Original subtitles

THIS FILM CONTAINS SMOKING SCENES AND CONSUMPTION OF ALCOHOL

REMEMBER THAT EXCESSIVE DRINKING AND SMOKING IS BAD FOR YOUR HEALTH

Translation by Kukazumba & Tangent_man24. Copyright reserved.

(Playing with no sound)

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

(Mother) -Andrei, come eat!

-I'll eat at school, mom.

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

-That's it, that's it, get the fuck out of here!

Or I'll hit you with this plank!

Fucking chushpans!

-Hi. -Sup.

Have you prepared the report? -Uh-huh, yeah.

-Can I have a look? -Wait, wait!

Wait, I'm telling you! Stop, stop.

Ugh!

Shut it! Thanks.

"Filmstrip" are chushpans!

Phew!

-Don't look there.

-Asses up!

You need a personal invitation?

Got money? -Huh?

-I'm saying, do you have money?

-No. -Ok, let's do this...

If I find it, you both get punched in the face.

Deal?

-Ok, deal. -I see you don't have any for sure.

You, hop.

C'mon, hop!

(clanking) Something's clanking, empty your pockets.

Shouldn't have fucked with me.

So, how do we punish you? What do you think, chushpan?

-I'm not a chushpan. -Well, what are you then?

-A human. -A faggot is also a human, so?

-A human is a human.

-Cut the crap.

You hit him in the "plywood" .

But hard.

If you don't, you're screwed.

-No.

-You've decided.

BOY'S WORD - BLOOD ON ASHPALT EPISODE 1

-Asshole! Fucking dick! I have...

remembered him. My cousin, he's an Elder, from "Razyezd".

-From where?

-"Razyezd". You haven't heard? The largest gang.

Well, maybe not the largest, but tatars are there.

I'll tell him, he'll rip him apart!

-Here, take my money, 20 kopeks.

-Rakhmat (thanks), bro.

(knock on the door) -Good morning, may I?

-Quickly. -Thank you.

-You dare to be late?

Vasiliev, what did we speak about?

What did you have to prepare?

-A report about Devyatayev. -Then hurry to the blackboard and read it.

What in the world is this?

-I dropped it. "Mikhail Petrovich Devyatayev.

Was born in..." -What kind of attitude is this?

-"...Spasskiy county." -No, my dear, this unacceptable.

You're reading about the hero of the Soviet Union!

The man hijacked a plane with maps! And you?

-Guys! -Out, Konevich, not in the middle of a lesson.

-We have an announcement. Irina Sergeyevna, come in, please.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

-Please excuse us, we'll be quick.

-Let's fight the street hooliganism together!

-Yes, thank you, Denis.

Today at 3 o'clock there'll be a meeting at the assembly hall.

Our Minor Affairs Department together with the Komsomol unit

will hold a discussion devoted to protecting our city from juvenile gangs.

-Everybody who's ready to join... -Hold up.

This is important. So please, come.

This doesn't just concern the boys.

Sorry for the interruption.

-Let's put an end to this crime together! Stop trembling before this riffraff!

Together we'll fight, together...

-Konevich would just want to start another "gang".

We have NO gangs here!

-Ah! Vasiliev, come here!

(speaks English) Hello! How do you do?

-I'm fine, thanks. And you, Flyura Gabdulovna?

-I want to tell you about one problem.

We have a boy who needs your help.

Is it clear? -Well.

(in Russian) -"Well"! Don't "well" me here!

One boy needs to be helped with his English.

A good boy, bright head, only his English is a total failure.

(in English) Let's go!

(in Russian) Wake up! Say hello to Vasiliev.

He'll tutor you.

An hour here and there, and you might make some progress.

(Andrei) -One... Five... Eight... Twelve.

-Okay, let's bounce.

If we run into the Boys, I don't know you.

Got cigarettes?

-Don't smoke. -Crap, what kind of a dude are you huh?

Neither has he shit, nor even a spoon to eat it with.

Mr. Tolya!

Hullo, Mr. Tolya!

Get up!

Can you make it to your place?

There's a man here with signs of a stroke. 8 Bessarabenko street, first entrance.

Help me. -But he's only drunk.

-They won't come otherwise.

You always have to get them up, understand?

Or they'll freeze to death.

Mr. Tolya is an amazing guy. He lways shares fish, when he catches any.

Let's take him inside the building, it's warmer in here.

Hi, Mom!

