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Lira!

Would you look at this duck- it's got ballerina legs!

Tell me about it, Madam Kit’s. They scam our kind from here to Sunday!

I hope, Madam Kit's would shit herself on a tram!

And have no bath after that.

Nina, what are you doing here?

Has Zygote's client spent the night again?

You girlish be the death of me!

Told you many times: Brothel closes at ten!

Mama Lycra, what can I do?

Bordello lights wink temptingly.

Accordion and singing fills the night.

Li' Hitler, get some change...

Men drink away their conscience at its table.

And girls soak their bosoms - With beer in delight.

Garish! There, a bit to the left...

A sullen man sat at its table...

Wake up, get up, curly head!

The country rises glorious to greet the day.

Mama Lycra, I tried to shake him awake.

But he goes: “I'll stay here till I'm blue in the face for that price”.

But he did pay extra though.

That's it.

He's not a client from now on.

I don't want to see his face again.

Zygote, you passed out with a chunk of brittle in your mouth.

Get some coffee to wash it down.

Mama Lycra, what's she picking on me for...?

Comrades and Madams!

You have a rare opportunity to tease

your friends and relatives to death.

I deliver genius in rhyme, joyfully and on time.

Can you do, Le?!

Le, you're from Moggie.

You can't make ends meet.

Go, sell your lips for jellied meat!

How about Anna!

Ana, you wanker, don't eat no herring.

You'll catch the consumption on May Day,

and be in your coffin a year away!

Milady!

I positively salute you!

Hello, Adam. How's the water?

The water is fantastic.

So?

Where are we going today?

Aren't you sick of me yet?

It's been a month...

What are you talking about? No.

Well, then let's skip seventeen years or so.

That will be 1975.

Heavens!

Summer. August.

What will become of me?

Will I be married?

Or a widow already?

Milady! I'm not a fortuneteller

Oh, come on...

Say something-yes or no?

No. Then, no

Why not?

I'm not a fortuneteller, I'm a prophet.

I'll be seventy - I know for sure.

Will you, now?

I Will.

Crazy people live a long life.

Especially if they're certified.

And I also know another thing:

I can't cover this topic sober.

Just don't get that swill like yesterday.

Get some Alignment, and I'll have some, too.

Have to get two, then...

You've got some nerve, honey.

Why should I trot all the way across town in this dust?

Got a cable from Swinburne...

they're on schedule, will be here September 13th.

Your shuck kicked somebody's face in.

Want some stuffed cabbage?

And something to wash it down. I got tired.

- Cognac? - Yes.

- Armenian? - Yes.

You know that 'Armenian' cognac is made right here ...

I know. But this is real.

Mama Lycra, is the water hot?

That one was such a hick, my god!

Mama Lycra, where do you dig up these guys?

A total yokel, and demanding, too.

I wore him out, like an enemy of the people

He'll love his Motherland now.

Are you at least turning a profit?

No complaints so far.

Got a few kopeks for old age.

Speaking of kopeks. That's why I came.

Here, you dead soul. Your 20%

for pretending to work as a barmaid for the Black Sea Shipping Company.

Don't think it's a favor, I'm fine as it is.

You call this money?

I'd rather the girls have some cake

to keep pink in their cheek.

Girls?

Their cheeks are about to burst as it is.

They cut my man's bonus again, and Sanka wants a new bike.

You signed that?

Here. Go spoil yourself, silly.

A lot of money goes on the girls.

They earn enough to live respectable life.

So cut their pay...

At least dock them for childlessness. It's nine percent after all.

Come on. It's a matter of principle.

When you and I were still working girls, I swore.

As I become someone - all gotta be fair and square.

That's why I know they've got my back.

Of course, the expenses add up.

In - with the illnesses, out - with the health.

You gotta grease the local pig's palm.

And he charges for each star on his epaulettes.

And hard cash, mind you.

- Why not pay him in skin? - Nah!

He's not into that, just got married.

Good kid.

Listen, let's have another drink, my headache's going.

How's Kossuth? Did he send a stamp for me?

Any news?

Yeah, there's news.

Here. How'd you like that?

Lycra, hon, I m fifty already, spent my life as a senior mechanic,

got to eat bananas, drink coffee in Martinique.

Enough of the traveling life, and rough Istanbul tobacco.

Time to drop anchor, and roll up the sails...”

