Stepan lived in a village. This amazing family life story took place in Tsarist Russia. I hope you enjoy it, friends! Are there examples of indifference of the local residents themselves
In a distant village there lived a man whose house was located near the road. Travelers often knocked on his door and asked for water or lodging for the night, but he refused everyone - there was nothing for anyone to hang around in his house. And then one day the zealous owner noticed that a man was located under a tree growing near his fence. Spared from the scorching sun, he even managed to doze off.
The owner of the house became terribly angry and went out into the street to drive the impudent away. Roughly pushing the traveler, who turned out to be an old man, he ordered him to go away from his tree.
But I just want to sit for a while! the tired old man retorted.
For so many years I have been growing this tree on my site not for some rogues to rest under its crown. This is my tree.
But good man, I'm very tired. It's so cool here in the shade... Let me stay. I will pay you: I will buy your shadow from you.
The owner of the house was greedy, so he immediately agreed to the deal. The traveler gave the money and continued his vacation, and the owner went home, pleased that the traveler had paid for the shade for many months in advance.
The next day the old man again came to take a nap under the shade of a tree. Only this time it was late afternoon, and the shadow of the tree fell inside the house, into the kitchen. The traveler went there and sat down on a chair.
What are you doing here? - the owner of the house, who came to the noise, was indignant. - Go away!
I can not. I bought your shadow, and today it is here.
The owner of the house had no arguments to argue with the old man. Every day he came and sat where he pleased. One day the shadow of a tree crept into the tent where the owner and his friends were celebrating the meeting. The traveler without a twinge of conscience settled down next to them. The man who owned the house, blushing, told his friends the story of the shadow of the tree. They began to make fun of him, and soon the whole village knew about it.
xxx: today I click channels, I get to the news on the first one) the plot is in a distant village they sucked all the blood from domestic animals-rabbits, chickens (they show corpses, interview local residents) it turns out that the village was attacked by a tadaaam chupacabra) then a long story about chupacabra , how they supposedly look, their traces were even found) in general, everything is serious, children alone are not allowed, Chupacabra is the same) and only at the end the voice-over took pity, okay, don’t drive, lynx is like a campaign))
xxx: what am I supposed to do now, sit at home alone?
She lived an hour away from me. We saw each other a couple of times a week.
Jealous to insults and tears, attention to my best friend! You say you see each other often.
xxx: what am I supposed to do now, sit at home alone?
wow: yes! you should sit and think of me!
xxx: my hands get tired thinking about you so much!
Rested in the village with relatives. In the morning I stomp along the highway to the bus, not yet fully awake and not sober. To the left of the highway is an abandoned trailer. I have deja vu. I think: There are boxes in the trailer, in one of them there is a trunk. Then a helicopter will fly by, and the pilot on the radio will offer someone to kill me. Then there will be a bridge with anomalies, and pseudo-dogs will run under it....
Once I was on business in a well-known law office, which
for some reason is in the gay quarter. Having finished their business and got out on
street, suddenly ran into a friend whom I had not seen for six years.
He is now 54 years old, still unmarried. To my question: "What is it?" he
sadly replied:
All my life I waited for a prince on a white horse.
On that they said goodbye.
1> And they also say that all the methane that is at the bottom will soon burst in the Black Sea, and we will all freeze / fry.
2> What kind of methane? Hydrogen sulfide, which indicates that Hell is currently not working due to a breakthrough in the sewers in Paradise and the flooding of the devil's sulfur reserves, apparently back in the time of the Great Flood. The admission of sinners to Hell has been temporarily suspended until this small plumbing problem is fixed.
our house is on the edge of the road that leads to the pond. Well, spring, of course, young people are rushing to plump there. once again, from the way back, drunken guys sat down under my window. well, I was thinking how to scare them away, I decided to turn on Cannibal Coprse to the fullest, it usually helps ... and these brutes got up, took off their T-shirts, and started slamming ((((((
An hour's drive from Novosibirsk there is a regional center - Kochenevo. Ordinary,
small, rural town, dilapidated, with dirty streets, and drinking
men. My wife's parents live there, and every spring they plant
potatoes...
