Sibir, Monamur Page #2

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A cautious retreat now...

because these Muslims

want to kill us.

I met a brave captain...

He survived... 2 wars in Caucasus

3 times wounded... each time in the head.

Diagnosed with...

well, you know what.

...in short, he shouts sometimes.

But not out of malice.

We had too little snack

with him, you know...

Here's your snack...

h...

I made some turnips.

Did you bring anything for us?

Next time I will...

Look, I... heard something

about your son.

They say they saw him in town

six months ago.

For 3 days he drank non-stop, saying

that he'd signed for a war...

And then... he was gone.

Your Matvey will never return.

Missing forever.

Not dead, just missing.

So, we'll be waiting.

What's the use of waiting?

No use at all.

Well... there's no access in winter.

What are you gonna eat?

Look, I'm helping you as a relative...

Not you, Yuri Pavlovich.

God helps me.

With your hands...

And you only are His tool.

Everything is His will.

h...

Maybe I'll cease to be

His tool.

It's such a long way to you...

And also Anna could be put at ease.

I want you to talk with Anna.

Why don't you take Lyoshka

away from here?

We have the three of our own.

Is it here? - The first

floor right, Comrade Captain.

The operation starts in...

when I finish smoking.

If you hear a noise...

you run to me, got it?

Clear, Comrade Captain.

Look, now I'm no more

Comrade Captain to you...

...but rather a friend & brother.

You cover me,

and I cover you.

Bring the Kalashnikov.

Comrade Captain, local bandits

are their protection.

I'll screw them up...

this protection.

Hop.

Seryozha, you?

I, who else.

Pray before bedtime,

we'll talk tomorrow.

And be quiet there,

uncle Jura is sleeping.

Lord have mercy on me.

Have mercy on me.

Can't sleep. My belly's full of gases

after your turnips.

Uncle Jura!

Hi, cossack.

What the f***?

Why are you making noise at night?

Grandpa was looking

for you everywhere.

I was at the headquarters.

Uncle Jura, will you read me about the 'White

Fang'? - But I did one hundred times before.

Lyoshka, sleep!

Grandpa Ivan, you are like in the Army,

prayer and sleep...

let me exchange a couple

of words with the child.

You, Yuri Pavlovich,

will enforce your rules at home.

But here, I am the boss.

Stop it! Stop it!

I can't... any more.

Enough.

I go to see the girls...

what if they're still awake.

Yes, Anjuta, I remember

in my youth you were hotter...

Real fire, you were.

So why didn't you marry me then...

the real fire?

Thank God, I was clever enough. Otherwise,

another f***er might be here...

while I'd be ramming your ceiling

with my horns, just like your Yuri does.

You're scum, Zachar.

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