Well that's good news.

What's good about it?

Tell me, what am I supposed to do now?

Am I supposed to just leave a well-oiled business?

Throw the girls out on the street, and wash his imported goddamn socks?

He wants to drop anchor.

Not happening. He'll drop what I tell him to drop.

And if he doesn't like it, there's the door.

Hey, Li' Hitler, what're your plans?

I'm on a house call. Don't wait up, mama.

Remind me.

Head of the artillery academy has a guest from Kiev. Big brass.

That's good.

What's so good about it?

Here, Beheading.

Look, we can play battleships, like I do all day at work,

or you can entertain me; Otherwise I'm going, it's past seven.

My man is probably crawling up the walls by now.

You're right, you should go. I'll lie down a bit, before anyone shows up.

Li' Hitler.

What's Beheading?

It's just a cow, Zygote!

In what language?

In French, what else?

Oh, for fuck's sake!

What a boy I brought you, Lycra,

not a boy, but Tchaikovsky Concert as it is.

Boy from our block. My treat.

Come on in, Arkansas, it's all yours.

Auntie Lycra knows her stuff.

Is Hitler in?

You don't want Hitler.

You want Zygote.

How old are you, kid?

Seventeen and a half.

Come here.

See, the child isn't even sixteen?

Nice one, Valeria. He's real swot. Are you blind?

Sit, sit already!

Zygote is free and sleeping. But I'm not letting the boy in.

You can go have a quick one, if you want.

Arkansas and I have some tea with apricot jam.

Do you like tea and jam?

I almost brought you two French guys. Legit seafarers,

slipped at the last minute.

None of that, Valeria. No foreigners in my respectable establishment.

KGB is the last thing I need!

The pigs I can manage, God help me. What are you looking at?

Who are you, anyway?

A violinist.

Of course, you are. Stolypin School, I bet.

Ever held a Stradivarius?

Take me-I saw one

back in...

Never mind.

Do you have girls at your school?

- Where does she keep that brittle? - Valeria, please, hurry up...

Just gotta get dressed. What does she want with damned poppy-seed brittle?!

Don't be silly. Give that here.

Have some jam instead. My god!

Look at this starving child. it's a tit, just like your mother's.

Now sit down, youngster!

Here, have a drink.

Come on, drink up.

Young beauty with a sensual grin...

Have you lost your mind?

I show you neither tenderness nor rudeness.

What's going on?

Tell me, how many men have you caressed?

Lost your mind?

- ...How many arms do you remember? - Take a sit.

- ...How many lips? - Shush, calm down, sweetie.

Look at me.

Here, drink this.

Lycra, why did you get him drunk?

He was getting out of hand.

You are from the same block? Take him home.

And hand him over to his daddy? Don't be hilarious.

I'll bring him to the door,

and slip away like a dastard.

Who is his daddy?

He's a city public prosecutor.

A real ironclad Bolshevik!

- What's his name? - Roman Rostropovich Stanislavsky.

I see.

He looks nothing like daddy.

Let's go, Prosecutor Junior.

- Give Auntie Lycra a goodbye kiss. - Oh, no, he already tried that.

Comrades, get your tickets.

Now, my dear little freeloading frog, hop off my tram.

Toad!

You'll get burned because of your memories.

They're all lies, anyway.

There's no past, no future.

The future was laid out well in advance, like a feast on a table.

You just have to stand on your tiptoe

to see the labels on the bottles.

Christ, one thing on his mind.

And then, it's all up to you: What you'll drink, what you'll eat;

Whether you wake up under the table, or dance on top of it.

And from up there, you'll see new horizons.

Another table? What is it with you and tables?

It doesn't have to be.

It's just, the higher a person is,

the better he can see what you call the future.

All yours.

I'm so thankful, I could burst.

So I don't get it,

you're saying you're already up there?

Exactly.

But I'm a special case. I don't need to know anything.

It's all within me, I just have to pull it out.

I know things no one knows, not even me.

How can I explain this?

Take Mendeleev ...

he assumed undiscovered elements,

and assigned them places in his periodic table.

In the same way, I know the atomic weight and valence

of certain elements of the soul,

like vanity, resentful, charitable, poverty...

Some of them are worse than uranium.

You probably studied a lot.

What did you used to be?

I still am-a free spirit.

I traverse oceans and continents, burning words into people's hearts...

