Locust (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript
To live one’s life...
lips... reproach... death...
How did we meet? How old were we?
EPISODE ONE
Twenty-one? Twenty-two?
We were still kids.
I don’t know what it was.
Was it pure chance, or was it fate?
If he’d had time to shower that morning,
I wouldn’t have noticed him at all.
Where have you been?
I’m losing dough ’cause of you.
Stop whining.
I’m not whining.
Some serious clients.
What reeks?
Sorry. I was out of time.
I just got out of the smokehouse.
- Hello.
- Hello.
We’re here to build the gazebo.
How much do you want?
Wait here.
How much?
- Valya!
- Yes?
- The carpenters are here.
- Uh-huh.
You know how much money I gave the bank?
Everything’s in the project.
I used the last of it
for the summer house.
My baby will be in the city,
and there are no neighbors.
And get this!
It’s just 200 yards to the beach.
Take notes, rookie!
Gotta go. The carpenters are here.
So, youngsters?
You think you can get it done in a day?
There’s a bonus if you do.
Hi, everyone.
Hello.
The princess is awake.
You’re up early today.
The sun’s still out.
- That’s enough, Dad.
- Use sunscreen.
Hey!
Don’t even think about it.
Get to work.
Hey, who reeks of fish?
That’s me.
I spent the night in a smokehouse.
It smells disgusting. I’m going inside.
Hey, we’re not finishing today.
What do you mean? I promised we would.
We’ll be back tomorrow. Got it?
Hey! Please wait.
You... keep tanning.
I’ll shower.
I’m Artem, by the way.
Lera.
Pardon me.
This guy is great!
When we play cards, he always wins.
Especially when we’re betting our clothes.
Listen, may I kiss you?
I’m a friend. It’s okay for me.
Come on! It’s okay.
Just like this.
Marat, knock it off.
Give you a drink
and you can’t stop rambling.
Hey, you!
Lermontov!
I love you.
So...
Should we get going?
We’ll get going.
Bye-bye!
Bye-bye!
Katya, let’s go!
Katya!
Katya!
Katerina!
Why did he call you Lermontov?
Don’t I look like him?
Not really. He had a mustache.
How about now?
If you behave, I’ll tell you later.
You don’t have to tell me. You’re funny.
Listen.
Some crazy stuff is about to go down.
And I’m out of fuel.
- The engine is too loud!
- What?
The engine’s too loud!
I can’t hear anything!
I can’t hear you! The engine’s roaring!
- I’m gonna go. Bye.
- Wait.
- Give me your hand?
- What for?
I’ll read your palm.
So, what do you see?
I don’t really know.
I don’t know a thing about this.
I just wanted to hold your hand.
I don’t know about your other girls,
but that’s not gonna fly with me.
Okay then.
I’ll be back tomorrow.
Who asked you to?
Did I need to check with someone?
You’re also cocky.
Okay, I see. Bye then.
I write poetry. That’s why “Lermontov.”
Really?
My dad got me into it.
I used to stutter a lot.
And I needed to talk to girls somehow.
- I’d write them notes.
- In verse?
Well, yeah, in verse.
Well, read some.
I’ll read some tomorrow.
Will you write about me, Lermontov?
I already have.
They say happiness is being in love.
It always hurts in the end, but at first...
I was happy that night.
I didn’t realize
how much I’d fallen for him.
As if I’d been lassoed.
Igor Yakovlevich, are you still up?
I had too much coffee.
You’re out late. A new friend?
Yes. He’s a local.
- Good night, Igor Yakovlevich.
- Igor.
I’m not so old, am I?
Listen, do you need to use the Internet?
You can sit. I’ll share the coffee.
Thank you, Igor Yakovlevich,
but I’m going to bed.
Sweet dreams. Igor.
Igor.
As usual.
Just in time. Dad!
Come on.
Get up. Come on! Let’s go to bed.
What are you doing? I’ve got this.
