Khadak

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I will tell you a story.

Your story.

There was a time...

before you were born...

when every citizen

received fresh apples weekly.

Whatever the weather was,

those apples had to reach

every man, woman and child.

That was the golden principle

in those days.

There was a young pilot.

He had a noble mission to fly

to the furthest reaches of the land...

to bring apples and mail.

He was your father.

She, the postal worker,

was your mother.

He would whisper to her

their match was a gift from the sky...

and would be etched in stone

some day.

Those were the sweetest days

of their lives.

Then your father's plane crashed.

They said it was the wind.

In fact, your father

never should have been flying planes.

He had a certain destiny,

which he denied.

You are just like him.

Your ancestors are dreaming of you,

waiting for you,

and calling you.

How are you getting through winter?

- Very well. Just fine.

And your health?

- Fine, thanks.

I hope winter is treating you well.

- Yes, it's fine.

Good.

I hope this winter won't be so harsh.

- One never knows.

I'm not so sure.

Our dear Bagi.

He's turning into a young man.

My child, were you cold?

- No.

Grandfather, there is a sheep missing.

I must go back.

If it's not too far, go ahead.

- Yes.

Shall I go with him?

- No need.

One who's been drinking

can easily lose his way.

I think he will find it on his own.

Bagi.

Bagi!

What a pity.

Poor thing.

That's enough.

Bagi.

My son.

Get away.

Holy tree, mother...

Lost soul of this boy,

from the distant steppes,

come back here quickly!

Come here!

Listen to the wind!

Listen to the wind!

Listen to the wind!

Well.

This time

we were able to retrieve him.

He has something within him

from his ancestors.

To be honest,

the boy must absolutely

come and see me.

I see...

I understand.

Grandson...

You really should meet

with the Shamaness.

In hearing each of her words,

in seeing each of her gestures...

I saw she was terribly worried

about you.

With or without her, I'll be fine.

But no.

Without the shamaness

you cannot do anything,

decide on anything,

nor go anywhere.

This is the harsh law of the universe.

If you don't respect this law,

danger will surely follow.

You will die.

Did my father die

because of this law?

Until this day, that's what I believe.

I watched your father

for a long time.

I think the spirits of his ancestors

took him away for eternity...

because he ignored their call.

If you knew that,

why didn't you say anything?

Oh my child...

In those days it was forbidden to

speak or even think about such things.

If you even spoke about this,

you would die.

My child,

you should believe your grandpa.

There's an extremely dangerous

animal plague.

You must leave this place immediately.

Your animals are now under our control.

How many are you?

There are three of us.

- Three.

What is this plague?

- We are trying to figure it out.

In any case,

it's also dangerous for people.

Here you are.

You must hurry.

Where are we going?

Don't worry. You're going

where there is a roof and a job for you.

When do we have to move?

- Right now.

The trucks are on their way.

My family is not going anywhere.

What did you say?

Our animals are fine.

We are also just fine.

You must leave.

You have no choice.

Under the sky,

upon the earth,

only the wind can ride you now.

From now on...

nobody can ever harm you.

run!

run!

Why is your yurt still standing?

- We're sorry. We didn't have time!

Gather your animals.

I warn you, if any animals are

left behind, they will be shot. Got it?

Where are we moving to?

- Where there's work for you.

Hello, my boy.

How is work?

It's Ok.

Potatoes again?

You haven't made tea yet?

I'm struggling with these.

I'll take you out

on my bike today.

That would be fine, my child.

My little friend, today your mother

almost killed you with the claw.

Would I do this to my only child?

I'm working tonight.

You tell Grandfather.

- Ok.

I've got mail

for the railway security unit.

I promised to take Grandfather out

for some fresh air.

No doubt, he will be happy.

- I think so.

Are you leaving?

Be careful on the roads.

Bye.

...seven golden vials

full of the wrath of God,

who liveth for ever and ever.

And the temple was filled with smoke

from the glory of God,

and from the power;

and no man was able

to enter into the temple,

till the seven plagues

of the seven angels were fulfilled.

Hey, grandpa!

Grandpa?

Grandpa?

How poor we are

at defending ourselves.

The spirit of the place

where we were born...

and of the water

in which we were bathed...

and even the stones

of the riverbed...

are dreaming of us.

Even the souls of our ancestors

are dreaming of us.

What's this?

Surely it's a thief.

Have it checked.

Puje?

Nothing here.

Must have gotten away.

Any others with you?

Come on, let's go.

Come here.

Two more thieves, I see.

Give them.

You break up this ice now.

Clean it up.

This whole section

has to be done today, got it?

Where did you lose yourself, you idiot?

Where have you been?

The bastards broke up our concert.

We have to do one month of labour.

A**holes.

Where did you pick up this guy?

He saved my life.

That guy?

Hey, you two chatter-boxes!

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