All language subtitles for Infinity.1992

INFINITAS

I must sleep no matter what.

- Hello.
- Hello.

What have you thought?
Have you made up your mind?

- Made up my mind?
- Maybe it's not the time.

- Were you sleeping?
- I was trying to.

Bye.

Volodia, It's Valia.

How are you, darling?

- Why?
- You were acting strange.

You need to go and rest
somewhere in the south.

Are you sleeping well?

Call me.

- Hello, my friend.
- Hello.

How are you? I didn't like at
all what happened yesterday.

- It's all fine.
- What was wrong?

- I'm fine.
- You should rest. Go to the sea.

Don't go south. Go somewhere fresher,
The Baltic.

- There's sea there as well.
- "Hard, exhausted sea!"

- What did you say?
- That there are a lot of people.

What does that mean?
You have to live with people.

That could have many advantages.

- Excuse me, I'm calling about the ad.
- What ad?

About some furniture. Have you already
sold the closet and the bookcase?

- The closet?
- Yes, and the bookcase.

Hang up please, you have
the wrong number.

- The line's gone dead.
- Yes, I see.

I know something is wrong with you.

- I swear not.
- You can tell me.

Do you need help
getting through the holidays?

- Is everything all right?
- Yes, yes, fine.

- Excuse me, did you place an ad?
- What bloody ad?

- About furniture.
- What furniture?

Is this 2059234? It says here
you are selling a bookcase.

- What bookshelf?
- Would you be kind enough to describe it?

Describe the bookcase?
Well it is... a bookcase.

It would be much better
if we could have a look.

Don't be insulted, but you are
catching me off guard.

I'm lucky to have found you.

Today is Sunday, we could go to
your dacha. We'll be there right away.

OK, that's lucky for me as well.
Come.

Hello, Volodia. Valia told me
that you are going to he Baltic.

Yeah, the Baltic, the Baltic.

- Congratulations. You're great.
- You too.

Good morning.

We are here for the bookcase.

Nice to meet you.

My pleasure. Please.

Excuse me.

Come in, please.

Nice frame.

It is not for sale.

- Can we see the painting?
- See it? Yes, of course.

- I am sorry.
- That is quite all right.

What is it?

A model thoracic box.

I don't remember whose exactly.
Fonvizin or Byron.

I think it is Byron.

Well, yes, it is Byron.

It could be used as a comparing model.

A friend brought it to me from abroad.

Byron was quite healthy and
was a beautiful man.

He had a limp, but a dashing personality.

And the x-ray is magnificent.

A well made man!

Will you sell us the frame?

Not the frame.

I can give you the x-ray.

Here, here.

- Byron!
- Probably a homonym of yours.

He was a lord. Lord George Gordon.

To think that this is the thoracic box
of a great man's descendant.

Maybe we also have great ancestors.

- Or simply...
- Allow me.

Thank you.

Or simply respectable ancestors.

But we don't know.
We have lost the tradition.

That is a shame!

Well, well.

Good morning.

All the shelves should have
the same width.

- Excuse me, is that for sale?
- Maybe.

- Can I use the phone?
- Yeah, sure.

Thank you very much.

Excuse me, could there be a mistake
in the printing?

What mistake?

- This is a Pawlo closet.
- What?

Pawlo. Pawlowski Style.

Well! I didn't know.

One never stops learning new things.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

I have my doubts.

And you should.
It is not Pawlo, is Jacobean.

My God!

Jacobo Jacob!

I can pay you more, but within a limit.

Because as you can see, the furniture
is in really bad condition.

That is true.

It needs a good restoration.

Everything has to be changed.

And me? In what condition am I in?

Needs varnishing as well.

Finding English varnish nowadays?
Impossible!

We will have to pay the cabinetmakers.

But, where can you find cabinetmakers?
And how much would that cost?

Don't you get it?
We were here before.

- What?
- That's right.

I had already asked the owner.

Excuse me, we are busy, let us finish.

