Aleksandra Page #2

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- Where's the crew?

- Sleeping.

Bring me a Kalashnikov.

- Where do you sit?

- It's not very comfortable.

- Sit down.

- It's hot.

It smells.

It's the guns, the iron, the men.

You'll get used to it.

It's terrible.

That's the driver's seat.

How many people fit in?

Ten or more.

Must be a tight fit...

Are you tired?

Certainly not.

Here, Captain!

Give it to me.

I'll stay here.

You're not scared?

Why should I be? Let me see.

- Give it here!

- Not too heavy?

Let me try it.

Hold it against your shoulder.

Look up.

Down, like that...

Load it.

There...

Like that...

That's good.

It's so easy.

Well done.

Come on,

I'll show you something else.

Come on, Grandma.

Turn around. Good.

Don't pull my arm!

You'll rip it out of its socket!

Well done.

- Careful.

- Stand straight.

Mazour, take the gun!

Yes, sir!

Well?

It's great!

- I'm tired. And my legs...

- Same here.

- Are you sleepy?

- Always.

Then, get into bed.

- No, I'll go back.

- Really?

If not, I'll make a noise,

tossing and turning in bed.

And I'll say horrible things

in my sleep.

Well, go getwashed...

If you can find the shower!

You don't look after your body.

You're strong and brave,

but you're letting yourself go.

You look like a peasant,

not an officer.

Maybe I'm not...

Maybe I would be more of one

if I hadn't shot so many people.

It doesn't make me

more ardent or proud.

I don't believe you. And you're

not the only one to shoot people.

A man down

isn't necessarily dead.

And you take after me,

you're strong.

That's not

the most important thing for a man.

But I only understood that lately.

I didn't understand your grandfather.

He'd stopped loving strong people.

It's complicated for a soldier.

-Where are you going?

- Especially a Russian.

Let's talk a while.

This'll make the others happy!

- Discussion over.

- Go to bed!

OK, OK.

Go to bed. I'm going, too.

What's that?

Good Lord, what's that?

Well, I'm not going to stay here.

Not everybody's sleeping.

There's movement.

Let's not get lost.

Looking for someone?

Can I help you?

Goodnight.

OK, thanks.

I can't reach my wife.

She's really depressed.

Where am I going?

I can't see a soul.

Have they all gone or what?

Halt! Who goes there?

Who are you going to see?

-You, clearly.

-Why me?

Wait! Where's she from?

Look in the bag!

- What now?

- I'll just have a look.

- Go ahead.

-Who are you going to see?

There's something soft, Andrey.

I want to sit down for a while.

Get off me.

Get off me, I said!

I'm going through, anyway!

It stinks of dog in there!

It always smells of something here!

I'm getting used to it...

Where's the dog?

There hasn't been one for ages!

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