any scoff anyway.

Hey, you choke up with your scoff.

You can go with us if you want.

No. I'm kind of a watchman here. I'm watching the abandoned plant.

Come by if anything happens, OK?

Be careful there!

Some beast was burnt in that pit an hour ago.

It yelled like a pig in different voices.

Let's go, it's getting dark.

Prowlers!

Bitches!

Suckers!

There was nothing like that even at wartime!

I'll go and see what's happening at my place.

Yes. You go and come back quickly.

Alright? It's not that I'm scared.

It just feels disgusting being here. I made it all with my own hands, you know.

What are they doing, bastards?

Let's go to my place. Or do you think we should keep watch over it?

No, I won't leave. We have to clean here.

My family will come back and they'll get scared.

Go and come back. I guess, you have nothing to eat.

I should have some preserves and some bread.

Come back.

Holy shit! Ivan Pavlovich, you've scared me!

Why did you put on these garments?

That's a nice outfit.

They haven't stolen anything from my place.

They only took two suitcases.

Thank goodness. Anyway, the suitcases weren't mine.

And how did you enter?

Because... I've locked...

Ivan Pavlovich...

Did they pay you a visit as well?

Who?

- Don't be scared. That's me, Andrey. - Hello Andrey.

Haven't we greeted each other today?

Have you forgotten? We wandered along the streets for the whole day today.

Would you like some water?

Don't come any closer!

Put the knife down! That's me, Andrey!

I'm the real one.

You've just been to my place.

An exact copy of you. You were sitting in front of me.

Just like now.

So who visited you?

You... you... Damn them!

So what's about me?

You dragged a chick, the schoolgirl from the 7th floor.

And you started to... right here, on the floor.

I broke a swab hitting you.

I seem to understand now. All of our wickedness came out.

I guess, it also has its critical mass.

These "some ones" have drawn all our flaws from dark corners and flats.

Or rather the reflections of flaws.

And what's about "Old man, please help me"? Whose voice was it?

I don't know.

What's happening to you? Did you get poisoned?

Do we have any potassium permanganate?

Please, Ivan Pavlovich, my dear one, please don't... now...

Ivan... Pavlovich...

They are simply expelling us.

We've become too numerous, so the mother Earth decided to do some disinfestations.

People aren't needed anymore.

It's not clear whether we eventually did what we had appeared for.

The most vexing idea is that there's nobody to ask.

Hey, conductor! The girl is feeling unwell!

- Get into the car. - Where to...?

To the ford. We might be too late for the ferry. The military won't wait.

What's about her?

The military won't take her onboard. Nobody knows what she's up to.

She may come all clad in white, and cut your throat.

Or she'll pour a bucket of petrol over herself, - and puff!

A Bengal fire will be enough.

Wait.

We cannot leave her here. Shall we... tie her hands up?

Are you coming with us?

There is a settlement in 1,5 km, take the first turn to the right,

it's the 4th house to the left. That's all.

Doctor! What's happening?

I have a boat in my shed. If only it's been out of use for 10 years.

Cross to the other bank as soon as possible.

Let's go!

What a trough.

Who are you? What do you want from me? Why did you tie me up?

I know. It must look very strange.

You were unconscious.

Scary things are happening to people.

So I thought...

I didn't do it on purpose.

Please go. Am I keeping you?

Let me go.

Don't worry. There's an old boat in the shed.

It only needs some mending and we can go afloat.

There are people on the other bank. They were in time to flee.

We should cross the river. They are waiting for us there.

I even don't know your name.

Andrey.

- And my name is Bella. - Bella - that's a beautiful name.

And who are you?

I'm a writer.

- What are you writing at the moment? - Nothing.

Why?

Because nobody needs it.

- It's all so very strange. - What is strange?

Well, the house, the fireplace, the carpet. And you.

Strange.

Can you see that picture? I had the same one above my bed as a child.

Some collection cars.

I used to bother my mum: "Please buy me a little car".

Did she buy?

Of course she didn't. Otherwise I'd stay bare and nude.

They were expensive, you know. Ten rubles for an item.

- It feels so good here, doesn't it? - Yeah.

I've always dreamt about a house like this.

To have only the house, you, the nature and nothing else.

I also enjoyed countryside. Me and my mum went there every summer.

- Do you know the place called Ziuskino? - What? Ziuskino?

That's a funny name.

We had a little old hut there. We got it from my granny.

I remember my mother cooking some raspberry jam

in a huge copper bowl, and I was sitting and waiting for the froth,

and as soon as the froth appeared, I picked it up with my finger.

My mum was cross with me. She slapped my fingers.

- You have such curious slippers. - These are pointes.

- Just like in ballet? - Yes, kind of.

Are you a ballet dancer?

My mother accustomed me to ballet dancing since I was a child.

She was a ballet dancer herself.

She even danced in the Bolshoi Theatre.

But when I was born, she had to give up dancing

and she left the company. There was too much trouble with me.

And do you love ballet?

Well... My parents made me visit some ballet shows when I was a kid.

It was boring at times, as I remember.

And yet you're trying to be a writer.

I was a little boy back then. It can be forgiven.