And last weekend, not at the call of the stomach, but with the aim of helping
early and at the beginning of the tenth have already arrived. We got off the train and walked
along a dirty street, a peasant walked two steps ahead, decently enough
dressed, by local standards, even with a tie and, of course, in a club
drunk. He walked, not understanding the road, through mud and puddles. Suddenly his pocket
played a tune from Swan Lake...! The man takes out his mobile and we
heard great and direct answers for the beginning of the tenth morning. - Hello.
Yes. I. Of course in Kochenevo. Finally home. Of course drunk. Yes very.
I don't know, maybe not very dirty. I don't know, maybe I will...
It unites caring people who strive to preserve the ancient shrines of Orthodoxy and monuments of wooden architecture of the Russian North. About how the project came about, who takes part in the expeditions of the "Common Cause", what has been undertaken and done over 10 years of trips to the North, what is the importance of restoring ancient temples for local residents, and whether it is generally necessary to restore churches and chapels where there are already almost no one lives, - a conversation with the head of the Common Cause, priest Alexy Yakovlev, rector of the church of St. Seraphim of Sarov in Raev.
- Father Alexy, how did the idea of the "Common Cause" come about - to restore the wooden churches of the Russian North?
In a distant Pomor village on the White Sea coast, a wonderful elderly couple, Isabella Efimovna and Alexander Porfiryevich Slepinin, could not put up with dilapidated churches and a bell tower left without completion. And they - actually at their own expense - began to block the roof of the bell tower. My wife Tatyana met this wonderful family 13 years ago on one of her creative trips to the North (she is an artist). Hearing the knock of an ax on the bell tower, which was very rare for that time, she got up and saw Uncle Sasha at work. The parishioners and I began to help him with money to buy building materials. For insignificant funds, the repair of the bell tower was completed, and later emergency work was carried out in the church of the Monks Zosima and Savvaty of Solovetsky (1850) and the church of St. Nicholas the Wonderworker of the 17th century was conserved. We became very good friends and often visited Isabella Efimovna and Uncle Sasha.
Once, when my wife and I were standing on the bell tower and admiring the amazingly beautiful view, the thought came to us: if emergency response works are so inexpensive, why not at least mothball all the dying wooden churches in the Russian North so that they stop collapsing and could survive until restoration ? We thought that we can involve all caring people in this. On our next trip to the North, we were already accompanied by one of our wonderful friends, who, seeing this beauty, was eager to help, and the restoration of two domes of the 17th century St. Nicholas Church in the same Pomeranian village of the Slepinins began. The simplest emergency response work was also carried out in various churches along the Onega River.
Then, research expeditions began to be sent to the Russian North, during which it was determined what needed to be done and where, what first aid churches and chapels needed, and they got acquainted with local priests and administration. Following them, labor expeditions were organized, the participants of which were already dismantling the rubble, clearing the temples of bird droppings, erasing inscriptions, and placing icons. Local residents joined this process. Thus, the Common Cause project was born.
Over time, not only our parishioners began to take part in the project, but also seminarians of the Sretensky and Nikolo-Ugresh seminaries, teachers of the Moscow Theological Academy, and parishioners of many other churches in Moscow. From the very beginning, the project was supported by Archpriest Dimitry Smirnov, who asked for the blessing of the Archangel Bishop.
- But why did you begin to restore the temples of the North? Does it have any special meaning?
The North cannot but surprise, because it is the most Russian
Indeed, the North has a certain secret. Dmitry Sergeevich Likhachev said that the North cannot but surprise by the fact that it is the most Russian. For many residents of the metropolis, a trip to the North is an opportunity to see the beauty of Russian nature, and be alone with yourself, put your inner world in a certain order, and make important decisions in your life. Many writers and artists fell in love with the Russian North. Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin said that nowhere in nature is there such beauty as in the North, and Stepan Grigoryevich Pisakhov believed that the North crowns the globe with its beauty.
In the Common Cause project, most of the participants are Muscovites. Agree, many residents of the capital are perceived as alienated: they live in their own world, unlike Russia, which they don’t care about - there is such a stereotype. According to your observations, do young Muscovites still care about Russia, about its spiritual heritage?