It was me Pushkin was describing.

I might not have your education, but I like Pushkin.

Especially that one... here:

And at the grave's entrance let young life play...

Nice, huh? What do you think?

- Nice? - Nice.

Is it true that Pushkin was born in Odessa,

and his real name was Cerenkov?

What do you think?

Why not? Anything's possible.

- So, where are we off to today? - Wait.

Wait. I've been meaning to ask you...

How do you live, what do you eat, who does your laundry?

Have you ever seen me eat?

I live on Pushkin Street.

My daughter helps me out, if I really need.

- On Pushkin Street? - Yes.

I guess, you didn't fight in the war

I fought, and was imprisoned.

I only fought a little bit, a year and a half.

Then, the tribunal, the labor camp, Article 58...

Just like the rest of everybody.

What were you imprisoned for?

Next, you're going to ask what I fought for?

I was commander of a Katydid rocket launcher brigade,

Captain of the Guard.

Got captured, along with my rocket launcher,

and that was strictly against regulations.

I escaped from the POW camp, and got captured by our side.

- Do you dream about it? - Of course. The front, the camp...

Not sure what's worse. The camp is where I lost my mind.

Adam!

Let me wash your clothes.

By no means!

Do you hear me?

I catch you one more time with this fraud,

I'll drain the color from your rosy cheeks.

And if you want to keep drinking,

at least learn not to burp on the door handle.

Now, get out of here!

I'm going to take a nap...

I have a meeting later.

Your little kike is getting really mouthy.

Our little kike! Ours!

Mama Lycra,

can you let me loose for two weeks?

Where to?

This prospect from the Artists' Guild invited me...

a Crimea-Caucasus cruise. On the cruise ship “Rossini”.

Super-duper!

I'm guessing, he'll be drinking dawn to dusk,

and I can make some money.

Let me go? I'll bring back some cash.

What am I, a slave driver? Go, make some money.

You'll owe me your daily average.

And I'm supposed to break my back all by myself?

You'll be better off for it.

There is no other in the world as beloved as you.

Did you steal them from the park?

Nina, go put the flowers in some water.

The roses don't bloom in the Chair park...

Don't just stand there. Sit down.

Sit down already.

I came...

I hope you don't think...

I... Yesterday...

You're a great person...

To breathe...

Arkansas, have some bogy fish, it's really good.

Arkansas,

did you ever go bogy fishing?

I can't.

It's my eyesight.

I see. You only go booby fishing.

I have an idea:

We're going to the zoo.

- Have you been there lately? - Not since I was little.

Give me your hand.

Leave the wafer.

Look at the mess you've made!

Come on, let's go.

Sit down.

Give me your hands.

Just wait. Calm down.

Didn't your daddy teach you to take your trousers off,

when you're eating ice cream?

Lilia, close the door. I'm asking you to close it!

Elsa Pensacola, I'm sorry, I just need a minute.

I have a huge favour to ask.

Is Comrade Stanislavsky sleeping?

I'll be real quiet. Can we go to the kitchen?

No.

Can you imagine, we have relatives visiting from Hankering.

Have you been to Hankering? Me neither.

They say it's quite something!

Sour cherries - almost free; Sweet cherries - almost free;

Apricots-totally free.

The only thing they don't have is the sea.

So they brought their kid to get some sea air.

The poor girl is so pale.

You did say you needed a favour- so I'm listening.

Yes, could you be so kind, lend me a tablecloth, please.

You see, today is their birthday- not theirs, the husbands.

Unfortunately, I just put all the laundry to soak.

I'll wash it all proper, starch it,

and bring it back to you.

And don't you worry, I won't get anything oily on it.

Thank you, just what the doctor ordered.

God bless you and Comrade Stanislavsky.

Where's Arkansas?

The reason I ask,

me and Lilia- that's the pale girl from Hankering...

I took her to the zoo yesterday,

while her parents were shopping...

I thought, let them shop.

What can they find in Hankering?! It's such a hole.

The zoo is nothing special,

just some stinky cats and dogs.

And the monkeys - can't tell them

from a bunch of Perestroika yokels.

What could I do,

they brought the kid, so I had to show her the animals.

I'm really sorry, I've got laundry soaking.

Sure, I understand. Of course, I'm sorry.

I just wanted to tell you,

I look at Lilia, and my heart bleeds.