- Are you still offended? - What about?

That you nearly shot me.

No, of course not.

The boat is a wreck.

I fix a hole on one side, and it cracks on the other.

I hope I'll finish it by tomorrow.

Are you alright, my big boy? If you survive, we'll be friends.

- Look whom I've found! - Now I know who was barking!

He was standing near the shed.

Bella, meet Lucifer. Lucifer, meet Bella.

Are you hungry? Sit down.

I guess, he is hungry.

Let's go, I'll feed you.

Lucifer! Fetch the ball!

Come on, jump!

Stand up.

- What's happening? What time is it? - Forget the time, come on, stand up.

I'll show you something. Come here.

Wait.

Don't look.

I LOVE YOU

Now please you type something.

I already told you that...

people usually dislike the things I write.

It means that they are stupid and they just don't get it.

Everything scared her: the brown impudence of parquet, the golden pathos of trumpets,

the cunning yelping of violins.

She knew: as soon as the curtain rises,

three hundred glances would lick her: the male with desire, the female with envy

She made the first step. The second one followed and...

The curtain swept open, the dazzling light hit her

and they found each other on their own:

the princess and her dance.

That's beautiful.

- Did you like it, indeed? - Very.

Lucifer! Be quiet!

He wants to go outside. I'll walk him.

- Don't go! - I'll be back in a sec.

Just a moment.

Who's that?

How come you're asking? I'm Lucifer. Call me "Lucik". I'm not too proud.

Where is the dog?

My principle is to talk to humans as a human and to dogs as a dog.

Actually, that's what keeps the world going.

Or rather it KEPT the world going.

Come and have a look.

Isn't it beautiful?

What's that?

The world has perished. And you are the reason, by the way.

So do you...?

Have you come to pick up my soul?

I can see you're going off the hooks like hell.

Why would I want your soul? It's no good even for wiping in a closet.

I have you all here, my darlings. For free and forever.

What? Have you swallowed your tongue out of fear?

Bella!

Good guy Glouptsov. You didn't drop dead.

Bastard.

How did I get here?

You've come back to yourself. Welcome home.

You were catching a dog here. What kind of dog is that?

That was you!

- You're the dog! - I'm not a dog for you!

You ate up my pills and I got you off the rap with the keepers

They screwed me because of you!

Wow! Mister Glouptsov in his own person!

Is it settling down a bit? You, the devil fighter.

Let's go, the doctor is impatient to meet you.

- Which doctor? - An ordinary doctor, in white uniform.

You owe me a bottle, Glouptsov. I helped you catching the devils half of the night.

Behave yourself. You're a good guy after all.

Do you know what they do to bad guys here?

What?

They inject sulphasolum into their asses. Have you heard about pyretotherapy?

- Yes. - Good guy.

It's an old time practice to drive out demons with fire.

We are not homosexuals.

We are the frogs who occasionally change their sex.

Listen. Stay away from these. They're completely insane.

If you need anything like vodka, dope, rubbers - we can help.

Where is she?

What have you done to her?

Nothing special.

She's OK. You frequent her quite often as I can see.

You quite like her, right?

Come on, tell me.

What has happened to you? Why were you at the train station?

I was not at the train station.

Not a single time?

Please be precise. Which time interests you?

I mean the last time.

Two days ago we found you at the train station running along the waiting room

crying out some really fearful things I must say.

What's the bullshit? It never happened.

Don't rush, Glouptsov.

You'd better try to remember.

Are you taking me for someone else?

Here's your passport, please.

Andrey Petrovich Glouptsov.

You live at 13G, Second Cattle Drove, apt 16.

The ID card. Industrial engineer at "Kleitouk" plant.

That's right. Andrey Petrovich, what's your malady about?

You're quite an intelligent and educated man.

You used to call me by my first name, so why are you using my full name now?

I'll call you all the names on the earth if you like.

May I?

Your wife is asking to let you go home.

But how can I let you go, if you...

Why are you laying someone else's wife to me?

Andriusha! That's me!

You haven't recognized me, have you?

What's the point of pretending to be my wife?

I'm not a politician, not a millionaire.

What's your profession, by the way?

I'm a writer.

Is that right?

Why are you asking this crock? What can she know?

I guess, that's because of our neighbor, Ivan Pavlovich.

They were friends. Ivan Pavlovich was a good man.

He was retreated. He never smoked or drank.

And here you have. He decided to visit his family at the dacha.

Local hooligans broke into their house in the night.

They thought there was nobody and decided to rob the house.

The whole family... His granddaughter Marinochka wasn't even a schoolgirl.

Stop! That's enough!

I'm sick and tired of this stupid show!

Andriushenka!

Thanks God, I'm not married. I've never worked at "Kleitouk" plant.

I don't even know where it is. And I don't live in Cattle Drive.

And my name is Louptsov.

Oh Lord, what shall we do?

He has to go to work! His boss keeps phoning. He threatens to sack him.

Don't worry. He has no right.

Was he a writer, indeed?

Mind you! What writer?

He writes some nonsense, he only wastes paper.

His friend Pashka is already chief engineer. And this one is still "writer".