When they say that Muscovites are some other people, this is not true. I am very bitter about this, because Moscow is the capital of our Fatherland. And if we live in one country, then the inhabitants of all cities should love and respect each other. Members of our expeditions are successfully destroying the myth of Muscovites' indifference to Russia. And besides Muscovites, among the participants of the "Common Cause" there are also residents of other cities and even countries - for example, Serbia, Canada, England, France ...
- Are there any examples of indifference of the local residents themselves?
The Russian North is also absolutely wonderful people
The Russian North is also absolutely wonderful people, such as, for example, grandmother Zoya. Every day she went to her chapel, and thanks to her the chapel has survived to this day. Although it was so dilapidated that when looking up from inside the chapel, through the planks of the ceiling and roof, one could see the sky as if through a thin chintz. The staircase to the chapel was partially destroyed, there was no railing, and the grandmother lay down on it and crawled in, because otherwise it was impossible to get inside. When we met her, she was 92 years old. In a conversation with us, she never complained, but her sincere concern for her village and for us was visible. Thank God, we managed to restore the chapel during the lifetime of Grandmother Zoya, who died at the age of 95. In my opinion, it is very important to have time to see such wonderful people and communicate with them.
Another example: a small church of St. Nicholas in the Kargopol region. The altar was virtually completely destroyed. There were two or three lower crowns left, the roof was leaky in many places. Our first expedition to this village cleared the temple of rubbish and hung icons. When I arrived at this temple, I met with a local resident who had already moved to another village. His parents are buried near the temple. I served a memorial service for my parents and the deceased villagers and left him 15 thousand rubles to install the scaffolding needed to repair the roof. I didn't hear from him for the next few months. The next year, while rafting on the Onega River and stopping at the destroyed villages, we went to this village and found the temple completely restored. A new altar was cut down, and the roof was covered with iron. This was in 2009.
Another example is the chapel of the great martyr and healer Panteleimon in the Vologda region. We also removed the rubbish in the chapel and erased the inscriptions. The architect Andrei Borisovich Bode, who has been involved in the Common Cause from the very beginning, made a restoration project. Every time we visited, a local resident told us: “We ourselves, we ourselves…” Well, we ourselves do it ourselves. Three years later, another local resident united the dispersed fellow villagers, and they restored the chapel using a complete rebuild.
How are the trips going? Do you just wait for the warm season, gather a group and go where your eyes look?
Throughout the year, we carry out preparatory work. For volunteers of the project, leading experts in the field of wooden architecture in our church of St. Seraphim of Sarov in Raev give lecture courses, seminars and master classes. The School of Carpentry was opened, where expedition members study free of charge. Classes are conducted by professional carpenters, teachers of the 26th Restoration College. Some of the course graduates do internships at the Kizhi Museum-Reserve. On the territory of the temple, volunteers make domes, which will later be installed on wooden churches and chapels of the North. A course on the basics of restoration has also begun, using the example of a barn of the 19th century, which, upon completion of work, will be transferred to the Kolomenskoye Museum. During the winter period, emergency response projects are developed, contracts are concluded with licensed organizations that will carry out the work, work is being coordinated with the ministries of culture of the respective regions. Traditionally, we hold annual International Scientific and Practical Conferences on the preservation of wooden architecture. Also, general meetings of expedition participants are held annually.
- So how many trips were there in the Russian North? What are the results of your research?
Expeditions take place in the Arkhangelsk, Vologda, Leningrad regions, the republics of Karelia and Komi. This year we went to Mari El for the first time. This summer alone, we had 65 expeditions, in which 500 volunteers took part, emergency response work was carried out in 24 churches and chapels. For 10 years, there were 210 expeditions, 350 churches and chapels were examined, emergency response and conservation work was carried out in 127. In 13 churches, for the first time in decades since their closure, Divine Liturgies were served, which became key events for local residents.
At the same time, according to our research, 410 wooden churches have survived in the Russian North, which is one third of the pre-revolutionary number. And most of them are in emergency condition and need urgent help. There are more ruined chapels.
But does it make sense to restore temples in places where there are practically no people? After all, the Russian North cannot boast of an increase in the birth rate. Yes, what is there! People simply leave, leave their native villages and villages. So maybe it's better to just mothball the temple, and use the forces to save other buildings? Building new temples - where people live? Slavic professor William Brumfield, the author of numerous works on the temple architecture of Russia, states with sadness that the masterpieces of wooden architecture can simply disappear where there are no people left.
