You I Love Page #6

- He's got a taste for guys.

- How's that?

Now you may forget

about grandkiddies.

A guy won't bear children

from a guy.

We've wasted all that money?

We should take this business

into our hands.

Teach the rascal a lesson.

Shaming our family, our people,

shaming his own uncle.

If my boss finds out,

I'll get fired

and I'll never get into

real politics.

I could have been a personal

driver for you know who.

- What's wrong with you?

- Don't feel good.

For his successful campaign,

Airfreedom gave Timofei

a video camera and 2 tickets

to any place on the globe.

I feel as if everyone around

knows about us.

- You said you didn't care.

- Trying to get used to it.

Timofei offered to buy

a third ticket for me,

but I chose to concentrate

on my work.

I must go. I'm doing

the night-time edition.

- But maybe...

- Wait...

By taking U lumji's amulet

I was not only taking

the joy of his past

but also a part of his future...

Hello.

Something happened?

Your father has died.

I won't go there.

You must be there! You will

regret it all your life.

- Then my trip is history.

- M ine, too. I'm coming with you.

- Leave immediately!

- He is my friend!

Leave immediately!

This grief is our common grief.

I want, and I can help you.

What have you done,

you scoundrels!

Maybe I can help you somehow...

Leave! Or I'll fire!

And you get into the house, now!

Go.

Go.

It's you who's killed

your father.

We spent all the money

on you.

Haven't left anything

for our own funerals.

Don't, Mama.

I'll give it all back!

It's too late! I wanted you

to become a real man!

And what have you become?

You'll remain here till all

this nonsense is out of you.

So, you are gay?

Yes, gay.

- And that's all?

- Yes, that's all.

You'll go to the Army. They've

brought the conscription notice.

We'll fly away all the same!

I'll write you.

I'll write you a letter.

We're coming to you with

the news. I'm Vera Kirillova.

Excuse me.

Hello?

Timofei didn't remember

how he got back home.

He lay almost delirious

when John called.

He said he understands Timofei

and that I should tell him

that love which

we'll discover on Earth

is only an advertisement

of the one in heaven.

I'll tell him. Goodbye.

You know Pushkin once wrote:

' I loved you so,

and still I want to say:

'My love for you

still hasn't died away.

' But let it not

mar your unblemished soul:

' I'll suffer not

this sadness to befall... '

Thanks.

What's wrong with you?

I see how happy you are

and my heart is breaking

about my nephew.

I dreamt that he would

become a real man like you,

and maybe a senator...

But he... what a shame...

is a fag.

A fag you say? Great!

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