You’ve got this.
So, tell me about it.
- What?
- You know what.
You’re all lit up.
They can see your grin a mile away.
I met a girl.
“She had crescent-moon eyebrows.”
Yeah.
Yeah...
You’re a different breed, Son.
You’re like your mother.
She was a flirt too.
She was a flirt all her life.
Maybe she still is.
You can never understand women.
And who’s stopping you?
You could try the movies or the park.
You could invite Aunt Vera.
She’s got her eye on you.
Vera?
Are you comparing that scarecrow
to your mother?
“And it’s better to be alone
than to be with just anyone.”
Who said that?
Omar Khayyam.
That’s right.
Listen, I...
jotted down a few lines today.
Tenderness and pain.
Pain.
Pain.
I’ve gotten over others, not only you.
The wind will tear into the night.
Time doesn’t heal.
Begone. Begone.
This is all a dream.
My son, my essence.
My heart crashes into the temple.
Fate cuts me, like the lash of a whip.
Memories... are burning me.
Burning me.
Very good.
Dad, you’re the best.
So, let’s
drink to this.
Maybe that’s enough for tonight.
Stop lecturing your father.
Your wedding tackle isn’t big enough...
For now.
Here we go.
Well...
To you, Son.
You... should play the field.
Play the field, Artem.
But once you meet the one...
grab onto her with your teeth and hands
and keep her in a stranglehold.
Otherwise,
you’ll keep running from one to the next,
like a desperate man.
Also an option, by the way.
How will I know if she’s the one?
You’ll know.
You’ll feel it, Son.
Your heart will tell you.
What if I already found her?
Today.
I’m trying
to talk about serious things here.
And you’re being ironic again.
That’s enough for today, Dad.
You’ll pass out again.
Burning me.
Dad, what is it?
It’s okay.
Let me take you to your room.
Don’t break...
Here we are.
This one is cool.
I actually like them. You surprise me.
Is he family?
Gurevich? God, no.
Do we look alike?
He’s my dad’s partner in some print works
or something. A big shot.
- Seriously?
- He’s a genius.
He started as a reporter,
and now he’s a major publisher.
When I graduate, I’m gonna work for him.
- As a journalist?
- No.
I don’t like writing.
Business administration.
Why is he around all the time?
He likes me.
Doesn’t this boy bother you?
- Why do you let him stay?
- To keep him in my sight.
As long as he minds his own business.
Or not.
Are you out of your mind?
Do you see how Igor looks at Lerka?
Once she graduates, he’ll propose.
A fling with a young guy will do her good.
At least she’ll have some memories.
She’ll get it out of her system.
It’ll make her wiser.
And she won’t leave Gurevich.
It’s scary how smart she is.
Not bad, not bad.
A dilettante, but promising.
But dilettantes are everywhere today...
In business, politics, medicine.
Do you write prose?
Poetry doesn’t sell well.
I don’t write to sell.
What for then? Everything is for sale.
It’s just that the price varies.
Money, success, fame.
A woman.
Come to Moscow. I’ll give you a job.
You’ll die of boredom here.
Thank you.
- But I’ll survive somehow.
- Don’t you have any ambition?
When I was your age,
I sold an apartment...
and bought a small newspaper.
It was called Young Naturalists.
Now I have a publishing house,
a TV channel and two radio stations.
Because I started early.
Awesome.
Next to me, you’re simply... a superman.
Next to you, it’s not hard.
You know, there’s this old man...
who goes fishing around here.
He’s from Moscow, a businessman.
He worked like a horse
until they removed half his intestines.
He can barely walk now,
and he carries a urine bag with him.
He came here to spend his final days.
So he says,
“I dreamed all my life
about sitting around like this and fishing
without anyone bugging me.”
And?
It’s all very sad,
but what’s the point of the story?
Because I fish in the same water
with the same rod,
while you’re working yourself to death.
