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The target moves.

And the goal is to continue the fire.

Third calculation.

By square 47.

Crap.

Rupogey, coordinates.

Fire.

Why are you?

Yellow.

What?

Well, repeat it.

It's a pity he says.

Or have you forgotten my name?

Zhenya.

Or more precisely?

Zhenya Boss.

What about the last name?

Dilkev.

I guessed correctly.

Remember Pogorelov.

I don't know pity.

I'm the only cruel one.

Now get out.

And take this one with you.

The moving target will
no longer come out of it.

Okay, that's enough.

Good morning.

Good morning.

Are you late again, Pogorelov?

Bad.

This is very bad, Pogorelov.

March to the place.

Children.

Stop the disgrace.

Hello.

Sit down.

So, to prove this theorem,
the last one for the current academic year,

it is necessary to mentally
superimpose one triangle on another.

It got burned.

Did you overlap the triangles?

Mentally.

I did.

No, you are provoking.

And I'll ask you to leave the class.

Along with this rubbish.

And I guarantee you a conversation.

And not with me.

Eki, sin.

Well, so what?

Like what?

Well, you however... however I
remember, and you should remember.

There was such a film,
where it all started with Crows.

And it ended sadly.

Please note, it is sad for the team.

Do we really need sad
endings in our school?

No, they are not needed.

Right.

Nobody needs sad endings.

And the registration of the school must be
violated and it redes Kommunatori on earlier.

Need to.

That's right, it's necessary.

Do you know how to arrange it?

I can't.

But he, Ivan Pogorelov, knows how.

So put it on.

Thoughts on one thing, on another
and understand, what is the reason.

Well?

Well, did they impose it?

Put it on.

What happened?

It turned out that I was being insulted.

And you indulge.

This is what happened.

I believe that our school has given
an excessive humanitarian bias.

And we, the exact sciences,
no longer count for anything.

My dear, don’t be complex.

I'll give him a sound
and put him in his place.

I don't believe it.

I give you my word.

Both as a wordsmith and as a director.

Just a director is enough.

Well, that’s wonderful.

Ogorelov.

A?

What is this?

Nature.

No, Ivan, this is not nature.

This is the devil knows what.

We agreed.

The natural landscape needs to be drawn.

No, Pogorelov Ivan, no.

The natural landscape, our
landscape, is not painted that way.

How is he drawn?

Well, I don’t know, at
least not in a surreal way.

How?

We have a rural school,
not a headquarters UNESCO.

Where are the said birches?

Where are the mentioned
birches in the foreground?

There are no specified birch trees.

Where is the field?

Yarovykh or Azimakh in the middle ground?

No, it’s not Yarovoy’s field, not Asimov’s.

Where is the forest in the background?

There is nothing.

There is only damaged
material and ruined paint.

What kind of team meeting can I
hold against such a background?

How will the presidium look
against such a background?

Have you thought about this?

Come to me, Pogorelov Ivan.

I sincerely want to act pedagogically, That’s
why I want to understand you, Ivan Pogorelov.

But I can’t understand you, Ivan Pogorelov.

Neither the tractor can be driven normally,
neither the landscape is ok to give.

Why did you bring a raven into class?

It's a pity.

Don’t you feel sorry for
Stanislav Grigorievich?

It's a shame.

And why?

They came up with an offensive
nickname for him, but he knows.

What nickname?

Lace.

What does the lace have to do with it?

Don't know.

Well, you know, it’s the end of the year.

I know.

Then cover it all up.

I'll cover it up.

And you will draw a landscape with birches.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

I hear you.

Will you draw before the prom?

No, I can't do that.

Well, you, Pogorelov,
have really gone out of line.

And the team’s task is to bring
you back before it’s too late.

Understood?

I’ll put my little bastard on the ski, I’ll
be her squad, I’ll be her bastard, Hello, son!

What to hang on you?

Yes so!

The two of them got up to something.

No!

And what?

It’s just that, dad, a dark
period has begun for me.

This is a step to understand.

Well, an artist has different periods.

There, blue or pink.

And mine is black.

Hm.

I respect you.

Well, bye.

Bye.

Anya, come on, come on.

Vanka, don't bother me.

Hello, Nin.

Hello, Nina Stepanovna.

Hello.

Ivan, behind the central
estate a kilometer ahead.

Click on the medals.

Come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

Turn up the speed.

