White Feast Page #2

We need to call an ambulance.

It's too late, he's already dead.

Buy a cat. Wonderful, beautiful, champion

of the city of Penza. A joy for...

I'm tired of all these cats.

Professor?

Do you recognize me?

I think, yes...

I was your student.

And how are you?

Fine, great.

And you?

I'm alright...

It's good that the memories remain...

Professor!

No, no, nothing, everything is alright.

And now this fool will write down,

that she said "Everything is alright".

Do you sell vodka?

- Yep.

My mask...

This crone lives in our apartment. The most

sh*t. I hate her bulging eyes, dammit...

Look, look, what a mug!

And this one comes to her, speculator...

Listen! That one is Simka's

fancy man. Simka's fancy man!

Do you remember Simka? She

was singing in the bathhouse.

Listen! This is Vas'ka with his wife, they

set up a marketing cooperative, bastards...

and now they are raking

in the shekels. Look!

Gravediggers. Here is the wife...

Who painted it?

- Me. Bruegel painted it 500 years ago.

Look! In the middle,

half-face, running somewhere...

Do you see? Maybe that's me...

My chair.

Do you know, Stanislav,

sometimes it seems to me, that

all of us there.

No, rather all of them...

all of them... here.

Let's drink!

Let's get out of here.

And who will pay the money?

- On the way back.

Would you buy this birdcage?

Relese the bird, please...

- I will, it croaked anyway.

What's the matter?

- I feel very cold.

Come on, there is one eatery nearby.

Ah you scabby vile with rancid brains!

I'll get you anyway, stinky sucker!

B*tch! I won't let you get away

from me! Oh, my leg, oh, anyway...

I didn't know that you are a professor.

Tell me, wouldn't you mind some mistakes

in my notes? Grammatical mistakes...

Miss, leave him alone.

This is such a bastard! To

leave him alone? No, never, no!

Filthy scum!

- Now you can lug him as much as you like. Crum!

I'll knit a rope anyway, I'll strangle

him anyway... Oh, my leg hurts...

And who will pay?

- The state will pay!

Oh, my leg hurts... Well,

I'll drop you anyway!

Why do you battering him?

He's made of cast-iron.

If you'd tried to hit him while

he'd been alive, he'd have you...

By the way, what did you do

before you became a detective?

Pensioner.

And before that?

Before?

- Yes. Professor, allow me not to answer this question.

Alright, don't answer.

- Roger that.

So, do they have milk?

- Of course.

Milk and...

- What's the matter? Why are you out of queue? Where are you going?

It's for the professor...

Milk is sour. Sour milk! Bastards!

Suckers!

- Listen, let's get out of here.

Professor, let me ask you to open up?

- But he could hit you!

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