Listen, kid,
do you understand who you’re talking to?
Why haven’t you ever taken me fishing?
Let’s go right now. I insist.
Lera.
Lera, where are you going?
Mom, we’re going fishing. Don’t wait up.
- Thank you.
- Lera!
Why did you let them go?
I’ve overstayed my welcome.
It’s time to return to Moscow.
Your daughter’s in love.
Are you gonna take turns keeping watch?
Igor left.
Why?
I don’t know.
What did you say to him?
Dad, why are you getting upset?
He left, and thank God.
It’s better that way.
Lera, you... don’t understand.
We depend on him.
You, me... our whole family.
My business.
I’ve invested everything.
I can’t make it without him.
You’re throwing me at him.
It’s disgusting.
Not at him!
If you don’t like Igor, find someone else.
Don’t date anyone if you don’t want to.
For 20 years, I’ve given you everything...
Doctors, tutors, English classes,
a private school.
- And now you’re with this trash.
- He’s not trash.
Try to see it my way.
You got involved with a migrant laborer.
His father’s an alcoholic.
They live in a dump.
- Maybe he has lice!
- That’s enough.
I forbid you to date him, Valeria!
What gives you the right? Am I your slave?
You either break up with him,
or we go back to Moscow.
Okay.
“Okay” what?
What did we agree on?
Let’s go.
Don’t start it yet. You’ll wake everyone.
Oops!
Here. These are yours.
I swore I wouldn’t play cards with you.
- Listen, can we leave?
- Huh?
Don’t you like it here?
I don’t know. It’s kind of lame.
Guys!
There’s about 30 people from Mirnovo.
They’re talking trash.
- Where, at the club?
- Yeah.
- Where are you going?
- Hold on.
Wait here. I’ll be back in five, okay?
Artem!
He brought her here! Come on!
I told you not to come out.
- Are you guys gonna fight?
- Keep it down.
You’re either leaving with me
or you won’t see me again.
I’m not joking.
Calm down. I can’t leave right now.
If I knew you were like this,
I wouldn’t have come.
So, it’s your choice.
Tem, are you coming?
Artem, take me home.
- Slow down!
- Huh?
Slow down! The road is slippery!
Are you upset with me?
I’m not.
It’s just that I let the guys down.
It was a crazy summer.
And also magical.
I’ve never had one like this.
Neither before nor after.
Mom talked to Dad,
and they put up with us.
Artem kept surprising me.
He seemed to know everything.
He had so many books.
I asked him whether he had
even opened half of them.
He said he had read them all.
His dad had traveled the entire world.
While he was away at sea,
his family was together.
After he’d been discharged,
it turned out they were too different.
His mother remarried and moved to Germany.
She said she’d take Artem
once she had settled down.
I’m guessing she still hasn’t.
It’s strange.
It seemed like each day lasted a year,
yet the summer was gone in a flash.
I won’t survive without you.
Do you understand?
We’ll talk on the phone.
We’ll text every day.
It’s not the same.
I’ll come visit.
As soon as I finish this job,
I’ll come see you.
Stop the car.
What?
Stop the car. I’m going back.
Lera, don’t be crazy.
Stop the car, or I’ll jump out!
Go ahead.
Valya, stop the car.
What, you too?
Stop the car. I’m begging you.
Can we at least get to a gas station?
Can you wait until then?
I’ll let you stay if you want.
Just hear me out first.
Do you remember Aunt Olya... Nozhkina?
- Aunt Olya? The fat one?
- Mm-hmm. The fat one.
She was the prettiest one in class.
A big fashion designer asked her
to model for him. I was so jealous.
- Come on. Really?
- Mm-hmm.
She stole this guy from me... Edik.
He was handsome, played the guitar.
They got married right after graduation.
Now? They’re both over 40
and live with her parents
in a two-room apartment with the kids.
No place of their own,
no future, no money.
She despises him,
but the train has left the station.