Hurry up service from us.

Hurry, hurry!

Ivan, follow me.

Hello Elvira!

Hello!

It has already started,
and there are no places.

There will be ones for us.

I won’t find it, she said.

Save your strength for your spouse.

Elvia, but so far I’ve gotten back
from the field, while I quarreled with her.

There should have been less squabbling.

Tell Lizka this.

She can’t do this without
exchanging opinions.

Yes, I let him in.

Yes, the guest performers
forbade me to slam the door.

Let's interrupt the concert, and people will be husking
sunflower seeds and clapping in front of the door.

The mood, you know,
cannot be broken in any way.

What to break?

Mood.

Culture is called to the masses.

And Ivashka and I are
not coming out as masses.

Outcasts we come out.

Dad, let's go to the dumpsters, maybe
I can give you some paint, let's go.

Just wait with your paint,
El.

I’ll just look through the crack,
for the general outlook, eh?

Well, just for general purposes.

Yes.

Now you will see a
choreographic miniature.

Stenka, Razin and the Persian princess.

Performed by diplomats,
er, guilty diplomats,

numerous competitions of Adelia and Vikenty Sarkov.

Please!

Quickie.

Hold on.

Well, what are you...

Svetochka, hello.

Svetochka, open the beer.

Deaf, or what?

Not deaf, but a new installation.

What installation?

Installation.

Beer is sold only during intermission.

Comrade Zhurchin said that the new palace of
culture was not just a new palace, but a hearth.

Hearth?

Yes, a palace of culture,
a center of culture.

It's clear.

Well, then give me some mineral water.

Yes, they haven’t brought us
mineral water since last quarter.

Everything is correct.

And you strive... to spit in the
soul of your former classmate.

Yes?

I do not strive, but am guided.

Go ahead, go ahead.

Vanka, let's get out of here.

These hearths do not
warm me from any place.

Excuse me, will you have a light?

Do you have any matches?

Thank you.

Listen, princess.

Are you a literate person?

Well?

Well then, here it is.

Read.

These are my own poems.

Well, what next?

Well, read, read, there
are good ones there.

And if you want, I can read it myself.

And you, as a representative
of high art, appreciate it.

For example, this is very...

A very personal poem.

Eh, why am I getting old?

Thirty years have already passed.

I'm sad and gray.

Life made a face at me.

I once dreamed and
naively hoped that everything

around me was joyful, that
there were only charms all around.

I dreamed of flying over
mountains and abysses.

Only there are no planes,
just complete uncertainty.

The village of Rassvetovka.

February 7, 1985.

Very late at night.

Well, huh?

From the point of view of high art.

From the point of view of high art.

Bad poems.

Primitive.

Graphomania.

Knizhna, they didn’t teach you
how to use trash cans in Persia?

How?

I say, with spittoons for triggers
on Have you met the East yet?

And anyway... Dad, don't.

Dad.

I've already taken off my parachute
and held a cigarette between my teeth.

You're a woman, look
at yourself you're blue.

This is makeup.

And why are you poking me, exactly?

Why are you bothering me?

And in general, cover up, not on the beach.

Dad, don't get excited, Dad.

What is she?

Primitive.

Dad.

Diplomat.

Went.

I would be embarrassed in front of a child.

High art is called hack.

They brought it, and then clap for them.

Hello.

Masters of brushes and cutters.

Kostya.

Kostya, are you here?

Hello.

What, aren't you at the concert?

Screw him.

Yes, I also thought, well, screw him.

Profanation.

Profanation.

Vanka wanted to imitate your gouache.

Some kind of hardened one.

Do you have it, no?

Well, it's possible.

Can?

Well, Vanka, give him some luck.

But, Vanyusha, the gouache
will have to be worked on.

I finished him and the
man, and you draw his tree.

Look, no amateur performances.

You know, advertising
is the engine of the plan.

Like this.

Well, Motya, let's sit down and talk.

Let's.

What about, Kostya?

About life, Motya.

An interesting topic about life.

Let's.

Look what you see in
front of the cathedral.

Do you think this is a device?

Unit?

There is no Motya to enlarge the pictures.

No.

This is Motya rock abundance.

Denzhich gives a lot.

They bring me, say,
a tiny photograph.

Kryhotulechka, like from a passport.

I insert it into this very epidioscope.

Called from me, from
me, in, if you want, in.

You want it for a salon,
you want it for a cemetery.