She's so pale.

So I look, and who do I see? Take a guess.

You got it.

Your Arkansas. And he's not alone ...

he's with a lady, the two of them!

And the lady, oh, she's so old, like Dolores Barrier!

And you know what else? Makeup an inch thick,

and as ugly as Babylonian exile!

- As what? - Babylonian exile.

It's an expression. You haven't heard it? How do you survive?

Wait a second.

He probably ran into his teacher.

Or it wasn't him. What would he be doing at the zoo?

It was him! Definitely.

And she was no teacher- standing hand in hand,

watching the macaques coupling.

You heard me, the macaques...

it's your fault.

I told you: “Take your son to Whitsunday”.

Missed the chance.

What was I supposed to do there alone, especially with a child?

What?

And let me tell you, since you retired,

all you do is grow your stubble!

(Stanislavsky curses in Yiddish)

My god, look at those scribbles! I can do that, too.

Quiet down, ladies. This isn't the marketplace.

I see.

In the 17th century, they couldn't draw yet. They were just learning.

As if you understand art.

Skill is the same everywhere.

For example, I'm an expert at what I do,

better than Machinery, the center forward.

We can go see a soccer match.

So I'm better than Machinery- he keeps missing his shots.

But not as good as Solemnify, because I make more mistakes.

Especially when it comes to people.

That's Constantine Yukon.

This ugly thing - the decline of the Wanderer school.

It was followed by the rise of new aft movement - the World of Art school.

Maximal joined the Wanderers,

but unfortunately he couldn't compete with Peron and Kramer.

Your eyes are wet.

- How come? - Can't help it.

I feel bad for people, especially everyone.

Let's go.

So, where did we leave off?

Let's get started.

Greetings, fellow co-sunbathers!

Ina, you're a philology student:

It's time you developed some literary sense!

Sorry, won't do it again.

- How's the water? - Eh, neither here nor there.

Watch this.

Adam!

The Krauts!

They pinched the rocket launcher!

Adam,

I'll sell your cannon and buy me some halve.

Hey you, Abe, you'll go dying on the can.

You dirty bitch! You whore!

Disgusting slut!

I hope somebody cuts you up.

Calm down.

Calm down, sweetie.

Relax.

It's OK

Please, I'm asking you...

What's the matter, honey?

Give me, I need...

Of course, of course, angel, I'll give it to you.

Naturally, over there, under that rock,

or right here, if you want.

Give me some money.

Hitler, when you get to Yalta, bring me some lavender oil.

- They have it at the market. - I want some, too!

'I want' doesn't get shit!

Lycra, why does she keep picking on me?

Cut it out! Nobody is going anywhere!

My stinking painter's got himself a new love

with some old holes.

Life brought us together by chance.

That's why we parted so quickly.

That's good. I would have missed you.

We missed our simple happiness.

Lycra

Do you ever get heartbeat?

You're starting to sound like Adam with his prophecies.

Times pass, but head is lawless.

For God's sake!

Take your drops, and lie down for a bit.

You've been out of bed for too long.

OK, girls, let's get going. We have a long day ahead of us.

Mama Lycra, what's the matter?

I washed away a spider.

You know, the one that lived behind the wall.

No good reason.

And now it's raining.

Come on, Lycra!

Want me to do an impression of Hitler?

Arkansas.

Hi there, Arkansas.

Arkansas, sell me your glasses.

What do you need glasses for? You've got ears.

That's enough, Tulsa. Give them back.

Here, take them.

- Give them back. - Take them.

Fine, take them.

- Whose button is this? - Mine, who ease’s.

Then take it.

Thanks, Valeria. For standing up for me.

No big deal.

Your Eater will help me beat the rap, if anything happens?

Like you need to ask!

By the way, does Mutter want leather shoes?

Made in Italiano, cheap for you.

- I don't know. - OK, I'm kidding.

But tell me: who behaves like this? I'm talking about Lycra.

You've been dragging her to museums?

Think about it: she's beneath you in every way.

She's nothing but an old whore, and you are something of a wunderkind.

But being a genius isn't about going around with a swollen sack.

Want romance?

Jump her bones on some isolated beach, in a barberry bush.

She says I'm crazy.

That I should keep my mouth shut like some deaf-mute.

Remember the cave at the Chekhov beach?

She can't even pick anyone up in her old age,

and you'll be getting drafted soon.