You tell them we were here first.

I know I was before.
I am always before.

Please, open the door.

And leave it open.

I know he is here, but he can't.
He is busy.

- As a souvenir.
- Thanks.

- Excuse me, I think it's working.
- As a souvenir.

- Is the chair part of the lot?
- Yes, of course.

And the dacha is not for sale?

The dacha? No.

In what path is it?

"In the boring Winter path..."
You wouldn't like it.

- Here.
- Thanks.

It's OK, we can handle it.

- And this?
- This is... my bed.

- Really?
- Yes, I sleep there.

Hello, boy.

Come with me.

Don't go far, we will be out as soon
as the traffic light is green.

What?

- Viktor?
- No.

- What am I saying? Serioja!
- Neither.

- I can't remember. Maybe it's age.
- Of course, age.

Mikhail Nikolaevic.

- Do you recognize me now?
- Of course! How couldn't I have?

And you...?

- It's fine. I am Vladimir Prohorov.
- Yes, I recognized you right away.

- We don't see you around often.
- I've been living abroad for some time.

- I have come to look for you.
- When did you arrive?

Why didn't you call me right away?
You probably don't even have my number.

I work around the corner.

- I'm glad to see you.
- So am I.

Do you remember Natascha?
She became a grandmother!

Remember when you spent all night
at her door?

We called you 'The left one'.

Bastards! Hey, and Lioshka?

Lioshka disappeared.

And Valik is still unpredictable.

But, what do we do here?

I have to go.

- See you around!
- Sure!

It was none of that.

Works around the corner.

Oh, the mystery!

Around the corner.

I don't know that man.

- Aren't you ashamed?
- Who is it?

Really, are you not ashamed?

- Valia? Where are you calling from?
- I live in this city!

- But, where are you? How are you?
- Where have you been?

- Well, we have found each other.
- No. I have found you.

Valia, Valia! This is great!

Let's see each other right now. Tell me
where you are and I'll be right there.

You don't need to come.

- Why?
- I am right here.

- What do you mean here?
- Yes, here. Look around you.

Here, right next to you.

You really don't get it, do you?

Switchboard.

Switchboard?
I need a phone number.

- Last name and address.
- What were they...?

- Hold on a second.
- Hurry.

Gatekeeper!

What's the name of the street in front?

- I think it's Naturalists Street.
- That doesn't exist.

- And Patriots Street?
- That's it. What number?

Yes, the street of Young Patriots.

Number?

- Thanks.
- For what?

Do you want the phone number or not?

No, thank you.

Mad fool!

Good morning.

Be ready.

I'll show you where the
Young Enthusiasts Street is.

Why do you dress up like that?
Why are you so covered up?

You wouldn't want me to
freeze, would you? It's winter!

- Come in, please.
- Do you live here?

- Yes, why?
- No, nothing... Are you shivering?

Now we'll light the stove,
even though we don't have wood.

I am going to...

Where are you going?

The axe is behind the door.

My God!

We'll wake up the whole street!

- Where shall I put it?
- Back there.

- Here?
- Yes, all the way back.

- Now we turn it on.
- Great!

Well, the light!

What is it?

- It's fused.
- I'll get a new one.

Where...?

I can't find it.

I'll turn on the one on the table.

- There's more light this way.
- Yes, thank you.

- Have you lived here long?
- A hundred years. Here's a newspaper.

Thank you.

- So, how old are you?
- Me? Two hundred.

- Two hundred?
- Why?

And where did you live the first
one hundred years?

In the stove!

- In the stove?
- What's wrong?

It is nice and warm,
especially in the winter.

- Nice in winter?
- Nice, warm.

- And in the summer?
- Real bad.

There is ash, a lot of ash!

In the summer, bad.

- And in the winter, good.
- In winter, good.

And do you live by yourself?

No.
My mother is at the service.

You are a little bored.
I'll be right back.

OK. But I'm not bored.

- Are you warm already?
- Yes, thank you.