The resemblance is spot on.

And also in color, in gamma, in flavor.

I'll go to hell, Motya.

Where?

Philosophy.

Are you crazy, Konstantin?

Nikolaevich?
I did the proofreading.

There is such a philosophy.

Or rather, teaching.

It's called pantheism.

I really like it, you know.

Here it is, in pantheism.

And I'll leave.

Once the talent is
killed, we have to leave.

Really, Vanya, huh?

He's definitely gone crazy.

From that kind of money.

I will leave them, the damned ones.

Who killed your talent?

Who needs it?

Your talent.

To whom?

Are you finished, Vanya?

Now.

All.

Well, he killed, you ask?

This is the bastard.

So she killed.

Yes, Strongman.

Avdyuchka is right.

Life is a very difficult thing.

Sometimes he’ll hit you like that, he’ll turn you
around like that, that you can’t even collect the seeds.

She beat you.

Who?

Well, Life.

Yes, yes.

And when?

Who knows?

Here I was born, here I studied.

He was a soldier and took a wife.

Meanwhile, you were
found under the cabbage.

Do you remember exactly
when life shook you up?

This is an elusive moment.

You know, I was so talented.

And capable, too.

And now?

What now?

What are you now?

Ah, now I'm just good.

Not that, not all.

The middle is halfway.

Life cut off outstanding places and
trimmed them according to the norm.

Only you tell no one about this.

Grave.

Maybe I'll take revenge again.

Normally, living is a bit cramped.

Let's take another aspect.

It is difficult to break into high art.

Oh, son, how difficult it is.

I sent poems by mail seven
times and no answer, no greeting.

And not little ones.

Nothing, nothing.

Then they will regret it.

It's always like that with geniuses.

There was, for example, an American genius.

They've already started
publishing it in all the magazines.

And he was so tired of this breaking through that he
jumped off the ship and drowned himself in the sea.

And they didn’t stop?

Who, a genius?

No, the steamship, so
that there is a genius.

They didn't stop.

Nobody noticed.

It was evening.

Or another example.

Also from foreign,
from English reality.

Wait.

Went.

They showed up!

Amazing!

The guys are having fun, and
here granny and I are humping.

There are other people.

Someone's lucky.

Olga sent a letter.

What?

What, what.

Olga writes.

She has no worries, no worries.

My husband went on a business trip again.

For a long time?

Yes, for a long time.

He only sends money.

And you are immediately envious.

Your money is not enough for you.

I have no time to envy.

I have things to do.

Digging in the ground, washing.

Run to the farm like a goat.

It's useful for the waist.

I don't need her anymore.

Oh, where did you learn to make trouble?

Give it.

We don't need it.

It's time for you to watch TV.

So it doesn't work.

Sorry, I forgot.

One of these days I’ll definitely
drag it myself for repairs.

Lisa.

Vanka, why are you so upset?

The bull ran away again.

Find it quickly and bring it.

Yes, step aside.

Lisa, Lisa, Lizaveta.

In general, wrap up.

It's time to turn off the lights.

It will be tomorrow.

Exactly the same as yesterday.

Graphomania, primitive.

Are you awake?

Mother will catch you.

Well, a little more, Pavel.

Do you paint?

Yes.

Come on, show me.

In.

What are these, leaves?

Yes.

And this?

Snow.

It turns out to be nonsense.

Can snow lie on green leaves?

Or maybe he fell out early.

Until the deadline.

Ah-ah-ah.

Well, that's another matter.

And this?

Like horses.

Yes.

Koi.

What's in their hair?

Stars.

Their manes are so long
that they reach to the sky.

So the stars got entangled in them.

Ah-ah-ah.

Again nonsense.

Not true.

Why not the truth?

Don't know.

But it's a fact.

In general, wrap it up.

Our grandmother joined
the economic company.

Every day, in the morning and evening, the
counter records and calculates the difference.

Bye, dad.

Bye, son.

My good one.

This is...

not a machine, but an Egyptian
pyramid with a telpher drive.

Again?

What?

We'll turn on the electricity
again and earn rubles.

It's like we're printing it ourselves.

We live without a regime again.

You were given my regime.

I'm for you... Empty space.

I can’t fall asleep in an empty place.

I’ll just doze off and you’ll show
up in the middle of the night.

You rustle one and wake up.

Don't be ugly, Lizonka.

