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12 stories of survival

Bombay - A Song For One Rupee

Bombay - The Bioscopeman

I live here in Nagar. My name's Shankar.

I used to sell balloons.

Now I have a machine.

I make kids happy. It's how I make my living.

I'm trying to get on in life.

I'll show you my machine.

I earn my living with this machine.

I used to fold and sell balloons.

There's a hero and a heroine and they sing songs.

Then they fight, then they talk, and then they sing again.

Then they go home and fight again.

The hero declares his love.

This happens every day.

It's a Madrasi film.

There's a hero and a heroine.

They love each other,

and then there's a fight in a forest.

Then there's a building,

and before that there's a party

and entertainments.

Then he gets on a scooter and drives off,

and then there's the next fight.

he hits out and punches and punches,

then he takes the heroine on an aeroplane...

and flies far away.

The chicken-seller, the barber...

and the tailor Josely have shops next door to one another.

The chicken-seller always shuts up shop first in the evening.

The barber and Josely often work...

until late at night.

The barber dreams of having a shop in the city centre,

while the chicken-seller wants a wife.

Josely has no dreams for now,

he is mourning for his father.

His wife puts his favourite dish on the kitchen windowsill.

A raven comes and eats some of it,

and carries off the soul of Josely's father.

Josely works the hardest.

He's the last to leave at night and

the first to arrive in the morning.

Then the barber raises the shutters...

and then all the doors open.

Bombay - Workers

I work with dyestuffs.

I work hard.

I earn 50 to 60 rupees a day. My work is tiring.

I have no choice, so I work here.

To go back to my village I need money, which I don't have.

So I'm obliged to stay here.

Only I know the problems I have,

sitting in the sun the whole day, then going home,

not eating at normal times.

What should I do?

I'm worn out, totally worn out.

I'm unhappy.

My name's Akhbar Ali.

We don't steal, we collect things.

We go into the deep water.

We get into the canal and collect these things.

They may seem useless, but you can sell them.

Keep that, that's worth something.

Don't throw them away,

he'll weigh them and give you money for them.

They're very good things.

My name's Uttam Siram Bhalera.

I've worked at the harbour since childhood,

helping with the catch.

I earn 200 to 400 rupees.

I send the money home...

and keep a little for myself.

I eat, drink and enjoy my life.

It's my only job, I don't work anywhere else.

To amuse myself I go to the cinema with my friends.

Then I come back.

I sleep next to a restaurant called Ram Bharose.

Then I go to the cinema again.

Once I saw a really first-class film:

"The Guns of Navarone".

The film was very good.

What is life? Watching films,

having fun with friends and sleeping next to the restaurant,

getting up the next day, drinking tea and doing your work again.

Moscow - For A Silver Rouble

I would like to know...

where the beggars come from,

said the writer as he watched the beggars.

Where?

They creep out of various crevices and crannies...

That's not what I ask, replied the writer.

I desire to know...

how one becomes a beggar and gets into such a situation.

Does it happen suddenly or gradually, through honesty or hypocrisy?

Here you have the ideal opportunity: ask any one of them.

for a silver rouble... he will sell you his whole story.

Write it down and sell it with a profit.

It was Springtime,

the Time of Gold,

three of us ran away from home.

But eight miles from home...

Sasha, let's see if the new Walkman works.

Does it work?

My name's Kolya,

I live on the streets, I'm cold.

My parents drink everyday, enough to sink a battleship.

I live on the streets with my friends.

For me, the street is paradise, freedom.

My name's Sasha, I'm 19.

...get her back... and find work somewhere...

I live at a railway station in Moscow. I'm leaving for the south in 3 days.

The dream of my life is...

not to live on the street, but to find work.

My name's Borya, I'm 14.

My dream is to find my little sister Diana...

and a flat.

Hey, lads, what's this... idiotic rubbish you've recorded!

Tape something normal!

Do you have some change for bread?

For bread?

How much?

How much do you want to give me?

Thanks.

Come on, I'll help you.

Stupid cow.

We'll never get to the sunflower seeds.

Do you have a cigarette?

No cigarettes for you.

Hey, will you give me some sunflower seeds?

Please, Auntie. - What d'you mean, "Aunt"?

Oh, you're a grandmother?.

Go away!

It's nothing. Calm down.

Michel, Michel, faster!

Write: Last week,

Pasha, Kolya and I ran away from the cops...

...we ran away...

Yes, yes, from the cops.

With drugs.

...with drugs.

Today we ate three or four times...

at different soup kitchens.

Moreover...

Why "moreover"?

...we begged half a bag of bread...

from Vassilich...

...bag of bread.

Pasha, last week a German TV crew came here,

from Germany...

they didn't give us crap.

Germany,

and we relieved them of 600,OOO!

Pity you weren't there, because...

we spent it all on booze.

Pasha, come and join us.

You'd like it here,

because we have even more fun than we used to.

The royal family returns to Moscow.

Tomorrow night a special train will travel to Ekaterinburg...

Yeltsjn visits China

Days after the informal summit with the Japanese Prime Minister

Hashimoto in Krasnoyarsk, Yeltsjn is now

on an official visit to China.

Sandrina tensed the muscles of her thighs until they trembled.

She knew that he could feel the slight vibration in her body.

I have read and heard much that is improbable about those times

when men still lived free, unbound by any order,

like wild things.