How are you going to look people in the face?

Let's say I don't get drafted.

Let's say you don't. And your Eater will get you out.

But if you don't sort her out, you'll end up a cripple.

Come in, I have some cash for you.

Wow, icons. Do you pray?

I do, I Pray...

- Hands off, they're not for sale! - Got it.

You're no putz.

But not a word to anyone, especially your daddy.

Of course!

- Here. - Why so much?

You can pay it back bit by bit.

Take her to the kebab house at the port.

And if she doesn't want to go?

And if she doesn't want to go, then you're a hopeless putz.

That's plenty, you can pay it back when you have the money.

What's that?!

Don't worry about it.

It's my neighbors, trying to drive me out.

Got it.

Mama Lycra, come quick, your Bambi is here.

Otherwise watch out, I might steal him from you.

Mademoiselle...

You recall being wretched and in love.

Funny child, when do you eat, when do you sleep.

Go home, little child, and wash your face,

or I'll swoop down on you, trample you and swallow you.

Ch-tea-tea!

Mademoiselle, I propose we go to the sea.

Where blue waves glisten with proud beauty...

In other words, you want to go for a swim?

Look at the weather...

You know what?

Let's buy some wine.

The beach is about drinking.

OK, let's drink.

But not Arcadia. You know, it's full of tourists.

Of course, not.

We'll find us a cozy bay,

surrounded by barberry bushes.

Right?

Give it here.

Let's not get the dry wine.

Let's get a bottle of port, or Madeira.

And don't you worry, I have money.

Where would a young musician like you get money?

Although with your fingers, you could make a fortune as a pickpocket.

Don't even think-gets you a real bad beating.

So what?

Adam,

meet my nephew Arkansas.

This is Adam. What's your patronymic?

Rostropovich.

Just call me Adam.

- How's the water? - Fantastic.

Take those ugly glasses off-it's fine.

Adam Rostropovich,

wouldn't you say this bay looks like something out of Alexander Grin?

Garbageman, for example, or Gel'-Gil?

I don't read fiction, young man.

I'm sick of characters ...

they're so noisy.

Give me a novel without words, and I'll happily read it.

That would be a painting.

Exactly.

Though I don't look at paintings either.

I soak them up despite myself, like sand soaks up water.

If I spend an hour looking at a painting,

there'll be nothing left but a clean canvass.

Or actually, a dirty one.

Don't worry, I'm not having a seizure yet, but I'm already joking.

So, Auntie?

Shall we have a drink?

I'm sure Adam will join us.

This is for the lady.

Thank you.

You, eat something.

Well.

To your talent.

I'd call it a disease.

Our Adam is a prophet.

Arkansas, want to know the future?

OK, let's hear it.

What will I be doing after the conservatory?

I'll tell you what will happen at the end of the century.

In the year 2000.

Milady.

If you could live to see it, you'd immediately burst into tears.

How come?

Well,

first of all, soviet power will be gone...

Completely.

Where is it going to go? Israel?

It's very simple, Auntie Lycra. We'll be conquered by the Americans.

- Or maybe the Chinese? - Americans.

Except we won't be conquered ...

we'll be buried, like a dead woolly mammoth in the snow.

OK, so what will happen under capitalism?

Lots of things will happen, few things will remain.

Your profession will become obsolete.

You don't say!

What profession is that?

What do you mean?

You're a model?

Don't choke, little nephew.

What about me? Will I become a Lenin Prize winner?

You'll become poor and old.

And bald.

Prostitution will be legalized.

Whatever-but why are you so mean to my nephew?

He's not your nephew, if you'll forgive me.

A rotten little boy.

A killer.

You know what, eat some more.

Eat!

Lyuba!

Why doesn't he go get more booze? it's on me!

You little snot nose!

Apologize immediately!

I won't hold my breath!

Lycra, everything's fine.

Let us hit it.

The loser do the booze run!

Adam, what's going on? You're a smart man!

- Come on. - Fire!

What are you doing?

Let go, traitor!

What are you doing?

You'll be the death of me!

I swear on my mother, I want nothing to do with you!

My god, not a single normal person!

The old one, the young one...

you can all go to hell!

Garish!

Garish!

Let me go!

Hey, you, come here.

Let's have a talk.

Where and with whom were you from two to eight yesterday?

I don't understand.