Divorce me.

You can't get a divorce.

People are watching.

Oh, people are watching.

Stay here, wait.

That's why they came up with photo
cards, so that we do not forget ourselves.

And look, since people are watching.

Here.

Take a good look at what you were like.

A person.

And that's how I took you.

She was a fool to go.

Why did you go?

Didn't they drag a narc?

And the whole class left.

I was a fool then, but you are a fool now.

Little boy.

Even though you earn
money, you are not a drunkard.

Stop, Lizonka.

Poet-inventor.

Isn't it funny, Mofe?

Not funny.

If you want to know, during the
Renaissance every citizen was like this.

They were drawing.

They wrote music.

Navellas.

The statues were also at war.

They fought for centuries.

Yes, I don’t know how
it is in the Renaissance.

They have their own
feudal life, and we have ours.

And a respected person must be sedate.

Solid.

Otherwise, Mot, I’m
ashamed in front of people.

In front of people?

And the world was playing
around, Lizonka, why?

Who is forcing?

But I personally don’t want to
pretend to be an old man yet.

And period.

Well, what do you want?

The work is good.

Vacation is long now.

Family.

Well, what more time do you need?

Don't bury me.

Don't make me a squirrel in a wheel.

And so she crushed it.

Wings clipped.

But you didn't have wings.

And they won't grow.

Be a simple man.

And turn off the lights.

You won't get to work tomorrow.

Get up at half past five.

Don't want.

What don't you want?

Don't know.

You'll leave now.

Dad, why are you crying?

I?

I'm crying.

No, it's...

A mosquito got into my eye.

Such a small mosquito.

Have you heard about flying
saucers? who came to us from space?

I heard.

The boys were saying something.

Did you talk?

Can you imagine?

It seems like they...

These plates have been
circling above us for a long time.

They just don’t want to make contact.

Maybe they despise us.

Maybe they are watching
us like cockroaches.

Let's get to the bottom of how
we're messing around here.

Are we cockroaches?

What if?

According to the theory of
relativity, anything can happen.

No, dad.

We are not cockroaches.

Do you know for sure?

Exactly.

Thank you, Pig, for your confidence.

Vanyusha made me happy.

Just always be sure.

This requires strength.

And look what they are.

You should, Van, accumulate strength little by little.

It will come in handy.

And I'm already saving.

And in general, something strange is happening.

Judge for yourself.

According to the report, there
has clearly been a sharp jump.

From consistently good to not
very satisfactory performance.

Things got to the point where he, Ivan,
recently we were now scared by our

unhappy math teacher,
Stanislav Grigorievich.

Vanya, and scared.

How is this?

We threw the crow.

I understand, due to failures in my personal life

This is the first proposal.

This is the first one.

Everything you need.

He comes to them with
algorithms, not with crows.

Is this logical?

It's all because of you.

Matvey dissolved the
boy to the last sliver.

Quiet, Lisa, Lisa.

The boy Ivan does not feel any interest
in technology, or in exact subjects,

or in the humanities.

And in general he is some
kind of inert Pogorelov.

Which?

Inert.

Well, did you take the gym?

Inactive, that is.

Inactive.

It’s you, Lazar Dmitrievich, in vain.

He's not inert, he knows for sure.

I would be silent and listen.

Why on earth?

A normal son is growing up.

He has work going on inside, be healthy.

The energy just hasn't broken through yet.

Let's say this.

I have been looking at him
for a long time too, but, alas,

Unfortunately, I can’t
get hold of anything yet.

You say the energy did not break through.

It's dangerous.

The time will come, the energy will break
through, but suddenly in the wrong direction.

Why is it necessarily wrong?

If only because Ivan turns out to be honestly
connected by friendship with Konstantin Avdyuchko.

So what, Lazar Dmitrievich?

Bohemia.

Dubious personality,
dubious friendship.

It's strange how you manage to do this.

The personality is necessarily dubious.

The channel is not right.

Who determined this?

What is it, what is it not?

It’s just that a boy can nourish
things that are alien to him.

Ho-ho-ho!

Are there any little ones there?

Well, his brain really has a little
twist, so that’s what’s interesting.

Why confine everyone to the same pot?

But our task is not to cut
hair, and to orient in time.

provide professional
guidance life orientation.

And this is where the functions of
the family school are intertwined.

Here you are.