The stove is really doing the trick!

- Would you like to eat something?
- No, thank you.

- How about some tea?
- Tea? Yes.

We don't have anything for a toast.
Let's toast with tea.

Let's!

I'll get the teapot ready.

Fine.

A guitar!

Can you play something?

- No, I can't play it.
- What do you want it for?

I'm a lousy player.

- Can you play? Play.
- I used to know.

No, come on...

Don't go, my dove.
It is sad to live without you.

- I'm not leaving.
- How arrogant!

Promise me you won't forget
when you say goodbye.

Tell me, tell me...

I don't know how it will come out.

This is for you.

The eyes, as autumn weather.
There is no fire in these eyes.

It is a sky that oppresses and suffocates.

That is how she loves me.

It is a sky that oppresses and suffocates.

That is how she loves me.

Goodbye. We leave.
We don't expect mercy.

Day after day,
the void in the chest.

The future is so bleak!

That is how she loves me.

That I show she loves me.

I walk silently in the street
without losing dignity.

I am like an old soldier in a trench.

That is how she loves me.

You say you sing for me,
but you actually aren't.

You sing for other woman.

It's not a beautiful lyric,
Though it is quite old.

It's not old.
A modern poet wrote it.

A magnificent poet whom I love.

You know him too,
and I am quite sure you like him too.

- Did you hurt yourself?
- No.

And what did it have to do with me?
Sky, fall...! Too elevated!

"Oppresses and suffocates.."!

No, that has nothing to do with you.

"Oppresses and suffocates."!
Nothing to do with me!

Think about it: oppresses and suffocates.

It is terrible. Not a good lyric.
And it is rather old.

No, it does talk about you.

"Oppresses and suffocates."

And why?

I will draw you.

The nose, the eyes,
The moustache, the beard...

You tickle me. Your hair is like
a squirrel's tail.

But it won't get up.

What are wrinkles for?
Nothing.

Even though you don't
look like a squirrel.

What animal do I look like?

We all look like some mammal or bird.

- Or a fish.
- A shark.

- A sturgeon.
- A whale.

I don't want to be a fish cause it's wet
And I have seen how their gills open.

- A deer.
- A kangaroo.

A mouse or a stork.

No, the character doesn't resemble me.

- What character does a stork have?
- This!

- And you?
- Terrible! But you are magnificent.

You have a temper.
I knew from the beginning

I am big! Maybe I am an elephant!

- A dinosaur. - I don't want
to be. What if I go extinct?

We won't allow it for
anything in the world.

We won't allow me to be destroyed.

We shall put you in the Red Book cause
you don't look like any existing animal.

None! And what about you?
You don't look like any animal either.

My God, why now suddenly?

Why now?
Why not before or after?

Do you believe in destiny?

- Will this be forever?
- Of course.

Give me your hand to read it.

- You will find a person soon.
- I already have.

Don't sleep.

I only close my eyes,
for controlling myself.

If I open them, you might disappear.

And where would I go?

- What is it?
- Time to get up.

- Why?
- It is time.

I didn't want to go.

Then, why did you leave?
Why?

You told me to go.

It didn't matter what I said,
but what I wanted.

And how could I have known?

I wanted you to leave so badly!

This was meant to be forever.

I thought you were uncomfortable.
And I didn't want to...

For her that was just an excuse.

How could I have felt uncomfortable
if it was meant to last forever?

Uncomfortable!

What a magnificent and elevated excuse!

An excuse.
That was it, Vladimir Ivanovic.

- I am old.
- What does it matter if it is forever?

What a life? How much life is there?

It doesn't matter, it is all ours.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

- Working?
- Indeed.

- What do you think of your work?
- What would we do without him?

Think of him as useful.

Useful to some.

- Aren't you ashamed?
- But why?

If you bury a good person,
you are glad he has lived.

And if you bury a bad one,
Why feel shame?

And how do we distinguish a good person
from a bad one?