-Hi!

Oh, you brought a friend with you. And what's the friend's name?

-Yeah, what's the friend's name? -Who?

Ah, Andrei. -He'll help me with English.

-That's awesome. You guys come in while I'm serving the meal.

-Need to use the shitter.

(J. S. Bach - "Menuet C-Moll")

-What a good boy.

It's beautiful, really.

None of us can play it, imagine.

It was left to us ater Grandpa died, now it's standing here uselessly.

Marat, can you hear Andrei playing? -Uh-huh!

(flushing toilet sound)

-Let's go before the food gets cold. Let's go eat.

You go to music school? -Yes.

-And can you play Laskoviy Mai? "Sedaya Noch".

And again it's the grey night...

-Well, not yet, but we can figure it out, if you want.

Yours? -I wish!

It's my brother's. Vova Adidas - maybe you've heard of him?

His photo's over there. A champion in his weight class.

-Brother? -Well, half-brother, we have the same dad.

He's in Afganistan now - reconnaissance company.

He'll arrive and then everything will change!

He was an Author in his age group. -Did he write songs or something?

-Are you retarded?

"Author" means "authority".

Okay, let's get started with English.

How to say: "Откуда будешь?"

-Where are you from. -"From" is what?

-"From" is "откуда". And "будешь" is "are".

Like soft "R", English. -Yeah, yeah, got it.

-And here's how you reply: "I'm from..." -Kazan, USSR.

-Kazan, Tatarian ASSR.

-I am from Kazan, Tatarian A S S R.

-Very good, Marat.

-Sorted, then.

Can you do my math too? Let's go hang out.

-Yes, I can. -Let's go check out mesh-caps in the commission shop.

In shop. -In THE shop.

What are mesh-caps? -Are you retarded for real?

-Exactly two.

25 rubles?

Nobody would give me that much money.

-Me neither.

(Kombinatsiya - "Ne Zabyvai" playing on the radio)

-Hello, could you please show me that fan?

-A fan? -Yeah, I want to make a present for my mom.

-Which one? -The red one, over there.

(vendor) -A beautiful thing.

-No, actually show me the blue one.

(thump of a fallen object)

-Oh you bastard! Hey you, stop! I'll remember you!

(Kombinatsiya - "Ne Zabyvai")

-Check if she's running after us.

-There's nobody.

-Well, it's not bad. Here you are.

Take it, your share.

Okay then, see you tomorrow.

-See you.

(mother) -Why so late, son?

What are you hiding there? Cigarettes?

God, what's this?

-Er, Mom, it's a mesh-cap.

-Foreign? U S A. How much for this?

-Don't know. It's a gift.

-Whose gift? -A friend's.

What kind of friend gives such presents? Is it your birthday or something?

What if he asks you to do something for this cap?

-But why? -Who's that friend? What's his name?

I'm calling his parents. His parents buy him a lot, and he gives it away.

What's his phone number?

Tell me the number. -He doesn't have a phone. It's Marat.

I'm helping him with school English. And he gave me the cap. Quid pro quo.

-Quid pro quo? Have you lost your mind?

To take presents from a stranger. Tomorrow give it back to him.

-Oh, Mom. -I've spoken.

-I've spoken! -Go to bed.

-I don't say hi to chushpans.

-Did you sew yourself in gang?

-What's funny?

-What's going on, guys? -I lost money because of you. 3 rubles.

-When? -On the bus.

-But it was only 30 kopeks.

And not because of me.

-Are you fucking counting my money? Am I bullshitting you?

Tomorrow you'll bring me 3 rubles.

-Where do I get them? -Should I fucking care?

Or maybe I should put you on the counter? 3 rubles, tomorrow!

-Well, fuck you.

-Hey, what's going on here? Did you attack him?

Did they attack you? -No.

-You may deny it, but we just witnessed a terrible situation here.

You secretly beat up your friend, take away his... juice or whatever.

-Did we take it away though? Fuck this juice.

-Listen to me!

If we see that this continues,

you'll be placed on report.

Is that clear?

-Tomorrow. You understand? -No, I don't.

-Off you go!

He's told you everything.

Next time call for help, immediately.

If you let them treat you like that, you'll be their whipping boy until you leave school.

Come to the the meeting tomorrow. Komsomol Unit is power, get it?

-It's true. -Will you come?

-For sure.

-Tell them to fuck off. Komsomol guys are fat fucks.