Matvey is a good mechanic, two certificates have faded,

and the apples have rolled
far away from the apple tree.

And now is the time to
move it closer to the root.

Lazar Dmitrievich, he has his
own garden bed, and I have my own.

I've talked enough.

Lazar Dmitrievich is right.

We're missing the boy.

I was running too fast,
you're overworked, don't

work, you're no better at magic than this damned bastard.

Of course, a man from the Renaissance.

Where there?

Lisa, Lisa, outsiders.

Lazar Dmitrievich is not an outsider.

Everyone learned from him.

Enough is enough,
it’s time to live normally.

The art in the books is good.

And from the barn, so
that you all immediately.

You can't do it yourself, I'll do it.

That's it, I don't want
to hear anything more.

Instead of doing business, one translates the paper this

way, the other that way, some kind of manmator, not that one.

Quiet.

Sit down, otherwise
the cats will give you up.

Can?

Uncle Kostya, can I hide
my drawings with you?

Well, put it over there, behind the tablet.

That's it for now.

And then I’ll take it when mom calms down.

Don't tell me, Lisa, I
won't catch it like that.

The most cunning bird.

Chicken.

A chicken is not a bird.

But the woman won’t show it.

Granny Seraphim, come in from the left.

And you, Svetlana, take it clearly.

Sit down, Uncle Kirill.

What's bothering you, damned one?

Lisa, go ahead, don’t torment me.

Open it, sprinkle it on the board.

Quiet, quiet, she’s afraid of noise.

Now we can handle it, now we can handle it.

So, son, I set the task.

Not a second of rest.

What are you doing, Vanyushka,
did you drag your lantern again?

And how old is she after you?

After all, the omen is bad,
stupid, and you are like that.

Hehe, you know, he smiles.

What is this you have?

Magic lantern!

Vanya, I re-read my work
and I know what I thought.

Maybe this one who called me a
primitive graphomaniac is right?

No, dad, you're wrong.

And in verses, in poetry you
understand that something?

No.

Well, you see.

But you, in my opinion,
understand something else.

You have strings.

What strings?

I don't know myself.

Human.

Feel.

I feel the strings here.

I have them under weakening.

I even wrote a poem for you.

My best son, don’t forget about joy.

Joy all around, full of it.

Only we prefer heaviness.

Those that the general store offers us.

Little man, be glad that you exist.

Be glad that you have
a father and a mother.

Be glad that the white
light is not too small.

Make everyone happy.

And rejoice again.

Kisses, dad.

Real poetry.

But I’m never sad anyway.

Aren't you sad?

Not because of anything.

Didn't you notice?

Yes, yes, yes, yes.

It's a story.

Right here, in this faye.

So, the devices are in place.

The camera is ready.

Valentine!

Valya!

Come on, Light.

Where do you have triphases here?

Triphases?

Triphases, triphases... Here
in my workshop, triphases.

That's great!

Triphases... Maybe
they should wear a tie?

Valentin, stop yelling,
you're disturbing me.

Here, behind the
tablets, let's get moving.

Right here, please.

Valentin, you'll be there soon.

Well, just a minute.

Yes, they already
installed a camera there.

How much is possible?

Whose is this?

Yours?

No, not mine.

Boys of one.

So, the boy is playing around.

How old?

48.

Not for you, boy.

About 12 years old, what?

Amazing.

What originality.

Yes, indeed, there is something.

Comrade Zhurchin, what are you?

Yes.

What is it that you are hiding?

What am I hiding?

You have such a nugget
growing, but you don’t -gu.

This is a sensation.

I have to take this
and show it who should.

In Moscow, at an art school.

Everything, everything,
no, no artist, girls.

I was there in the morning,
the kovedu was over.

That's it, no, that's it.

Sold out.

Kostya, remember, you are your own father.

The Tambov wolf is for you, dear father.

I can’t, do, tee, cereals for Yes, the poster is wonderful, only you are on my

left, you know, draw the profile of the hero, and on the right is a profile of heroin.

They get similar ones from you.

You understand, just
understand that the potential

viewer must understand
that this is a film about love.

Two famous actors filmed
themselves on the old ones.

Well, it’s difficult to draw two profiles.

Here's where your
profiles are, here they are.

This is the key to planned success.

And love is planned,
that’s where I have it.

Van, what did you want, huh?

Come on, Uncle Kostya, I’ll come
later I wanted to ask for some paint.

Paints?