We don't care about that.
We only care about the measurements.

- What?
- The height.

If we don't even know him,
how could we be ashamed?

I once knew a...
How do you say?

A blessed.

- Everyone knew him. Jurka.
- It was Jurik!

He was a clown, but harmless.

Almost like a child.

I knew him.

Poor Jurik.

- Is he dead?
- Yes.

For long.

Turn up the volume, I can't hear.

It is great to carry a radio.

When there is a burial,
it helps us work.

We hear the weather forecast.

Forecasts are important for those of us
who work with earth.

Tune it well.

We have to help each other.
The dead can't dig.

That's fair.

Why are people afraid of dying?

Imagine If death didn't exist.

The planet would be crowded.

A bloody crowd!

It's all wisely calculated.
His woman is a matron and he is here.

A very useful job.

The garden needs to be looked after.

I didn't say that.

Walter, a very clever
guy did some time ago.

- Voltaire! - Welter or Walter,
what's the difference?

It's the same for us.

- Who's going to be buried here?
- Some...

What was his name?

Prohorov!

Who, who?

Aren't you wrong?
I am Prohorov.

How could I be wrong?
I have the receipt right here.

Wait a minute.

I'm not wrong.

Here it is!

- V. I. Prohorov.
- It is not Prohorov, it is Prohorciuk.

What is the difference?

Watch your step.

No hurry, there is time.

- Careful!
- Don't forget to pass here!

Look at him!

Ah, it's you!

I am right next to the bakery.

Then you are near number 12. I'm on
the corner. Come, I'll wait for you.

OK, I'll be right over!

Coming, coming...

On the corner...

Be a fireman?
Interesting. I'm curious.

Please, come in.
Did you have problems finding it?

- You told me on the corner.
- Exactly.

There's the water drift.
I thought you were a fireman.

Valeshka, could you make us some tea?

- What is this? A TV?
- Yes, a TV.

What's wrong?

- Very pretty.
- And made in this country.

- How long since you last rested?
- And also with that?

Humanity is divided between those
who rest regularly and those...

Yes, yes, but you need to rest.

- Do you watch football?
- Yes, I do, I do.

But now we are going to watch you.

- Why is the screen round!
- Cause the ball is round!

- Shall I take the jacket off?
- No need.

- I'll take it off anyway.
- Fine.

Valeshka, hold on to it.

Come in here and lay your back.

Like this. Your arms.

- How?
- Like this.

Relax.

Hands behind your head.

Turn right.

Take a deep breath.

Very good.

Hold your breath.

Breathe again.

You're missing something, but
you got nothing superfluous.

What is that?

A technical failure. Don't worry.

That eases me.

I'm not dead,
I only have a technical failure.

How funny!

You are ready for the main event.

Tell me honestly,
Did you really not recognize me?

- No, but now I do.
- You sure?

You are funny too.
You didn't recognize me either.

You just made up that x-ray device.

You wanted to pass through me
with those rays!

How clever!

But tell me, am I half dead,
or is it a technical failure?

About that coffin,
want to hear a funny story?

A man in a white robe
comes into a hospital.

And asks: "Who had the last
analysis made?"

"Me", answers a male nurse.

- "What is your height?"
- "Why do you ask, doctor?"

"I'm not the doctor,
I'm the gravedigger."

- Misha!
- At last you recognize me!

Please, could you come for a moment?

Can you play something for me?
It's really important.

Guys, let's give it a try.

Let's play.

By request of an honorable guest of
the town we offer a retro dance.

The tango "Rains"!

Thank you.

- I know of a remedy for baldness.
- Really?

You have to eat a lot of anchovies and sleep
with a cup of water next to your bed.

When the hairs come out to drink water,
you tie them up so they don't hide again.

- Well, you're here.
- Yes.

And this?

Careful!

Thanks a lot.

Be happy!

I don't know what to do.

We haven't seen each other in many years.

When will we meet again?

In another 20 years?

