Burnt by the Sun Page #2

They'd be right to.

Sergei, we've never had fleas

in this house.

What?

But you...

What a family!

Your uncle has

a screw loose, too.

I don't know why they have to

wash in that wooden hut...

...when we have

a beautiful bathroom.

I know, I know, I know.

Kutuzov and Pushkin

used to wash in one, too.

I know all that.

But that child...

...that little child...

...has no reason to be in there.

Vsevolod!

Why don't you ever say anything?

You're like Switzerland!

Well-fed and apathetic.

I, on the contrary, am starving and impassioned.

Like a gypsy.

Vsevolod Konstantinovich,

your legs are in my way.

Our colonel is right.

This place is a madhouse.

You've had your finger

in the jam again.

It'll ferment, and the guests won't have...

All right, all right.

"Burnt by the sun"

"As the crimson sea did run"

"I heard you say, my dove"

"That there would be no love."

Masha, Gosha, hello!

Hell! Hands off!

Grannies...

...what are you doing?

Good Lord, why are you...?

But why?

You know why.

Boris brought this medicine

back from abroad before 1917.

Why throw it away?

Because it can't continue.

Look!

And all these herbs, too!

You know she's obsessed

with medicine.

When the doctor prescribed iron for her...

...she boiled some nails

and drank the water.

She could have poisoned herself.

Miss.

Miss!

Is this Zagorianka?

Where?

What's Zagorianka?

Or, maybe...

...Zagorienka?

Oh, my God!

Young man!

Excuse me,

is this the SHAM?

You bet! A real sham!

What sham?

The State Home

for Artists and Musicians.

SHAM, for short.

Elena!

Will you be much longer?

Yes.

Nadya, get out of my armchair.

She's coming...

It's because of my eye.

"Confession is the source of justice."

- Who brought this?

- The pioneers.

- For whom?

- For Comrade Kotov.

For breakfast.

Listen... "Confession is the source of justice."

That took some finding!

Vsevolod! Your comments

will be the end of you!

I still say...

that the presumption of innocence

is the basis of law,

even the Roman law,

which I am fortunate to teach.

Stop!

What a farce!

Olga, when do you cut my hair?

You think it's necessary?

Boris would like me

to cut his hair.

Bring the mail.

My brother always had

an awful hairsytle.

There were still discharges

at university.

They returned half of them

for "imperfect knowledge of...

the origins of Marxism-Leninism".

- Half ?

- Yes, but not me.

Uncle, play something for us.

- How?

- Play!

Nadia...

Wait, wait.

Excuse me.

Nadia,

It's your instrument.

I show you how to do it.

Just blow.

Look!

Well done!

Well, I...

I wanted to say something important.

Ah, yes!

Here I am!

It looks like sackcloth!

Yes...

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