Often the revival of the temple contributes to the fact that local residents do not leave their villages. So it was, for example, in the village of Pole, Onega district, Arkhangelsk region. In the Mezensky district, a woman brought money to a priest serving in the city of Mezen after she read in the newspaper about the work of our expedition in the church of the Great Martyr Catherine in the abandoned village of Yarnema. She planned to buy an apartment in the city with this money, but, having learned about the undertaking, she asked the priest to help restore the temple in their village. No less important is what happens to the souls of those people who come to the North and revive churches.
In your opinion, how did the devastation of the spiritual space of the Northern Thebaid become possible at all? Is there any hope for a revival? How to deal with sadness, and even with despondency, covering the soul at the sight of desecrated, forgotten churches?
Saint Nicholas of Serbia: “The Lord is looking for creators, not destroyers. For he who creates good thereby destroys evil.”
You can, of course, talk about collectivization, "enlargement of unpromising villages", the destruction of infrastructure. But, as Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin noted, "there is no persuasiveness in reproach, and there is no truth where there is no love." It is much more correct to use the advice of St. Nicholas of Serbia: “The Lord is looking for creators, not destroyers. For he who creates good thereby destroys evil. Even in the Old Testament they noted: “Sorrow has killed many, but there is no benefit in it.” And the Monk Gabriel (Urgebadze) said: "It is not fitting for a Christian to whine." Not only the North is becoming empty, but the whole Russian land. Our job is to work systematically, and leave the result to God.
It's great that we can do something for our northern temples. The northern saint - the righteous John of Kronstadt - writes: "The Lord puts each of us in a place where we can, if we want, bring God the fruits of good deeds and save ourselves and others." When the hands go down, one must raise them to the sky. “If trials fall to our lot,” says Patriarch Kirill, “this does not mean that life is over. This means that God is preparing us for eternity.” We, according to St. Paisius the Holy Mountaineer, must do what is possible, so that God can do the impossible.
We are from the Soviet Union. Arrived on a cultural exchange. Our people know where we are.
"Wolfhound from the kind of Gray Dogs", a simplified scenario.
A long time ago, in a far, far away village - in which the gods got drunk to the green devils, and even mortals, even more so - role-playing games raged ...
IN THE VILLAGE
WOLFHOUND:
Earth, earth, I'm a star, how you hear, how you hear, reception!
(launches Lunokhod-1)
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV:
So, who gave the actor the old script? Well, I asked you to focus, for the third year we have been filming the first scene!
WOLFHOUND:
It looks like it's going to rain...Mom, dad, can I take another walk?
MAM, PAP (in chorus):
Who do you want, brother or sister?
WOLFHOUND:
Boratega? Okay, I understood the hint, I'll take a longer walk, an hour of time for you to do everything about everything.
He goes out of the village, stumbles upon BARMALEY in the bushes.
WOLFHOUND:
Well, I went for some bread. Fuck me now, not my brother. About my sister, I generally keep quiet.
BARMALEY:
Am I bloodthirsty? Bloodthirsty. Am I merciless? Merciless. Am I an evil robber? Evil. Boy, your dad doesn’t happen to have such a SWORD ... with rhinestones?
WOLFHOUND:
What if I say what will happen to me?
BARMALEY:
Ten years without the right to correspond. So yes. Shoot everyone, burn the village. This, so be it, in shackles. Let him suffer. Oh, and here is the SWORD.
WOLFHOUND:
Well, old widow, you will still regret it, even though I am not vindictive. (writes down) ...other... page... with... taboo... retka...
TWENTY YEARS LATER
WOLFHOUND:
Earth, earth, I sound ... ugh. (takes out from his bosom and hangs a NON-BAT on a bush) Matroskin, you will be on the lookout. A little something - three green whistles in the air, poal?
NON-BAT:
Yes.
WOLFHOUND (making his way to the castle BARMALEYA):
Who builds like this? It's not a castle, it's a dentist's dream!
