Burnt by the Sun Page #4

bring them back from France.

Don't cry, Mokhova.

I'll tell Daddy...

...to bring you some more.

Oh, a pioneer regiment!

Pioneers don't cry.

They're soaked.

Nadya...

The pioneers are here.

Is there a celebration today?

You don't know what for?

You know, I don't understand

their celebrations.

All I know is...

...is that it's an important Soviet celebration.

I'll lie down for a while.

- My head...

- Lie.

...is spinning.

I'll lie down.

It's Nadya.

She's the one who knows all

the celebrations.

Good.

Oh, God!

What's that I smell?

Could it be little Nadya

who's going to be a pioneer...

...and the head of the class?

How do you know?

Well...

...why wouldn't I know

the most brilliant...

...of them all?

Are you the summer Santa?

Yes, Nadya.

I'm the wizard from Maghreb.

What's the Maghreb?

The Maghreb...

...is the land

where summer Santas live.

In the USSR?

Of course.

All the summer Santas

live in the USSR.

- And the winter ones?

- They, too.

Are you a doctor?

Probably.

We need one for Mokhova.

- She's still alive?

- Yes.

My great-grandmother

and Elena...

...threw away her medicine.

They're still alive, too?

And how!

Mokhova!

Mokhova!

This is Mokhova.

Away, white virgin!

Who invited you in?

"Lather makes Marussya's skin soft."

As if we didn't have

enough lunatics here!

What do you want?

Silence, you polygamist!

What do you mean by that?

Happy holiday, noble ancestors!

But I'm not even a grandmother!

Nadya!

Someone!

Who invited him in?

Stop stamping your feet!

But why...

You're here too, you lover of sweet wines...

...and immodest young women!

Splash!

34-15, extension 19.

What did he say?

That's my old office number.

Hello!

Mitya!

I just recognized you!

Mitya!

My God!

When Marussya was a baby,

Boris used to say to me...

..."Lather makes Marussya's skin soft."

What a joker!

Dimitri, I must say...

Vsevolod Konstantinovich!

Hello.

Mitya! You're back at last!

Kirik, quiet.

This is...

...Sergei, my husband.

This is the famous Mitya...

...of whom my father was so fond.

And his best student.

Kotov.

Delighted.

Same here.

In fact, we've already met.

Of course, I remember.

You've met?

It was a long time ago, for a short while.

And this?

This is our doughter, Nadya.

Nadya, call me Uncle Mitya.

Uncle Mitya.

Close your mouth.

Mokhova...

Dimitri Andreyevich!

My immaculate...

Immaculate, right?

Mokhova...

...why don't you dust properly?

I don't dust properly?

Wait...

Wait a minute...

On New Year's Eve in 1928...

...just before I left, we had hidden all the gifts.

I hid a candy here.

It's not there now!

Look, it's here...

It's a celebration for everyone except me.

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