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I've got tissues in the car.

Thanks.

Jules!

Jules!

You'll pick it up later.

We have no time, really.

Didn't it occur to you

you could trim your beard a bit?

I can't, I've made an oath.

Take the trousers, leave the coins.

Did you tell Katya about the flowers?

Not Katya, I told Stephie.

No, it's the other way around.

Stephie hands him the diploma.

Katya, the flowers.

- Okay, that's easy.

- No, it's not.

- When are you gonna tell her?

- In a minute.

It's too small.

- Misho?

- Yes?

- Get up.

- I'm taller than him.

Please, stand over there so I can see you.

Where's Ivan?

- How would I know where Ivan is?

- Go get him.

The kid recites the poem,

we raise the mic,

the minister enters from here.

You both are

in the second row on the left.

- The right.

- No, on the left.

- You said on the right.

- Yes, but now it's on the left.

Okay, so he walks

to the minister's right side

so that his left hand

can be facing the media.

Right?

Right.

Then come the two girls

with the flowers and the diploma.

They exit, the ceremony ends,

then the photo-shoot,

Where they have to be

as natural as possible.

- Ivan, take your pants off.

- What, here?

Yes, here. Please, stop fooling around.

You can see what we're dealing with.

- It's a rescue operation.

- May I get dressed now?

You may.

- What's Kolev doing here?

- I didn't know he was here.

Just make sure

he doesn't run into our man.

Good day and welcome to you all.

We're glad to have you here today

on this joyous occasion.

If our fellow journalists are all set,

we're ready to start.

Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready?

Thank you. You go ahead.

All at once, through rain and fog,

flickers, shimmers, then it's gone.

Lo! Right there, a little light,

a lantern flashing in the night

up there at the turning stands a linesman.

There it looms among the fog,

fatal danger, mighty rock!

The engine-driver is alert

and every lever will be served.

I've gotta take off your watch,

you're getting a new one now.

- But...

- I'll give it back to you first thing.

Face forward.

Slowly, slowly stops the train,

met by a lantern in the dark ahead.

A pale, wet linesman in the rain.

He's not waiting for a prize.

Rooted deep into his eyes

there is modesty and joy.

He's way too humble, way too coy.

Well clone, ye cheerful linesmen!

- P-p-p...

- You'll pee later.

Well done, well done to you all,

countless heroes of no name.

This poem sadly is too small

to bring you all to deserved fame.

Bravo.

Greetings, dear...

Greetings, dear colleagues...

guests.

Once again I'd like

to express my admiration

for the honorable deed of Tzanko Petrov...

25 years a linesman.

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