And why then?

Where is ex, where is his identity?

Mole?

Look for your scaliffs.

What?

What?

Vanya, Vanya, why?

I'll go.

The first travels of the key rows,

under stampirit Brian Sage,

that the same saint is not waiting.

Where?

Into pantheism.

Where?

Into pantheism.

Where is this?

This is how you come out, to the left.

The highest principle is
developed in all living things, okay?

In a blade of grass, in a goat, in a
cow, in this baby, Grandma Methodievna.

What-what, father?

Oh, I’m not your father, I’m a
piece of the universe to you.

Truly.

In truth, father.

And you are also a part of the universe.

Truly, father.

Mom, why are you listening to him,
you're embarrassing yourself -That?

You were a Komsomol member.

The man talks interestingly, not
like you, about sausage and sneakers.

This doctrine is called pantheism.

It originated in India, many
centuries ago, in a friendly country.

Bifodina, why are you baptizing yourself?

Why are you crossing yourself?

Oh, father.

Won't you keep your hand or something?

What's wrong?

What's wrong, what's wrong.

Relax your limbs, rest.

Well, okay, citizens, the lecture is
over, Do you have any questions?

No?

Well, since there are no questions, This means the

next lesson is on Wednesday at 16.00, just without delay.

SONG And the Lord destined to die.

On the big one, on the big
one, you don’t know the way.

And the Lord destined to die, to die.

Vanya, whose text?

Don't know.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin.

The music is, of course, modern.

Student Saikin has it recorded on tape.

It’s either business or it’s a matter of
being in place, Driving around Mesnitskaya.

About the village, about the village, about the
bride She can think about it in her spare time.

Whether it's a glass of rum or a
night's sleep in the morning, tea.

It's either business or business,
brothers at home, Roma, well, go and drive.

It's either business or business,
brothers at home, Well, go and drive.

Well, go and drive.

What a blessing!

Divine!

Well, ah!

Here, Vanyush, right here,
right here, Vanya, here she is.

She lives.

I can't believe it.

I'm telling you for sure.

Here's a pike.

No, Uncle Kostya, spawn
a pike here, Vladimir.

Yeah, yeah, what do you understand.

What do you understand, I saw it myself.

And I will catch her.

Eh, Vanyushka, my dear friend.

There is a pike, there is no pike.

Who cares?

Every person should at least once in their
life Catch pike where it is not found.

Or cause mischief so that
the smoke becomes a yoke.

Oh, mother life, desperate aunt.

Swam out, Sukhomlinsky.

Uncle Kostya, there's another one.

What are they having today?

Mass swim of executives?

Come back!

Well, he misbehaved with pantheism.

That's enough, Kostya.

Swim, swim, entertainer, swim.

I'm reconsidering my life.

Don't be selfish.

You are just reconsidering your life.

And on a regional scale, the review is on.

Konstantin, you are
drowning me without a knife.

Kostya, I specifically
read about your pantheism.

Love must permeate the world.

In search.

And a piece of this
love is spilled within me.

And in you too, Kostya, come back!

Holy be with her!

Kostya, come back.

Konstantin.

Will they come back, Vanya?

Come back.

Come back.

Sorry for the tea.

Kostya, please come back.

OK.

I just set foot in my workshop.

I swear.

And our school, Elizaveta
Petrovna, is excellent.

All conditions will be for studying.

Well, why doubt?

Oh, I have no doubt.

Thanks a lot.

Only Matvey will return from the field.

Do you have a place to stay in Moscow?

Temporarily until the renovations at
the boarding school are completed.

Yes, yes.

Cousin sister.

Well, that's good.

I also want to inform you that an exhibition
of Ivan Pogorelov is being organized in Tsidri.

Where?

In the Central House of Artists.

Lord, this can't be true.

Cruelty of cruelty.

Come on, be careful, be careful.

Come on, take it.

Hurry, hurry.

Throw your shirts here.

Let's run.

Let's run.

Let us take the pants off our minds.

Now let them sneak home
along the launch pads.

He never gets full, which is what he needs.

Still, Vanya, you know, there is
a certain charm in ancient rituals.

Yeah.

Take, for example, such an ancient ritual,
like ablution in captivity.

Yeah.

In them a person recognizes his essence,
but he sees it uncovered, so to speak.