-What does "UKK" mean? -"Universam" are Kings of Kazan.

(Yuri Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")

Boom, fast, with the right hand! Boom! See? Let's get you started then.

Are you stupid? -Sorry.

-Bitch!

-А-а!

-Six.

Hey guys, playing hockey?

G-o-a-l! -Learn, guys.

Is it fibreglass? -Yes.

-I'll borrow it till Monday. -Hey, give it back!

-I will, I'm giving you the Boy's word. -Oh please, give it back!

-Will you give the stick back? -To who? It's mine.

-But you gave the Boy's word. -It doesn't count with chushpans.

The Boy's word works only among the Boys.

And again it's the grey night...

(studying English)

-Hey!

What are you doing, bastards!

-But even you can't help me...

Before there were only bums drinking here. My brother kicked them out, brought a couch.

More! C'mon! You think it's easy in Afganistan?

(song) You know everything without words, it's all been clear to you,

Only hiding the sight of your stunning eyes...

Inhale smoke and say: "Apothecary". A-a-apothecary.

-A-a-apothecary.

(coughs)

And how does one sew himself in a gang? -First someone has to vouch for you.

Then you come, answer some questions. -What did they ask you?

-Many things. Why I decided to join the Street. -And what did you answer?

-"I'm tired of being a chushpan. Wanna be with the Boys".

-A-a-apothecary...

-And again it's the grey night, and I only trust it...

-Stop it! You can't play normally! -No, YOU can't!

-Are you nuts?

(song) But even you can't help...

-Stop! Catch the thief!

Is nothing for me alone, such nothing as none.

-Excuse me, do you have 2 kopeks? -Excuse me, do you have 2 kopeks to make a call?

-How much did you "shoot"? -12 kopeks.

-It's only enough for the citrus ones.

...He's screaming something: "А-а-а!"

-...Is nothing for me alone, such nothing as none.

Good job.

(J. S. Bach - "Prelude and Fugue in C Major")

-Super!

Buldyrasyn! (Well done!)

What's up, won't close?

Let me help. -You'll break it.

-Don't be afraid.

Here you are.

-Thanks.

-So, what class are you from?

-Violin. -I'm from guitar.

Wanna come to my concert? Give me your phone number and I'll invite you.

-I won't come.

They don't teach guitar here.

-Marat!

Trying to sneak away from me?

-Nah, I was tying my lace.

-You have to be first to approach an Elder, according to etiquette.

I'd "explain" that to you, if it wasn't for your brother.

-Uh-huh.

Well, then I can go?

-Sure, go.

Marat!

Yo. We need to go pick up some Boys.

Remember Sivuha? -Yes.

-The man's getting out of prison. What a pleasure.

We need to meet him, right?

-Sure. -But you know...

His car is dirty. It looks really bad in front of the People.

One has to wash it. To welcome the Boy.

In a Human way.

I can't myself, I'm a little sick.

Boogers.

Help me out, yes?

Thanks.

-You got put to work?

-By Kashey? -Uh-huh.

Maybe give me a hand? -Nah bro, we were slaving at it last week,

no offence.

-Hey!

-3 rubles. And if you don't bring them, it'll be like that every day.

(coughs)

(coughs)

-I'm done.

-Thank you, Marat! Come here.

Sit down, relax.

-I have to go home. -You'll go later!

Sit down, hang out with the People.

-Sit down, I said.

Home is where the People are.

-Isn't it?

I see you're clearly a normal guy.

I asked him not out of duty but out of friendship.

He went and got it done. Not like your brother.

His brother is a cool guy too though.

-You're Adidas' bro, yeah?

Pour him some.

-Nah, I don't drink. -Yeah, and don't smoke.

Who are you saving your health for?

For dear mother, huh?

Here you go, have a smoke.

Here you can, with the People.

And when you become a Man, we might get you in some "business".

Wanna do some "business"? We're missing one person.

And you pretty much suit us.

(door opens)

-Mom, just don't get scared.

-You put it even scarier. What hapenned?

God, What's this?

-I fell down from a gymnastics horse, can you believe it?

(sister giggles) -Fell down from a horse!

-Very funny.

Was P.E. class today? -The English teacher got sick, so they replaced her with P.E.

-Alright, I'll apply some iodine.

Why didn't you go to the infirmary? -It doesn't hurt, nothing serious.

Mom, can you give me 2 rubles? -2 rubles? What for?