She plods around everywhere
like a tired workhorse.
Kitchen work, groceries, kids.
And at night, she sits in front of the TV
stuffing her face.
- Is this what you want?
- Artem’s different.
He’s smart and talented. Mom, I love him.
If you stay, you’ll come to hate him.
What’s here for you?
A career? Your friends? A job?
How do you see yourself?
The wife of a carpenter, a fisherman?
Who is he?
You have a future in Moscow, but here...
It’s all downhill from here.
You’ll crawl back in six months with
a big belly, in tears and out of love.
Hold on to the memories.
That’s the best part.
I was in love once.
God saved me. I didn’t marry him.
So, decide. Where are we going?
I’m not saying you should leave him.
Just take a break.
I’ve had it. Lunchtime.
Have you e-mailed her?
She doesn’t reply.
Maybe she’s away.
Where are you? Call.
She’s in school now.
So, what do you expect?
A big-city chick.
Here, you’re a big shot, but there...
She hit it and quit it.
Tem. Just don’t cry.
You’ll make me cry too.
Screw off.
Go see her.
We’ll finish the job, minus your share.
Who’s gonna take care of Dad?
You don’t help him all that much,
you know?
He’s a tough dude.
He’s good for another 20 years.
What, you can’t have a life now?
Lera.
Artem?
- What are you doing here?
- I came to see you.
You don’t look happy about it.
More coffee?
- Would you like anything else?
- No, thanks.
How’s your Dad?
He’s okay. He’s says hi.
What happened to your phone?
I got a new number.
Because of me?
I see.
Summer’s over, back to real life.
- It wasn’t so bad, huh?
- Tem, don’t.
Tell me. Don’t I have the right to know
what you don’t like about me?
It was really hard on me after I left.
I even saw a psychologist.
I’m still on meds.
We’re different.
It’s hard to explain.
- Your life is there. Mine is here.
- Aren’t I good enough for you here?
What is it?
Is it the money? I’m not smart enough?
It was a summer thing. It happens a lot.
My doctor says...
We were in love with each other.
Is that what you were treated for?
Tema, I don’t want you to leave like this.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here.
If we need money, we’ll get money.
I don’t know what your parents
whispered in your ear...
only I’m no worse
than your Moscow yuppies.
You don’t want to be with me.
I love you.
So...
You’re good until the sixth.
Until the sixth, Tatyana Ivanovna.
Have a good day.
- You said my writing was good.
- So I did.
Only the Internet
is already full of stuff like this.
Everyone’s a writer.
I need a job.
Any job.
I spent all I had for an apartment.
Don’t try to play the sympathy card.
No one here cares about your problems.
Look at you... a boy with a fishing rod...
on a bike.
Don’t sweat it. Thank you.
You here to see Lerka?
I’ll hire you as a courier.
You can be a freelance writer.
If like it, I’ll publish it.
Address me formally.
Summer’s over. You’re a nobody here.
I’ve never met you before.
Good?
Good.
Yes, Igor Yakovlevich.
Yulya, I need you in my office.
Yes, Igor Yakovlevich.
Yulechka, this is our new courier.
Show him around.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Follow me.
Hi. How are you?
I’m okay. Same old.
Can we meet?
You can show me the city.
No. I’m at home. I don’t feel very well.
I see.
Well, feel better. Bye.
Thank you. Bye.
Bye. Love you.
Was it the boy?
Artem?
Thank you for giving him a job.
You probably shouldn’t have.
He’d stay anyway.
At least he’s in my sight.
What’s this?
Open it.
Thank you.
1,000 MILES CAFÉ-CLUB
Come on!
“...suspended over the angry abyss.
Thoughts burn through my brain,
like an ulcer.
The future is set in stone.
Life is like the first drag.
One breath, and I’m suffocating.
Death is immortal.
- What are you having?
- Life is like the smell of ammonia.
- Just a minute.
- Death is our conductor.
