Come and See Page #3

You're Iying! Filthy liar!

Liar!

Why don't you say something?

Why won't you see me?

I'm right here...

I exist...

Here I am.

You're not living.|You don't hear birds singing.

You're deaf and blind.

Here I am... here...

I want to love.

I want to have children...|Do you hear?

I can do anything for you, anything!

Do you want me to get blown up?

Don't do that.

You idiot! Idiot! Idiot!

I'm carrying 60 ammunition rounds,|a grenade, an automatic rifle.

I'm here to fight,|and you treat me like an imbecile.

Kossatch! I'm not Kossatch!

Are you crazy or what?

What are you doing?

What's got into you?

Fliora, Fliora,|little silly Fliora!

Did I shock you, boy?

Not again!

Don't be angry.

Are you starting again?

What's that?

It must be the beavers howling.|I guess, I broke their dam.

Everybody's howling today.

Look.

That's the one that's always flying.

- Want me to shoot it down?|- Hey, don't! Give it back!

One...

Two, three...

Glasha...

Glasha.

Come on, hurry! Hurry!

Glasha.

Tomorrow, Mom is going to be|reaI happy.

I'll hide all of us.

I know where.

You'll see my funny sisters.

Then we'll find Kossatch's|detachment.

Wait a minute.

Mom!

They're not here. It's alright.|Sit down.

They're gone.

Still warm. That's great.

Eat. Mom made it.

I know where they are. Let's go.

What an idiot!

Let's go!

That's where they all are.

Come on, let's go!

It's right down here. Let's run!

They're here!

They've gone to the island!|They're here!

Glasha!

They're back there, not here!

No, they're not here!|They're dead!

They were all killed!|All of them! Dead!

They're not! They're here!

Glasha!

His family have all been killed!

He's led me into the bogs!

He's deaf!|He's crazy!

He's gone mad! He can't hear!

He's taking me to the bogs!

His whole family have been killed!

Fliora, my dear child!|They killed your mother and sisters!

Didn't I tell you...

Didn't I tell you not to dig...

Dead to the last one...

To the very last one...

Poured gasoline over me...

I burned...

I ran... I caught up with them...

I begged them...

to kill me...

They just laughed...

Didn't I tell you not to dig?

Fliora!

Alright?

Why do you give him a nose?|He got syphilis.

- Yes, and only one arm.|- And no balls.

Yeah, his dong was already ripped off|in the last war.

If you capture him,|what would you do to him?

We once caught a horse thief.

And our men put him bare-ass|on an ant hill!

Even better, his bare ass on a red-hot|skillet that ain't been greased!

Ask the women|what to do with him.

Shall I stick the ears on?

Go ahead, let him hear all|we say about him.

You got very soft hair.

Soft like a baby's hair.

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