In skyscraper chasms there burned the ore,

steel surging

from the hatches of the trains

an aeroplane screeching

fell as if weighted to where the eye took leave by the wounded sun.

- rumpling the streetlamp bedlinen - the night loved itself void, swinish and taut.

Behind the street suns Luna dragged herself slackly along.

Raissky was indifferent to everything jinn the world.

Only beauty could inspire him with enthusiasm.

He subjugated himself to it almost slavishly,

frigid towards everything in which he perceived no beauty.

He demanded not only of the external world to be beautiful,

he also did not see the spiritual and moral world as it is.

in its apparent crude and wild contradictions,

not as a process that started with the beginning of the world

and is not yet completed, but as a harmonious whole,

as a splendid, perfectly finished edifice of deals created by himself.

Here, where everyone Loses heart and tires,

I know that only one Has the equal of my strength.

Here, where we make Wishes so rashly,

I know that only one Is equal to me in power.

Here, where the ivy grows for ever,

I know that in my being There is one who is equal to me:

You.

Moscow - The Fairytale

"Why are you not cheerful?" she asked.

"I do not know, Olga Sergeyevna. "

"Why should I be cheerful? And how?"

"Get busy! Meet people!" "Get busy! One can be busy"

when one has a goal. "What goal could I have?

"The goal is to live. "

"When one doesn't know why one lives, one just lives, day after day.

One is glad when the day passed,

that it is night,

and one submerges the tedious question...

of why one has lived this day, why one will live tomorrow?"

"Why one has lived!" she repeated.

"Can anyone's life be pointless?"

"Yes. it can.

Mine, for example", he sad.

"You don't have a goal of life? she asked, coming to a halt.

You're maligning yourself, or you wouldn't be worthy of life. "

"I've already passed the point where life is supposed to be;

"I see nothing more ahead of me. "

She silently kept on walking with her head down.

"Why and for whom will I live?" he said, following her.

"What should I seek, at what should I direct my thoughts and plans?

"The flower of life has faded:

only thorns remain. "

End of side one, tape two.

Side two, tape two.

What have you got for homework? Reading?

We have to read and retell the story of the Little Chicken.

And then we have to write...

We got a little exercise book.

And we have to write out the words in the exercise book...

write everything down.

Is that all? - Yes.

And then?

And then...

"Sew",

write "sew". Put a comma before it.

This family, this wonderful family,

which we have brought together under such difficult circumstances...

Stiff upper lip!

The goose went into the hut,

threw off its feathers,

- Are you listening, Irina? -

...and lied down in the pan.

When the goose was cooked, the forest gnome told the man

"Eat the meat, leave the bones. "

"Don't throw them away, pile them up into a heap!"

They ate, and the gnome piled the bones into a heap...

with the feathers on the floor and said:

"Goose, wake up, move!"

And the goose appeared, alive and in one piece!

Moscow - Sobering Up

Sit down.

I have a suggestion...

You're tired, aren't you?

What happened after work?

Just a moment, tell me who's the doctor.

Here's the doctor.

The doctor. Very nice.

Your name, please?

Get undressed. - Just a second,

I have the right to know. What's your name, please?

I'll tell you later.

You'd only forget it now, anyway.

No, I wish to get undressed on my own.

Just a second, I wish to undress myself.

Don't get in my way, gentlemen.

Breathe in.

Tell us your name.

What am I doing here, anyway?

Nothing. Blow your nose.

Then you'll feel better.

What's your name?

I'll undress myself, you don't have to force me.

That's violence!

Our superior went home hours ago.

Pull my trousers up.

Well, for God's sake.

Lie on your stomach.

On your knees, on your stomach.

Lie down.

Stretch your legs out.

Lie on your stomach.

Damn you! - No swearing!

Really, you're such a greenhorn.

Who's the greenhorn round here?

Me? And what are you?

Stop it, calm down.

Don't humiliate me!

Over there!

Any of the beds.

Here.

I'm being held against my will.

I don't know what to call this...

Oh, how my Mom wanted to give me away to the first one!

Oh, the first one wasn't faithful!

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, the first one wasn't faithful.

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, how my Mom wanted to give me away to the next one.

Oh, the next one was after my best friend.

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, the next one was after my best friend.

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, how my Mom wanted to give me away to the fifth one.

Oh, the fifth one was a cursed drunkard.

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, how my Mom wanted to give me away to the sixth one.

Oh, the sixth one, he was too short.

Oh, don't give me away, Mom.

Oh, how my Mom wanted to give me away to the seventh one.

Oh, the seventh one, he was merry.

Oh, then he didn�t want me!

I'm not drunk.

What are you doing here, then?

There, lie down on a free bed.

Sit down. Straight ahead.

Sit down on the bed.

Take a blanket.

And you over there have a rest.

Good.

Yes.

Right. Order.

I'm going to have a heart attack!

I beg you.

Are you human beings or what?

It hurts.

Aren't you humans?

It hurts, it really does.

I have two children.

Why do you humiliate me like this?

I'm having a heart attack.

I don't want to die. I'm still young.

It's cutting my blood supply off.

I beg you!

You've got the wrong person.

If there are still any human beings here, help me!

I implore you.

I want my heart checked.

God, are you all brutes?

How am I going to feed my children?

I have a job, I'm a mechanic.

You're such inhuman brutes.

Help me somebody!

Somebody must check my heart. Are you all inhuman brutes?