Are you familiar with the criminal code article about corrupting minors?

I understand.

But I'm not into that soft of thing.

I just gave Arkansas some cash.

But for a long term and with deferred payment.

What for?

Want to see for yourself?

He's got a date today, by the Laocoon statue, at seven.

What do I care? I need your Arkansas like I need a boil on my head.

Thank you, son.

More blue than any other my Black Sea...

You? Where's Lycra?

Here's your moonshine, pretty boy.

And stay out of our garden. Mutter doesn't like whining wankers.

If she sees you again she'll hand you over to your prosecutor daddy.

You won't know what hit you, got it?

So...

- Gonna take a girl out to the pub? - Go die of cholera!

Ma'am, wait up.

You, in the yellow dress.

- I'm sorry. - Already sorry?

Stop, I'm begging you.

You're a prostitute?

No, I'm Clara Catkin.

Oh, how did you guess?

Wait a minute!

What did you hand to that young man? What did you talk about?

I see. You're the prosecutor daddy. Mama Lycra told me about you.

Mama Lycra? Name. Address.

No need to raise a ruckus, daddy. This isn't a pulpit.

Or whatever - podium?

Long story short.

Go, but not before ten.

Here's the address, go and find out for yourself.

It's on Polanski Spunk?

Nothing to worry about.

How about it, old man? That's that.

Do you at least believe me?

Who else would I trust, Lycra, if not you?

The blue sea was playing with its turquoise waves.

When I parted with my lovely, it was clouded with tears.

To your health!

I'm not going to ask, what you've been doing all these...

how many?

Thirteen years?

I'm not going to tell you anyway.

And if I do, some of it is bound to be a lie.

You should get a good clean girl for your kid...

he's about to burst.

Where can I find these clean girls? Maybe at the prosecutor's office?

Roman,

I would've let you stay and enjoy yourself...

a while ago.

But not now.

Forget about it.

Nothing much makes me happy any more.

Would you believe it. I even started reading books a little.

So?

So, that's the story.

I know where to find you.

I'll see you occasionally. Maybe even my lucky star will come up.

Fare thee well, gorgeous.

Hey, co-sunbathers, has Adam been by?

Not today. And not yesterday either. He was the day before yesterday.

Maybe he got carted off to Slobbed.

Bite your tongue!

You should stop by the nuthouse.

They'll at least give you his address. He's certified.

- What's his surname? - How would I know? They'll find it.

How many Adams can there be in the world?

Here.

Beheading.

Thanks.

Hospital N 1

Look at him, showing off.

He thinks he's the Grand Poo bah,

when in fact he's barely good enough for a putz.

Thank you.

Forgive me, my tux is in the laundry.

Please.

Careful.

Water, you know.

All the world is a whorehouse, all the people are whores.

Even my dear uncle.

- I thought... - I noticed...

I noticed you weren't at the beach.

I thought you wouldn't come back.

Some prophet you are. What, because of the kid?

- He's just... - Dad, look at this mess!

You spent all day yesterday cleaning the place!

If you want to keep yourself busy, go get a job.

You lazy old cock!

Hello.

So, Adam, tomorrow I'm leaving for a week,

I'll see you when I get back.

- Our usual spot? - Aha.

Good-bye.

Hurry up, kids. Lunch's almost over.

Hey, darling. How are things?

What's the gossip?

How do you like this weather?

Listen, Lisa. I'm going to Karma. Gotta visit my mama.

- Slow down, I'm wearing heels. - Come on.

Please, look after things for me.

Just don't swear at the girls

they're very sensitive, especially Hitler. OK?

Stop by, about, three times a week.

What are you looking at? You'll get your cut.

Who cares about cuts? I'm doing this purely out of friendship.

- Honey, thank you. - Although,

imagine, my man tells me:

“Some people know how to live, and I'm walking around looking homeless...”

it's you! Lycra!

Wait up!

Lycra, can I have some money for a drink?

I was sleeping on the hearth,

and I fell off in the night.

Ass is naked, crotch is wet, and a penny in my hand...

The whore is here.

Where did you get so much corn? You didn't sow it.

And the sunflower? Why do you need so much of it?

I broke some off by the road.

Let's go inside, mama. I'm soaked.

I brought you presents.

I didn't make dinner. Wasn't expecting you.

Break off some bread, you can't cut it, it just crumbles.