He keeps writing on and on. Who on earth needs that?

Last week he declared that he needed a typewriter.

Like, the publisher doesn't accept it in handwriting.

He took the money that we had saved for my fur coat and he bought it!

He didn't even tell me! How could he?

Of course, I couldn't bear that.

So what?

I threw away the typewriter and I gave his petty manuscripts for recycling.

For recycling?

Yes, I overreacted, that's true.

But one could understand me as well!

I'm his wife, after all! I have the right.

Wait for me in the reception room.

Alright, doctor.

That's not good, Andrey Petrovich.

You offended your wife.

Poor thing, she comes here every day.

She sits around half a day waiting for you to become better.

She wanted to meet you, to help you recalling.

I have nothing to talk about with this lady.

Why did you drag me here?

I told you: we found you at the train station.

You were bothering some sleeping people. You crooked a backpack and a suitcase.

- And according to your wife... - I have no wife!

Well, well.

Andrey Petrovich, I'm not insisting.

You may think you're a bachelor. But as long as I can judge

you have selective memory loss.

Rejection of reality, so to say.

Looks like the reason is the dissatisfaction with your condition.

- So you wanted to become a writer? - What "rejection", mind you?

If somebody brought you an alien molly and asked you to recognize her your wife

- what would you do?

Please let me go. I'm completely healthy.

I cannot stay in this hospital.

I cannot let you go.

Where will you go?

To the railway station again?

Why would I need that railway station? God, what are you doing? Let me go!

Let me go!

I warned you, bastard, so don't be offended now.

In order for you to redeem your soul and escape infernal death

for your body and spirit, we tried to turn you towards the righteous path

and we applied various means for it.

However, as you were obsessed with filthy thoughts

driven and perverted by the evil spirit,

you preferred to be eternally tormented in hell

and to be burnt in your flesh

here on earth with the perishing fire,

rather than to follow the sagacious advice

to abandon the blameworthy and pestiferous false doctrines

and aspire to the fold.

Where am I?

"Where"? In hospital!

You've had an injection, that's why you're captured.

It'll chill out soon. Be patient.

I want to be by her side!

She's waiting for me. I know it.

You have nothing to worry about. I'll set you free.

I'll show you the road to her.

Don't gammon me, Lucifer!

You're not embarrassed by the fact that after the death your body

will be into earth, like a mature grain.

So let it ripen here, in hospital.

Have you remembered who you are?

I'm Glouptsov.

I'm industrial engineer.

I work at "Kleitouk" plant.

Louder, please!

I'm Glouptsov! I'm industrial engineer!

I work at the "Kleitouk" plant!

I live with this molly in the Cattle Drove!

Apt 16... Oh my Lord...

What have I done to deserve this?

Open, you, scum! Do you hear me?

Open! Does anybody hear me or not?

What do you want?

I feel better. I've remembered everything.

Why are you standing still? Open up, release me!

Feeling better? Sit quietly, wait for your next fit.

Do you know where she is?

Have you forgotten? She's on treatment in the next section.

He dangles after her every day, yet he doesn't remember.

The plumber! Where is your working conscience?

Oh my Lord.

Bella...

Bella, can you hear me?

I knew that you existed.

I knew.

All of these doctors, this madhouse... I knew.

Can you hear me, Bella?

She doesn't recognize me. You do hear me.

I'm not afraid of anything already.

At first, I was afraid that you didn't exist, you know?

that you were the fruit of my imagination.

But you do exist.

You are here.

We'll be together.

Bella.

Come on, tell me that you're happy to see me.

She won't tell you anything. She doesn't talk since her childhood.

Won't you stop hanging around here?

How can you...

You'd better go to your section, to keep out of harm's way.

Can you hear me, Bella?

No, he doesn't hear you.

Why are you brainwashing me?

"doesn't hear", "doesn't talk"...

How should you know?

I am her mother.

You know it perfectly well.

Yes.

Forgive me please. I'm sorry.

I... She enjoys raspberry jam.

You cooked it for her in a big copper bowl

in a small hut that you had inherited from the granny

in the village with a funny name, Ziuskino.

Let's go, let's go.

That's it. I told you!

Barely a month has passed and you're feeling much better.

Or I'd rather say, you're very well, aren't you?

Yes, doctor. Thank you.

It happens, it happens.

I've prescribed you some pills.

Take one pill every morning, before breakfast,

and the second one after work.

Alright, doctor.

- Tell me, doctor. Can he...? - What do you mean?

Well... You understand me, don't you?

Oh, yeah.

No. I'd rather prefer him to wait.

Yes, sure.

Of course.

Don't listen to what Lydia says. She's an old cow.

Those are just gossips.

We should go to the food shop. To get some sausages and bread.

I ran out of the house and even forgot to carry out the rubbish.

It'll stink horribly there.

- Has the service man come over? - Which service man?

The TV set man.

- I thought, you were hinting... - Yes, he's come over.

He said my TV set was dead.

It was beyond repair.

He offered me to throw it away, and I agreed.

Why pile up that crap at home? It's useless anyway.

So he took it with him.

- How much did he take? - 1200 rubles.

I was waiting for you.

I know it.