Who knows!

I'm always late.

I can't manage to do anything on time.

Late.

How many things have escaped?

When I die, the grave shall read:

"Here lies a man who was always late."

Come on, never mind.

How many things shall we miss in life
by rejecting them?

Can I have a light?

Thank you.

I've seen that man just a few seconds.

It may have been one of the most
important meetings in all my life.

But I didn't realize that.

Did you see how fast the match burnt?

END OF THE FIRST PART

INFINITAS
SECOND PART

- Is something wrong?
- No, nothing.

Well, nothing.

"It isn't beyond the mountains,
it isn't beyond the valleys."

"Nor the mountains nor the valleys."

"Nor the distant sea."

- What are you looking at there?
- Nothing. Nothing good.

What's wrong? What's eating you?

Nothing in particular.

And why do you suffer?
It's as if you just came from a funeral.

- Tell it to me, it'll do you good.
- You think?

Are you OK?
Does your head ache?

No. I'm fine.

Don't keep it to yourself!

Let it go!

- Have you ever thought?
- Sure!

Of course!

What do you mean?

Have you ever thought about
the existence of the end?

What afflicts me is to know
that I have an end.

To know that life and day
have an end.

Of course, I don't think about it all
the time, otherwise I couldn't live.

But my thoughts lead me to
that idea.

Of course I get it.

I know it's an unavoidable
biological process.

But that comforts me.

The brain is a perfect creation,
the result of centuries of evolution.

And that miracle of nature,
refuses to be understood and accepted.

It doesn't matter what I think
or want.

Want it or not, the time comes.

Excuse me if I lay it off on you. Although
it is confusing, I hope you understand.

You can live for a long time.

Until an age where you don't
even know how to be alive.

When you are not even good for thinking!

I wouldn't want that.
That's even worse. Something terrible.

Just thinking about it,
I'm invaded by...

Horror!

But then, what do we choose?

What's better?
To realize or not to?

Realize that it is perishable
and just accept it?

That awareness of the end
is a tragic feeling.

Do you understand?

No.

How?

I have never thought about that.

I have thought about it, but haven't
gone deeper than that.

- Do you know what makes us different?
- What?

You are immortal and I'm not.

I envy you.

"In the field of blue flax
the blue wave extends".

"The prairie looks marbled in colors".

"What a shame!
Soon arrives the harvest."

You are very quiet.
Did I surprise you?

Yes, I wasn't expecting it.
What should I call him?

Father, or...?

Not by the name.
I don't even know him.

Call me anything you want. Vasya.

You really knew my father.

It doesn't matter.
Call me whatever you want.

How did you recognize me?

How did you know I'd arrived?

It's a small town. Not easy to hide.

And besides, I know all
my fellow parishioners.

Parishioners?

One immediately notices
someone like you.

I've seen you near the old shelter.

- Are you there?
- Yes.

- His father's name was Serioja.
- Yes, that was his name.

- And?
- He died long ago.

- Parishioners!
- It's going to rain.

The birds fly low.

I've lived life. Do you get it, Vasya?

I've lived it and know nothing
about it. Nothing!

One good day, all this stops
and it's the end. A technical failure!

The only comfort is that you
will officiate mass.

I shall say some immortal Russian words.

You can't, that's a sin.

- Are you afraid of death?
- Are you not?

- Have you ever been?
- Only fools are not afraid.

That's it! That means we are intelligent.

Maybe knowing it is even worse.

And when you are this bad,
you must drink vodka.

Well then, let's drink vodka.

- But, can you drink vodka?
- Occasionally.

And isn't this a good time?

You know how terrible and strange
it is to be in that state.

I walk through town wondering
if it is indeed my town.

I hear the voices of my contemporaries.

And there's a question that
torments me all the time.

Am I guilty of something?

Maybe you are.

I can't get near my house.
I can't get the path right.

I get to the Mail and I stop.
My legs won't walk any further.

It's like...

A dream.