How long will I, how long will I wander around
the world, now in a carriage, now in a carriage,

now in Verkhoi, now in kibitki, then in kibitki,
now in a carriage, now in a troika, now in a troika,

then on foot, not in the hereditary take.

Vanka!

Where are you hanging around?

I completely searched.

Hurry home.

A professor from Moscow came to see you there.

God.

Will they leave the boy?

Crocheters.

Vanechka, darling.

There he is.

Come on faster, faster.

Here he is.

I found it by force.

Oh, mother, dinner.

Hello, Ivan.

Do you want to learn drawing?

A?

In Moscow.

In a specialized art school.

Why so, Datmutenka?

Yes, I’m okay.

What are you doing?

From worries.

Vanyusha, he’s about to leave.

What about us?

Completely strangers.

No one.

Non-cable.

Lisa.

You swore more simply.

More familiar.

I don't swear.

This is how they explained it on the radio.

You're a fool.

As I present it.

Various professors will fall on
him there, all sorts of scientists.

Well, well, yes.

They only have concerns.

They will begin to explore,
but he will endure, will be silent.

Like a dumb bull, I know.

Well, well, well, she began
to rattle and carried away.

You would write novels
with such imagination.

Agatha Christie from Rassvetovka.

Why do I need novels?

I'm a simple woman.

I wish I could give birth to another baby.

Little daughter.

Small.

That's it.

Well, it's quite small.

Well, that's it.

Drawing is an important subject.

Writing is also an important subject.

But, most importantly, don’t get lost in
the composition, because everything else...

...longer than her.

Yes.

And in general...

...don't get lost, eh!

Get lost, Magashton?

You see, you can get lost in the city.

The police will find
you there and save you.

But in life you will lose your path, no
one will show you back on this path.

It's the first time you've made a mistake.

Let me cut off a corner,
you think, and then again...

...I'll take the real road.

But no.

Why not?

But there is nothing when your own path is lost.

Nothing.

We are all human, partly artists,
Everyone knows how to apply paint.

A

Here's a complete picture to paint...

...a competent composition of life...

...this, brother, probably
requires a special talent.

Everything, Matvey, everything is signed, certified in
form and the characteristics are the same as they are.

Thank you, Lazar Dmitrievich,
thank you for everything.

You...

Motya has the right to reproach me.

Why?

You got burned, you
have the right to tell me.

Why were you, you old bespectacled
stump, beating my boy when he... Don't.

...that's who came out.

Lazar Dmitrievich, Ivan did
not grow up like this in the forest.

Among people.

So that’s what’s offensive.

After all, what worries me?

He's unusual.

And since it’s unusual and alarming, it
means as if something bad would happen.

We are used to thinking out of
habit, and we see out of habit.

Isn't it...

...is it possible to understand everyone?

Here, it would seem, Lazar
Dmitrievich, I know Vanka better than you.

But I only recently understood.

What did you understand?

Then I realized that Vanka
is my man from the future.

However, Matvey
Pogorelov, you went too far.

Not a little bit.

Just don’t lose my thought.

What?

Do you know what the stomach is?

It's not just the guts
that are different there.

This is a whole block.

And what about it?

Just don’t interrupt,
otherwise I’ll get confused.

Cunning.

And the whole stomach is insidious.

A person constantly
eats crackers with water.

The man has enough.

A person begins to consume more.

The stomach gets used to it.

More to come.

It's stretching.

It comes out dimensionless.

The word is so disgusting.

Elastic.

This means that no matter how much you chew,
he will accept everything and demand more.

And what’s scary, Lazar Dmitrievich.

A person gets used to it.

And it’s not just the barbecue that’s being
threshed there, hazel grouse with pineapples.

He eats things.

Light bulbs, speakers for five thousand rubles,
hazel grouse with an inscription on the butt.

And you look, it’s no longer
a person coming towards you,

but a solid gastrointestinal tract in a hat and Italian glasses.

Yes, yes.

But Vanka has no stomach.

Well, give it up.

Honestly.

I swear by Grandma Seraphim, who raised me.

He consumes something else from life.

And sometimes he takes
a look and you shudder.

Are you really making some kind of
messiah out of a Soviet schoolboy?

Unscientific conclusion,
Matvey, the confusion burned out.

But it's a fact.

I even...

I did one experiment.

Experiment?

Yes.

This is more interesting.

Which one?

I want to understand what kind
of daughter she will turn out to be.

To keep a protocol from the first days.