And the wine, mama, any left?

Oh, and how are the grapes doing? Time to press them soon.

I sold the harvest.

And as soon as they pick the grapes, I'm cutting them all down.

Why?

Those vines are older than me!

So what?!

I don't have the strength to take care of them.

Not like I have anyone to help me!

There's no wine. Just moonshine

God, it stinks like beets!

I got nobody bringing me sugar. It does not come its own.

Nice stuff.

Where did you get the bogy?

Fedora Prod an brings it over.

You pay him money?

Don't be stupid. I pay him in product.

Lycra,

get me some pumpkins from the farm. Order some at the collective.

In winter, all I eat is pumpkin porridge.

And the summer house crowd loves pumpkin seeds ...

they're good against worms.

What worms are you on about, mama? What seeds?

What pumpkins at the end of August?

Go order them. They won't come on their own.

But you might not be coming back. Who's going to bring them over?

Forget the seeds, mama.

I brought you money.

I don't like your money,

I like my own.

OK.

I'll get you pumpkins.

Listen, mama.

I see the whole village has been rebuilt.

And you're still living like, I don't know... like Tara Yevtushenko!

Why don't I bring you stone and shingles in the autumn.

After I'm dead, build whatever you want.

Build a pub with columns for all I care.

Listen, Neural.

What are you laughing at?

How long are you staying?

No,

just a few days.

Listen, can you issue some pumpkin, a 100 kilos or so?

For pickup?

No, delivery. I won't be here by then.

And watermelon and some melons for now, while I'm here.

For what you called it, for pickup. Another hundred kilos.

So, Nikolai Mikhail, I'll be waiting.

OK.

The door!

Here.

What's this?

It costs half that at the market!

What did you expect?

I don't care about the money,

I just don't like when try to pull one over on me.

- Listen, if everybody... - Forget me. But what about my mama?

Tyrosine Petrolatum is not a member of the collective.

- She's retired! - So what? We have a new system,

got a new Chairman, did you hear? Sent down from the regional center.

Here. See?

It's the call of the times!

Been sending men home from work if they haven't shaved.

Then I have to see him.

May I?

What's this? What's going on?

- What's your name? - Nikolai Androgenic.

How come I can't order pumpkin for my mother at cost?

One second.

Anna Quasilinear, take the order for the pensioner.

And no monkey business.

Thank you so much!

Wait a second, I have something to discuss.

Take a seat.

What do you do in the city?

Kinda... working on the culture front.

Very good.

Are you a party member?

- No. - Well, that's to be expected.

You know, Lubbock... What's your patronymic?

- Just Lycra. - Very good.

You see, Lycra, we need new people...

fresh minds, with new worldviews.

Do you have university education?

- No. - That's bad.

- Unfortunately. - Very bad.

You see, we're building an 8-year school, we need a good principal.

You're our new club director. It's decided.

But you already have one.

I know Semitone Grieving,

he's an excellent musician. I can't just step over him.

Lycra, he's running on nothing but alcohol.

It's decided, and that's that.

What if I have a husband?

A husband? Who's your husband?

- I don't know. - What do you mean?

- Senior Mechanic. - Mechanic?

Or maybe Senior Prophet...

What?

See, Lycra, nobody knows how to make wine any more.

They don't want to. Who cares?

Alcoholics will lap it up no matter what.

And they don't know how to fish, either: set up their nets,

and wait to see if they get a dogfish or a manta ray.

If they catch a beluga, they take it to their boss.

Cowards.

Spiritual retards.

Who should I take out to sea with me: Fedora Prod an? Yeah, sure.

All he's good for is catching bogies on the nearest sandbank.

Gobi’s, big deal-child's play!

When you were little,

you used to pull sculpturing fish from under the rocks.

I swear, I'm not lying.

Once in a while you get a mackerel school passing through ...

we call it meddler fish ...

and he's got his engine dismantled, right over there.

Fedora doesn't know anything about sails, where would he learn?

Nobody catches mullet with a knapsack any more.

No one even remembers how it's done.

There's no fish left, and even fewer humans, Lycra.

Cresting nob!

Whose kid are you?

I'm Fedora Prod an, Mi kola’s son.

You're a baby!

Look at him standing there.

Fedora, you could use a thing like that.

Watch out, Susana. The city girl will steal your Fedora.

There's the farm.