-We're going on an excursion to Lenino-Kokushkino. To see where Lenin was hiding.

-What do you mean "hiding". He didn't HIDE there, his mother lived there.

A jolly place, you even breathe differently there.

Why so much? Are you going there in a taxi?

It's a lot, insanely. -Well, Flyura Gabdulovna said 2.

-Probably because the meal is included.

Okay, I'll call Farida, you can borrow it from her. When do you need it?

-On Friday, but...

Actually the due date is tomorrow. We had to bring it a long time ago.

And I forgot.

-No, you can't on Friday.

On Friday we are going to the cemetery to take care of grandpa's grave.

I'll write a note that you can't go.

Let's fix you up.

-Wow, who did that? -None of your business.

I see you got something too?

-What's wrong? -Ciao.

-Oh, Andrei!

Hi. Why are you not coming in? Want breakfast?

-I'd love to. -Then come on in.

-Bitch.

-You guys fought with each other yesterday? Marat told me stories about P.E.

It's fine. What's important is that you guys made up, yes?

I'm glad you are both doing some music.

Marat says you're playing. -We're practicing bit by bit.

-Wonderful, perhaps you'll start a band. You just need a couple more dunces.

Like The Beatles. It's better than hanging around the streets, isn't it?

-A lot.

-Look, I was thinking, maybe you can help me too?

Iskander is shaking me down for 3 rubles. Bullies me, says I'm chushpan and stuff.

-WHO are you though?

-I'm...

-You're a chushpan indeed.

-I'm not a chushpan. -Did you promise any money to that Iskander?

That's it then. Just don't give it to him. I won't jump in for you.

-Can I join your group then?

-What fucking group? -Umm, sew myself in.

-No.

-But why?

-Guys, you're going to be late.

-Really, why not? I've seriously considered it, I'm down.

-Look, that's not for guys like you. You're a musician, Boys crack skulls like yours open like piggy banks.

If I take you, you'll get cold feet, and they'll fuck me up.

Don't follow me.

I'll kill you!

(sounds of violin)

-Hello. -What do you want?

-Excuse me, could I speak to the girl for a moment.

I'm a friend of Marat, the guitar guy. Could you come out for a second?

-Akhmerova, tell your friends that all problems are to be solved after classes.

-It's the first time I see him. -That's not true.

Excuse me. Irina Aleksandrovna asked for Akhmerova's phone number.

(Turbo) -Listen here, kiddos.

If I catch you, any of you smoking, you'll get it from me. Each of you.

Because here it's like in the army: one for all.

If I learn that you steal from your fellas,

we'll sew you out, so hard, that even your mom won't recognize you.

Is that clear? (kids) -Yes!

-Okay, next.

-Marat!

-Wait a sec, he's from the hood.

We'll settle it now.

Have you fucking lost your mind?

-I brought the phone number. -It's a gathering. Strangers aren't allowed.

-Akhmerova's number. The violin girl.

-Fuck off. -Marat!

Problems? -No, that's okay.

Get outta here before we end you. -Okay-okay.

-Marat! Who's that with you?

-Hi, guys! I've come to sew myself in.

-Whoa!

Marat, do you really know him?

-Yes, It's... -Of course he knows.

He said it'd be on his head. He's just a little nervous.

-And you... came here to join Komsomol?

(laughs)

Any fuck-ups with him? What can you say about this person?

-Actually none. -I wasn't asking you.

-I don't know of any fuck-ups with him. -So, he's a normal guy?

-Seems normal. -He seems or IS normal, Marat?

-No fuck-ups with him.

-And why did you come to us?

-Got sick of being a chushpan.

Wanna be with the Boys.

-Have you ever snitched on guys at school? -Never. And I won't.

-Ever hung out with dick-suckers or their friends?

-Dick-suckers? Never.

-Sure? -Absolutely.

-Ready to donate to the Common fund? -Ready.

-Why didn't you come earlier?

-I had a music class.

-Musician!

That's something new.

Let him fight with Marat.

You hear me? You brought him, so you fight him.

Let's see what you're made of.

-C'mon, Marat! -Let's go, let's go!

(crowd cheering up)

-You're fucked.

(shout approvingly)

-C'mon! -Beat him!

(shout)

-Let's go! -Beat him more!

-He'll break.

-C'mon! C'mon!

-Enough!

I said enough.