And worst of all, I can see this dream.

A town in the fog.

What?

"A town amidst the fog."

"The sea on one side.
Italy, on the other."

"And from here you can see
the houses of the peasants."

Gogol, Nikolai Vassilievic.

"The house that shines
blue in the distance."

"My mother seated in the window."

Vasya, do you believe in God?

Holy Virgin!

Save your poor son.

Shed a tear over his head.

Holy Virgin!

Save your poor son.

Shed a tear over his head.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Don't you remember?

- How?
- Remember!

"First: if you want to talk to me,
why don't you?"

- "And if I want to reply..."
- "Why don't I?"

Whitman. Of course I remember.

Do you remember anything else?

"I look at young women.
Young women are so beautiful..."

No, thanks, I don't smoke.

What is that?

- It's for you.
- For me?

I'm here. I look, I think.

I have carried it with me for a long
time and now I want to give it to you.

- Me?
- These are fragments of the past.

These are the negatives.

Here are the faces of people that
are long gone.

These are not famous people.
No historic interest.

These are normal people.
But they lived on this Earth.

And they are also in the daguerreotypes.

And I want to give them to you.

And why?

I've been here watching for a long time.

I was looking for someone to give them to
with ease of mind, but just couldn't decide.

And why me?

To you, because your face inspires trust.

Don't ever lose them.

I'm only asking that,
don't ever lose them.

- I'll try.
- Appreciate it.

Look.

They lived...

Lived in this earth.

Who of us will have to celebrate
alone the last day of the institute?

You talk as if you were
a contemporary of his.

Why not?

We have things to remember,
to be proud of, don't we?

I dare to say so.

Yes, I dare to.

If I stop to think about it,
I feel like a really happy man.

And you?

- Bye.
- Are you leaving?

I wonder how old?

What's the difference? It doesn't matter
how many years, but the quality of days.

Bye.

- I'll join you.
- No need.

I've almost reached the end.
There are only a few steps left.

Bye.

Why are you always following me? What
do you want? Leave me alone, go away.

Look what you have been brought down to.
Look what you have become.

- Look at that gut!
- Leave me alone!

You're covered in hair like a bear.

You're idle all day.

Alone, I'll think alone.

Alone.

What's wrong?

What the hell is this?

Again.

Easy.

Easy.

It's horrible.

In front of people.

No, it's silly.
Everything is all right.

How embarrassing!
It may rain.

But, why?

How awful!
In front of everyone!

Soon to follow the road.

Only one person will remain.

What an absurd scene!

What's wrong?
What's wrong, my dear?

It's hard, mom.

It's OK. Everything will be fine.

You've got your full life ahead of you.
Life isn't easy, but you shall live.

I know, mom.
But sometimes I lack the strength.

It's all right.

What can I do?

Cry a little.

My baby...

There, there...

You're quiet now.

My baby, my angel.

Ivan, close the window
or the glass will break.

Cuska, you've recognized me!

Good morning.

- What's your name buddy?
- Volodia.

- Why are you crying?
- They won't let me play.

No, Volodia, don't cry.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Please, don't cry.

Don't cry, please.

Excuse me, I was distracted.

I have been waiting for quite long.

How are you?

What can I say?

Normal.

I haven't asked you about your fever
or your stomach.

And forgive me,
nor your business.

Normal.

What's wrong?

How do you live? How do you breathe?

What worries you? What's eating you?

What do you expect? What do you like?
Where are you going?

That's what I would like
to know about you.

What do you believe in?

Have you improved over us?

You should have.

It's been a hundred years.
You've had plenty of time.

Forgive me.

It's understandable,
the century is coming to an end.

We are in the frontier.
On the threshold of a new century.

Scary to think about it.

The nineteenth century
is coming to an end.

What did you say?

This room is uncomfortable.

It would be better to turn off the light.

It's a bright night anyway.

I really appreciate it.
I didn't want to be alone now.

I've greeted him in a hurry,
he shook my hand and left.