OUR MAN IN HAVANA (defiantly not noticing the WOLFHOUND):
Deyshka, and deyshka, what time is it? Deyshka, and deyshka, what is your name?
MARFA VASILNA (concentratingly peeling off her robes on the spears stuck around):
MARFA VASILS I am.
OUR MAN IN HAVANA:
Eh, Marfusha, should we be sad? (both leave hugging)
WOLFHOUND (scattering MAGIC POWDER and collecting torn rags):
And here is the EVIDENCE. Eh, I went in unsuccessfully, a reception day at BARMALEY. Not a castle, but a courtyard.
VOLKODAV (looking over the NUDE OKSANA, who is being led away to BARMALEY):
The dog-prince lives widely! (turning to the director) Can someone explain to me what nudity does in a children's film?
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (instructively):
It's an etude! It's from Shakespeare!
BARMALEY (looking over NUDE OKSANA):
Did you pray for the night, Desdemona?... I mean... Give yourself up, OKSANA, I'll make you rich!
VOLKODAV enters (looking back at NUDE OKSANA):
Let me put the question differently, did you pray at night, Barmaleycheg?
NUDE OKSANA:
Get away, damned, obossu - you'll peel off!
A fight starts.
OPERATOR:
Oh, I'm going to be sick right now...
BARMALEY:
End the Winner of... Volkoduff!
WOLFHOUND (bows, bows):
Thanks to mom, dad, UNCLE KONDRAT, MAGIC POWDER and such and such a mother! Thanks Academy! By the way, where is that goat with holes? Well, the voice is still the same as from a tin can (reads in warehouses) with that ... collar, oh.
BARMALEY:
Alice, I have a MIELOPHONE! They tortured me, but I didn't tell them anything!
VOLKODAV (busily finishing off BARMALEY):
And you, Stirlitz, I will ask you to stay. OKSANA, they will ask - are you with me, understand? Yes, take the MIELOPHONE. Well, how will it explode? Mahmoud, set fire! (sets fire)
OUR MAN IN HAVANA (finally noticing the WOLFHOUND):
They rape! (gets a log in the eye)
WOLFHOUND (instructively):
That's why, OKSANA, in such cases it is necessary to shout "fire!" Oh, let's go there.
IN THE DUNGEON
PROPHETIC OLEG is sitting in the cage, in his hands is a sign: "Shoot me, but rather help financially." When the VOLKODAV appears, he starts chanting:
Swa-bo-du-poo-ga-yam!
VOLKODAV (trying to give, just in case, in the eye):
What are you yelling, what are you yelling, people are sleeping!
PROPHETIC OLEG:
I feel in my gut that you are looking for a way out of this dungeon!
So, who gave the actor the old script?
NUDE OKSANA:
Wolfhound, let's take the uncle with us, the road is long, will we suddenly starve? Well, your dad is a blacksmith, we’ll get it somehow.
PROPHETIC OLEG:
Blacksmith? Why do we need a blacksmith? No, we don't need a blacksmith... So... you're free, peasant woman, don't you see - we're playing... The exit is there. Pull, baby, by the rope, the door will open.
WOLFHOUND:
You're on to something, grandpa. You are leaving with us. (gives, just in case, in the eye)
IN THE SPACE
WOLFHOUND:
So. There are three items on the agenda. The first is where we are going. The second - OKSANA needs something to cover up her shame, somehow uncomfortable, people are around, and she has not yet turned thirteen, they may misunderstand. Third - OLEG needs ...
PROPHETIC OLEG:
I need warmth. Give me two.
WOLFHOUND:
That's it. And to me - MAGIC POWDER. And by the way, someone signed up to fix the MOUSE - he is my accomplice, Matroskin surname, uncomfortable in front of his comrades. And finally, the fourth - what for this MIELOFON to us, if I personally am looking for this ... (reads in warehouses) with that ... collar, oh.
PROPHETIC OLEG:
You must throw this MIELOPHONE into the fiery bowels of the MOUNTAIN OF FATAL ...
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (finally losing his temper):
So, who gave the actor the old script again?! Like New? What does agreed with the author mean? Ah, okay.
WOLFHOUND:
So, the question for three and a half - where does MARFA VASILSNA live? Already she will explain this pretzel with MIELOFON to me more than once.