(everybody goes silent)

(Basta - "Na zare") Steady haul of my fate,

Night, woe and glee of my soul,

Moonlight glow and rain in May...

Are in the skies.

At the dawn...

voices are calling me.

At the dawn...

the skies are calling me.

-Watch out! Cops!

-Wait! I know you!

(mother) -Son, are you home?

(crying) We're going to the police!

It can't be like this any longer.

-Now everything will be okay, mom.

-Did you bring it? -No. And I won't.

-Get ready to die then. -Sup, Andrei!

The Boy is with us now.

-I see.

-Now remember.

You're a Boy now. Now you're with the Street,

and everybody else is your enemy.

This all began with "Teplokontrol" (Tyap Layp).

Around 10 years ago they did a "run" in the territory of the "Novotatarskaya" gang. With sawn-off shotguns.

Threw grenades at the locals. "Tyap Lyap" were batshit crazy!

Almost everybody was sent to prison. Two were executed.

"Novotatarskaya".

"Boriskovo".

"Pervaki".

Here's "Khadi Takhtash", the tough ones. Once they flipped a trolleybus.

They spotted "Kurchatovs" in their territory,

chased the trolleybus, surrounded it.

Well... and flipped it over.

"Kurchatovs" got really fucked up that day.

And "Khadi" of all ages were arrested by cops, like 60 people.

Here are "Sovietski". One holiday they took flags off the biuldings,

sharpened those things on top, and attacked "Adelka" with them.

Freaking revolutionaries.

"Quarters".

"TV-studio".

"Teapots".

They once went for a "run" with teapots,

and the name stayed.

Here are "Bottoms".

"Mud".

And "Filmstrip", you already know.

This is all just basics. Did you hear about the Standing On the Lake?

What d'you know in life at all?

It was a fenomenal day.

250 snouts vs. 250 snouts.

"Zhilka" and "Mud" were rumbling.

Then the "centaurs" turned up - an entire squad of horseback patrols.

Lots of people stamped the ground there. Everybody knows about this legendary battle.

-How can one remember it all?

-Once you get hit in the "plywood", you memorize it instantly.

Good afternoon! Can I speak to Aigul?

-Hello, yes? -Aigul?

My name's Marat. Mikhail Devyatayev Komsomol unit's organizer.

Our unit invites you to join our ranks. Please, write this down.

Every Sunday our unit gets together at the Cultural center at 4pm.

-Okay. -Alright then, we'll be waiting.

Let's go.

-What's the name of our age in the gang?

-Either Eggshells,

or kiddos.

(Zima) -Sup guys, smoking?

Swallow it, dear Marat.

And you? Are you fearless or what?

-Sorry.

-Boys don't apologize.

-What this time? -Smoking.

-You? -No, me.

-The first four!

Come here!

-Don't dodge.

-From what? -Just don't.

-Come here.

Any chronic diseases? -Flatfoot.

-Next.

Next.

Your brother will come back and beat you up himself. Go.

Huh?

Hey!

Now you.

-Here, apply.

Imagine, Turbo is taking us to Moscow. Going tomorrow.

-For what?

-Are you dumb?

It's MOSCOW.

D'you have money for a ticket?

-No.

-You need to get it then.

-Contest you say?

-Yes, I need 3 rubles.

-Your solfeggio teacher called me an hour ago.

You haven't been at solfeggio.

You haven't attended classes for 3 days, confess.

-I...

He just didn't notice me. I'm like sitting at the back of the class.

-Son, does anybody bully you?

If so, you must tell me.

I'll talk to them, I'll go to the principal.

We'll move, after all. If it's needed.

-Why move, mom?

-Your father wouldn't have let this happen.

-Everything's okay, mom.

-It's not okay, Andrei! I don't recognize you. Do you understand?

You've completely changed, like you're frozen.

Like there's ice in you heart. -Mom...

-You're not going to school tomorrow.

I'll warn them. We'll go to the police.

Where are you going?

-I'll be back soon. -No.

I'm not letting you anywhere.

-Please let me go. -No!

Andrei!

Andrei! -Don't hurt mom!

-I'll be back soon!

(cries)

-Don't cry. He'll be right back.

-Almost new. 10 rubles.

-Two. -How two? Two - no.

-Look for another fool.

-What have you got there?

-Nothing. -Show me, don't be afraid.

-For you the price is 8.

-And for the watch? -It's my father's. It's not for sale.

-4 rubles.