As I was walking, I followed him
with my gaze and wondered.

How relative time is! How impetuous!

When I was born, Pushkin was alive.
He still had two more years to live.

Seems like yesterday!
And now he's gone.

Like falling leaves.

He died a year after that encounter.

But thank God, Tolstoy is alive.

I want to light the candles.

- You'll light them tomorrow.
- Can I draw?

Yes, but tomorrow.
You'll light the candles and draw.

- I don't want to sleep!
- It's OK, it's time.

Tell Daddy good night.

Good night, Dad.

Why are you in the dark?
Let your guest join us.

Our guest!

I'm glad to see you. Come in, please.

Finally!

Listen carefully.

Can you hear how the last minutes go by?

Let's keep silent and ask a wish.

What surprises does destiny hold for us?

What is this really all about?

There's no forgiveness,
as a sweeper used to say.

- A prophet sweeper?
- Why not?

That was a very famous sweeper.

What's the parable about?

Always the same!

The absolution of sins.

Is that all, prophet?

- Wanna bet?
- OK. Who cuts?

I'm out, gentlemen.

How can you talk like that?

We are in the twentieth century!
This had never happened before!

I see the sky clear,
clouds dispersing.

How can you, gentlemen?

You're an angel, Lienoska.
An angel from the Christmas tree.

I kiss the tips of your wings.

How could you?

Bravo, bravo!

To happiness! To happiness!

The sin... The sin.

- And can't you change anything?
- I think not.

- But it may be delayed.
- No, it's business, we must go.

- And you, Volodia?
- We should do it.

- I'm under the impression that...
- What impression?

I think you're not
satisfied with each other.

You're mad.

And who isn't? Facts of life.

You ain't right.

May you be angry with me?

- That's foolish!
- Why?

It's true.
Why would you be mad at me?

Sin...

You have to go.

Now you can't change anything.

Sin...

Do you want me to read your hand
before we go?

Give me your hand.

How weird. You life-line
is still the same.

That can't be possible.
There aren't two of the kind.

But in yours, you can't see clearly.

Yours is more concrete.

Many things happen to you, Volodia.

Joyful, painful...

This shouldn't be taken seriously.

True, true.

There'll be good weather tomorrow.
Shall we do something?

Let's go somewhere.
To the woods, for example.

Agreed.

Do you want more?

Thanks.

Shall we predict the future with a book?

Give me that one.

It's Oriental poetry.

You first, Vladimir Ivanovic.
Give me a page and a line.

Page 157, sixth line from the bottom.

"Time has taken a different face.
The circle of life is closing."

"The tears of love and the caresses
of friends disappear in eternity."

- Now you, Volodia.
- First lines of page 273.

"Your long braid takes my life away."

"Your glance, like night,
takes my life away."

"You avoid encounters and
make me promises: today, tomorrow..."

"The poison of these
promises takes my breath."

You again, Vladimir Ivanovic.

The end of page 59.

"Through the divine path,
he disdained earthly goods."

"And couldn't distinguish between
the path and the ravine."

And now a prediction for me.

- Give me a page, Volodia.
- 32.

Last lines.

"No matter how hard you try to break my bond,
you shan't escape from the arms of my love."

How boring it is today!

Why are you so quiet?

Why?

Again!

'The wasp in the ropes.'

Don't leave, my dove.
It's sad to live without you.

Promise me you won't forget me
when you say goodbye.

Tell me you love and remember me.

Tell me. Tell me you love me.

Platoon, halt!
Right!

Attention!

Flag alignment! Flag in front!

Bayonets at ease!

Right!

March!

- Where are you going?
- Me?

- Where do you plan to go?
- Nowhere in particular.

- I want to walk for a while.
- What a coincidence!

- I also wanted to take a walk.
- Let's go together.

The weather is good. That's a sign.

Do you believe in signs?

Yes, those are things
that are difficult to let go.

Let's go. Let's go together.