PROPHETIC OLEG:
Oh, this is Vaska's oblique daughter, he, such a radish, keeps a common fund in HAVANA, only not according to concepts, but like that, out of lawlessness. Driven by him - Georges MILOSLAVSKY. I would have tranked you there in an instant, only my transistors burned out, I had to run to buy it.
WOLFHOUND:
So buy!
ON THE GREAT ROAD
VOLKODAV demonstrates demonstration performances with a cudgel of the people's war, simultaneously practicing Slavic dentistry on anyone who wishes.
PROPHETIC OLEG (pointing to his back):
Either you take us to HAVANA, or you will deal with him.
AMBASSADOR WITH PEA (pointing behind his back):
And you will deal with it.
... with that ... burette, oh. (rushes into battle)
A fight starts.
OPERATOR:
Oh, I'm going to be sick right now...
PROPHETIC OLEG (watching the fight with the tenacious eyes of a blind man):
Where is it ... ah, here (quotes from memory): "... and he saw the fall of Sauron at the hand of Isildur, which Isildur cut off with a fragment of Narsil ..."
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV:
What, everything is agreed again? Who wrote? I wrote? Yes, I wrote!
AMBASSADOR WITH PEA:
Okay, to hell with you, HAVANA so HAVANA.
IN HAVANA
PROPHETIC OLEG:
HAVANA, my blue dream, don't touch it with your dirty hands. A thousand people to the people and all without exception in white pants. Fajitos, muchachos, night group capoeira in the shade of plane trees, a glass of freshly squeezed mojito in a bar right on the beach.
WOLFHOUND (wrapped up in a MOUSE):
On what beach, minus three overboard with one hundred percent humidity!
MOUSE:
Yes.
PROPHETIC OLEG:
You can't even dream. By the way, let's treshka, I'll buy a cuirass.
WOLFHOUND:
To buy something unnecessary, you must first sell something unnecessary. (stops the first HOME he comes across) NO SWORD WITH RHINES? I'll give it cheap. Handmade, my dad, the kingdom of heaven to him, he forged!
BUM:
Shitoto I'm surprised at you, milchel. Well, let's go to the grater to Georges MILOSLAVSKY, let's see what kind of goose you are!
IN THE CHAMBERS
There is such an idea that you, dear man, are a snitch. And to you, good gentlemen, I will not give the SWORD, because you have no documents. I want MARF VASILM!
MARFA VASILNA:
MARFA VASILS I am. What is your evidence?
WOLFHOUND (pulling out EVIDENCE from his bosom):
Guys need to be more careful. What is it that we are hobnobbing with the BARMALEYS? Not good!
MARFA VASILNA:
Do you still have something suitable in your bosom? (makes a mysterious face) Yes. I appoint the WOLFHOUND as my bodyguard! Give him a box of cookies and a barrel of jam. To let me into the hayloft without asking!
ON THE SQUARE
KLIKUSHA:
Right now they will announce everything, but for now we will arrange a demonstrative spanking for this PALE-FACED lad!
PALE-FACE (in an embrace with a 1967 Playboy binder):
They seduced me with princesses, but I did not succumb!
KLIKUSHA:
To flog for educational purposes a stunner!
WOLFHOUND (pulling out a cudgel of the people's war from his bosom):
So, this rascal is coming with me, here's a SWORD WITH RHINES instead. Shit is not sorry.
PALE FACE faints from such happiness.
WOLFHOUND:
So, another one eager for my MAGIC POWDER. To put this in bed with OKSANA to bring up the correct gender identity, and OLEG ...
PROPHETIC OLEG:
I need warmth. Give me two.
WOLFHOUND:
And put a kerosene stove for OLEG. And keep it like that until the MOUSE mends. (sighs) And then to save MARF VASILSNA ...
Georges MILOSLAVSKY:
My uterine daughter MARFA VASILNA goes to her fiancé DERZHIMORD BARMALEEVICH, they will accompany her on the way ...
MARFA VASILNA:
But I am given to another and I will be a century of faith in him ... in the sense ... a boy is with me, very smart (for fidelity, he points his finger in the direction of the WOLF HOUND). If anyone thinks it's a girl, let him be the first to throw a stone at me.