Train Kazan-Moscow is departing from track 4.

(laughter)

-Ah, you made it? -Yeah, but I'm in carriage 7.

-Let's go have a smoke.

-Let's go.

Take.

Smoke.

-Can I? -In such a coat - no.

Like a chushpan.

-C'mon. In Moscow he'll fit right in.

Smoke. Coatie!

-Now we're gonna call you Coatie.

-Boys, in Moscow we'll raise some money and buy better seats on the way back.

-Would be nice to travel in a compartment.

And I want a bike.

Ducatti. I've seen it on a gum wrapper.

A beast.

-On a gum wrapper.

-Being serious.

What would you like, Zima?

-Porsche. Red.

-Yeralash, and you?

-An iron.

-An Iron? -Why?

My gran has an old one, since the war times. She heats it up on the stove.

I promised her that I'd get rich and buy her a new iron.

-Imagine, guys. Porsche, Ducatti and an iron.

Moscow, meet us!

(energetic music)

-Can you see that thang? -Yeah, good.

-Got it? -Yeah.

-Do you study here? -Adidas! Stop pulling a cat by the balls.

Go work.

-Hey mister, are you a student? -Yes, why?

-Oh mister, my grandpa's a student too. He's very ill now. Would you like to support him?

-I don't have anything. -What about your sneakers?

My grandpa is all barefoot.

-Are you an idiot? I'm telling you to get away, hyenas!

-Hold up!

Are you being rude to my little bro? -I wasn't rude.

-Was he? -He called us idiots.

-And hyenas.

-And you tell me you weren't rude?

I promised his mom to protect him.

But you're calling him names.

If I were rude to your brother, what would you do?

It's not appropriate.

-He wanted to take away my sneakers... -Sneakers?

Yes?

Take them off then. -But how will I walk?

-We'll figure it out.

(Mirazh - "Novyi Geroi")

Give it to me.

(Russian songs)

(More russian songs)

-Mister, it's not appropriate. -Fuck you!

-Who the fuck are you talking to like that? What if you have to pay for your words?

-Fucking motherfucker!

-Marat!

(music subsides)

-...Let me go!

Okay, let's go different ways. Meet again at the train station.

-Is he alive at least? -Do you give a fuck?

-Hey!

Get up, you'll get cold.

You, um...

Are you able to walk by yourself?

Hey?

Are you... alive?

-Police!

Police, help!

(knock on the door)

-Good morning , may I? -Yes, of course.

-Come in. -And you are...

-Mother of Andrei Vasiliev.

We need the Minor Affairs Department to report back.

The report says he wandered somewhere, committed a robbery...

-Wait, sit down.

-That there was some university student that he allegedly attacked.

Do you know him personally?

-The student? -No, my son, Andrei. Do you know him personally?

(crying) It says here that he took someone's clothes.

How is that possible at all?

Just look at him. If anybody can be robbed, it's him.

I read it with my own eyes - the student is a grown 20 y.o. man, and Andrei?

-Can I speak to him alone? -No, only in my presence.

This is a stain on his record!

You must understand. This is a stain! He goes to a music school!

Have you seen his hands? He's a pianist.

Look at him, he wouldn't hurt a fly. Show your fingers!

(cries)

-I'll be right out. I'll talk and come out.

-I need an explanatory note from you.

It says here: "By a group of people". Write.

-Write what? -Names.

-I won't write anything.

-Look, Andrei.

You seem to be a good guy.

But something went wrong, you sewed yourself in a gang. Did they force you?

Listen, I've got experience with this too. I've seen such things.

Sometimes this type of guys come along - good god, even a grave won't help them change.

But you are different.

It's clear that you love your mom.

Do you?

You made one mistake.

Please understand, Your record is not a death penalty.

Just don't make any more mistakes.

Make the right conclusion.

-Do you go to the cinema?

-Why?

-Tomorrow at 7, "Little Vera". We could go.

-You're too young for that. Go, Vasiliev.

Come report back on the 22nd, between 9 and 11 AM.

-You're done?

Excuse me, can I get your number to call you directly?

I need to know what's going on here.

-Boys! -Hello, boys!

-О-о-о!

(chanting) Coatie! Coatie! Coatie!

-Hullo!

-Hello! -Hello!

-Okay, let's go, guys.

Good bye!

-Let's go!

-Bye, mom!

(Yuri Shatunov - "Sedaya Noch")