Where's the watchman?

On the other side. We're not going there.

Get out here.

Stop!

You were told to get out!

Let's go!

Fedora! Have fun storming the castle!

Don't let the moat run dry!

Eat up, woman.

Who're you calling woman?

And what a woman!

Look at those melons!

Like a painting!

And the watermelons!

Let's have a look-see at their stripes.

Hands off. What are you, crazy?

Get out of here, you little shit,

oi, half-baked suitor,

before I rip your balls off, counting “he loves me, he loves me not”!

Get lost!

Ya, frigid city virgin!

Sun stroke!

Good job, attache.

Take the other bucket, there, on the stairs.

Quickly, don't just stand there- get on with it like a Bolshevik.

Lycra, go lie down.

I'll get you coffee. When Hitler comes back, she'll give you a back massage.

I pulled my back right there on the farm.

- Why Hitler? What about you? - Me?

I don't know how.

When did Lisa drop by?

Lisa didn't drop by - you weren't here.

That's interesting.

You know what I thought?

Why lie there like a bump on a log?

You should go to a mud health spa? I heard it really helps.

Hitler will take you. What do you say?

Thanks, Zygote.

You're a master at offering other people's help.

- A true genius. - Do I get my brittle?

Maybe you're right,

I'll go to a Alnitak resort.

What does a girl need in her old age?

A handful of mud,

and a wedge of sun...

Adam.

Adam.

Do you really...

know anything about mechanics?

You know I'm an artillery man. And a mathematician.

Can you drive?

Who would give me a license?

- Why? - That's OK, we'll sort it out.

Adam, do you like free wine?

Even vinegar tastes sweet if it's free. What's this about already?

Adam, come here.

You're safe from lightning in the water!

- No. - Come on.

If you really want to know, I'm not a model ...

quite the opposite.

I know, I don't care.

Is it far?

No.

Karma. An hour's drive

along the seaside. Have you heard of it?

What are you going to do with your business?

Nothing.

I'll get Lisa to quit her job. What does she get at her shipping company?

She can stop by once a day, and that's it. They'll manage.

I might have a seizure, because of the thunder.

No. Forget it.

Now you're with me, no more seizures! That's it!

Wait!

I told you, I asked you, what are you doing?

Use your hands, boys.

I'll go get help.

The whore is here.

What are you all dressed up for?

What happened?

Hydrogen sulfide overflow!

Why don't you go? Bring a couple of buckets.

What do you need so much for?

Got no feed for the hog.

What about this?

We have to clean this up!

The seagulls will take care of it.

Live your life however you want, I don't need anything from you.

Jump, you little devil!

Respect your elders, son.

You'll pay for the Tyre! Where's my Tyre?

Get your hands off the boy, you dirty whore!

Lycra!

Comrades, leave the shoreline immediately!

Woe is me!

Get up!

Oh, my God.

Stop howling, mama.

You gave birth to it, you deal with it

The bitch gave birth to a pile of shit at the door.

How am I going to show my face now?

Well, come visit sometime.

Whore

That's what I am. A whore, and an old one at that.

My dear, we've left our home

to go on a long journey.

A foreign sea shines below our boat... You're far, far from home, sailor...

Mama Lycra!

Ah, sweetie, come to daddy.

Lycra

Leave me alone!

That's it, get up, get out!

See you tomorrow.

And lock the door-the hall is empty, the audience is gone.

Don't let the film deteriorate for no good reason.

Turn on the lights and close the door.

Open the door, police!

Who's this idiot?

Ma'am, he's definitely one of yours.

The audience is gone.

Don't let the film deteriorate for no good reason.

Ours, yours - what's the difference? All the same.

What's this?

Tomorrow.

Everything tomorrow.

I hurt so much today. My eyes are filled with tears.

Garish!

Despite myself, I drop these tears into the flowers.

The heart suddenly awoke started beating so fearfully;

All that's past awakened...

Susana Flanders

Alehouse Lewinsky

Ada Roosevelt

Anna Slipstream, Katrina Shiatsu, Kristina Therein

Bogyman Stupid, Eugenio Zyuganov

Thermophile Collier

Director of Photography Maxim Yevtushenko

Writers Garry Gordon, Natalia Kazantzakis

Produced by Yelena Satsuma, Alexei Son

Director Alejandra Gordon

"BROTHEL LIGHTS"