NINJA TURTLE (shrugs):
No problem. (throws a stone)
A fight starts.
OPERATOR (painfully simulating slow-mo):
Oh, I'm going to be sick right now...
I am your personal erotic hallucination. If you see me, it means that the WOLFHOUND is completely prettier. How much does he need to repeat that all the power is in swimming trunks? Remember my words: only with love, only with love! (disappears)
WOLFHOUND:
Who am I? Where I am?
PROPHETIC OLEG:
I told you I need warmth.
WOLFHOUND:
It is necessary to tie with MAGIC POWDER. So, guys, I'm going to some kind of goblin with MARF to her fiancé.
PALE-FACE (optimistic):
And we're going north! Five steps from the old birch!
AT THE CROSSROADS
WOLFHOUND:
Just look, everything melted again. No, well, this Moscow winter is already here. (notices OUR MAN IN HAVANA, who is scurrying around nearby) By the way, MARFA VASILNA, why do some bastards hang around you all the time?
MARFA VASILNA:
Look at yourself.
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (in a tense whisper):
Make a mysterious face, fool.
MARFA VASILNA:
I'm just the only secret keeper! And therefore, as the priests of FATA-MORGANA will catch me, they will immediately torture me to death!
WOLFHOUND:
So, don't pour this one again. In general, when it gets dark, I'll come to you in the hayloft. You will not regret.
OUR MAN IN HAVANA:
So, we are now on the old road, or one of the two.
WOLFHOUND:
Explain. And from arranged a camomile - I want I do not want.
OUR MAN IN HAVANA:
Don’t go along the old road, go along the new one, otherwise the snow will fall on your head, it’s completely dead.
MARFA VASILNA:
Let's take the old road. Seven miles is not a detour.
WOLFHOUND:
Nepoal.
MARFA VASILNA:
Here I am, contradictory.
IN THE BLACK-BLACK FOREST
WOLFHOUND (watching the bushes floating in the swamp, cursing in an undertone):
It’s definitely necessary to tie it with POWDER (turns to MARF VASILNA). So, I don’t know if you are a martyr or a sinner, but in any case, you have one thing to do - pray! Name, sister, name!
MARFA VASILNA:
MARFA VASILS I am.
WOLFHOUND:
Not yours, stupid. Hectare!!! Hectare!!! (reads in syllables) ...with that... buretka, oh. (rushes into the fog) Light! They are coming into the world! Fire, come with me!
IN THE HAY ROOM
MARFA VASILNA (to herself):
It's like the guy needs to be tied up with POWDER (notices the incoming WOLFHOUND). I grant you a JAR of powerful poison!
MARFA VASILNA (getting naked):
MARFA VASILS I am.
WOLFHOUND (quickly sobering up):
No, I won’t drink that much ... and who is it that is so pathetically fake behind the scenes?
MARFA VASILNA (viciously):
Boyan. They say that there was one ... blacksmith's son at the uranium mines, and he got everyone so sick that he and the MOUSE were sent with a bare ass into the cold. Not about you for an hour? They say that potency is broken from uranium mines and all kinds of freaks are born ...
WOLFHOUND (gloomy):
In the second series, we'll see who will give birth to someone ... By the way, give me the SWORD, it's your bastards who scammed him on my PALE FACE.
MARFA VASILNA (viciously):
Nah, choke. For this you will teach me drazzo nipadezchi.
WOLFHOUND:
Nepoal.
MARFA VASILNA (winding up):
Well, here give me in the face! Come on, like this, like this!
WOLFHOUND (surprised):
Zabulon, are you?
EVENING
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (optimistic):
And now we have a joke-shovel prepared for the viewer!
NINA USATOVA:
Well, you, Fima Shifrin. You would have such a grunting son.
SON:
Oink!
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (digging in just in case):
So we have the year of the fiery pig!
THE WOLFHOUND jumps into the swamp and takes out a DROWNED GIRL with a BABY.
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (apologetically):
She had to tell us a lot of things, but the timing was not enough, and we had to limit ourselves to this unmotivated manifestation of HUMANITY and HUMANISM.
WOLFHOUND (vindictively):
And now - I need warmth. POWDER - do not offer (falls to the JAR).
NAUTRO
WOLFHOUND:
Where is... everyone?
OUR MAN IN HAVANA:
You screwed up your happiness.
DERZHIMORD BARMALEEVICH:
Appointed! Halop! Plebeian! Unfortunate alcoholic! Pay tribute for fifteen years! And this... Fun Putyatichnu, oh.
WOLFHOUND:
From the serf I hear (gives a gait in three crosses).
DERZHIMORD BARMALEEVICH:
Look for the WOLF HOUND where his victim is. See him, don't kill him. He's mine.
MARFA VASILNA:
MARFA VASILS I am. And you already took away the MIELOFON from OKSANA, you idiot.
VOICE FROM THE CAN:
Sorry, got excited. Well, then Alaverdi from our table to yours. Turn up the music, let's get started.
MARFA VASILNA:
You have no right! Let me go to the prosecutor, let me turn myself in to the authorities! This is not according to the law, because of some kind of MIELOPHONE, to repair chaos, but we live in a Soviet country, and this is some kind of medieval savagery!
VOLKODAV (reads in warehouses):
... with that ... burette, oh. (rushes into battle, on the move, pulling out a SWORD WITH RHINES from his bosom, which on the move turns into a LIGHT SHARP)
TITER:
We thank Peter Jackson, George Lucas, Steven Spielberg, the Wachowski brothers, John Milius, Timur Bekmambetov and the Barrandov studio for providing working materials. With us - beer.
FATA-MORGANA in the form of a stone elemental, raking the LIGHT SHAFT:
WOLFHOUND, I am your mother!
DIRECTOR LEBEDEV (losing his temper):
So, who gave the actors the old script again?
UNCLE KONDRAT (voice of Gosha Kutsenko):
I am your last personal erotic hallucination this time. If you see me, it means that the WOLFHOUND has become prettier completely and irrevocably. But don't worry, I'll gladly light a candle for him again. And finally, remember my words: only with love, only with love! (disappears)
BORATEG:
This one is my brother, right? Love it!
WOLFHOUND (sharply coming to his senses):
You are not my brother, Sasha.
DERZHIMORD BARMALEEVICH (embarrassed):
The boys and I got a little excited here. You already call us, if that.
WOLFHOUND:
Hold on to the kingdom? Really desired to rule and own everything, oh, dog, that should not happen!
DERZHIMORD BARMALEEVICH (dropping saliva):
Oh, ya-ya, Kemska volost, ya.
MARFA VASILNA:
And you will be cured. And I will be cured. We will all be healed.
A MOUSE flying with a MYELOPHONE over HAVANA:
Yes.
WOLFHOUND:
Oh, it's warm again. No, well, this Moscow winter is already here.
In a distant village in a rich family there lived a guy named Stepan. And in the same village lived an orphan girl.
On the night of Christmas, Stepan's sister was fortune-telling on the mirror. Styopa also decided to try his luck and looked into the mirror. Suddenly, he saw in him the same beggar girl. He was very afraid that the dowry would become his wife, and decided to destroy her.
Late in the evening, he ambushed her, beat her severely and left her in a snowdrift by the road. Fortunately, at that time a rich lady, a landowner, was driving along the road. She noticed the girl and ordered to stop. The unfortunate woman was lifted up, shaken off the snow and taken to the estate of a wealthy lady.
When the woman found out that the girl she had saved was an orphan, she decided to adopt her. She taught her everything that a young lady from high society should know, taught her to read and write.
Marriage
When Stepan decided to marry, he began to choose a bride to suit himself - a rich one. As a result, his choice fell on the daughter of the landowner - she was beautiful and educated, moreover, with a good dowry. The young man wooed her, and the young lady agreed to the marriage. She did not recognize her attacker.
On the wedding night, the girl undressed. Stepan saw huge scars on her young body. He asked: where are they from? The young wife said that seven years ago she was attacked by some hooligan and severely beaten.
The shocked husband understood everything, but did not show it. This was his secret, which he kept until the end of his life. It was only before his death that he revealed himself to his wife. He repented before her, and she forgave him - after all, he was a good husband and father, he literally carried her in his arms all his life.