It will never leave us behind.
Existential jokes with mustard.
We keep having fun...
Banality is the soul’s drug.
We keep our own pain warm,
and we get closer to death.”
Thank you for the warm welcome...
assholes.
Thank you for shutting your mouth.
- Hey!
- Hello.
- One, one.
- You’re one-one.
So, yeah.
Soon I’ll stand, solid as a tank,
nearly invulnerable.
There’s no other way
to survive this winter.
There’s nothing there for you,
and your body isn’t the same anymore.
Choke the slave within you
one breath at a time.
Sift every grain of your soul...
It’s okay! Keep going!
Come on, come on!
Extinguish the flatterer within you.
But don’t forget your soul.
Breathe.
Read another one!
I’ve started lying.
I never used to, and I’m lying... to you.
It’s crazy.
I don’t want to lie to you.
It won’t work out.
Not ever.
But we can be friends.
I almost made a big mistake today.
But then you came, and everything changed.
I came to my senses. Thank you.
What are you doing?
Lerka! I’m getting published.
What do you mean?
Can you imagine?
Some guy wants to publish me.
A poetry collection by Artem Tsyganov.
“Moscow, breathe!”
Do you want tea?
I don’t have anything else.
He was happy, like a kid.
Subtitle translation by Maryia Gorman
lips... reproach... death...
How did we meet? How old were we?
EPISODE ONE
Twenty-one? Twenty-two?
We were still kids.
I don’t know what it was.
Was it pure chance, or was it fate?
If he’d had time to shower that morning,
I wouldn’t have noticed him at all.
Where have you been?
I’m losing dough ’cause of you.
Stop whining.
I’m not whining.
Some serious clients.
What reeks?
Sorry. I was out of time.
I just got out of the smokehouse.
- Hello.
- Hello.
We’re here to build the gazebo.
How much do you want?
Wait here.
How much?
- Valya!
- Yes?
- The carpenters are here.
- Uh-huh.
You know how much money I gave the bank?
Everything’s in the project.
I used the last of it
for the summer house.
My baby will be in the city,
and there are no neighbors.
And get this!
It’s just 200 yards to the beach.
Take notes, rookie!
Gotta go. The carpenters are here.
So, youngsters?
You think you can get it done in a day?
There’s a bonus if you do.
Hi, everyone.
Hello.
The princess is awake.
You’re up early today.
The sun’s still out.
- That’s enough, Dad.
- Use sunscreen.
Hey!
Don’t even think about it.
Get to work.
Hey, who reeks of fish?
That’s me.
I spent the night in a smokehouse.
It smells disgusting. I’m going inside.
Hey, we’re not finishing today.
What do you mean? I promised we would.
We’ll be back tomorrow. Got it?
Hey! Please wait.
You... keep tanning.
I’ll shower.
I’m Artem, by the way.
Lera.
Pardon me.
This guy is great!
When we play cards, he always wins.
Especially when we’re betting our clothes.
Listen, may I kiss you?
I’m a friend. It’s okay for me.
Come on! It’s okay.
Just like this.
Marat, knock it off.
Give you a drink
and you can’t stop rambling.
Hey, you!
Lermontov!
I love you.
So...
Should we get going?
We’ll get going.
Bye-bye!
Bye-bye!
Katya, let’s go!
Katya!
Katya!
Katerina!
Why did he call you Lermontov?
Don’t I look like him?
Not really. He had a mustache.
How about now?
If you behave, I’ll tell you later.
You don’t have to tell me. You’re funny.
Listen.
Some crazy stuff is about to go down.
And I’m out of fuel.
- The engine is too loud!
- What?
The engine’s too loud!
I can’t hear anything!
I can’t hear you! The engine’s roaring!
- I’m gonna go. Bye.
- Wait.
- Give me your hand?
- What for?
I’ll read your palm.
So, what do you see?
I don’t really know.
I don’t know a thing about this.
I just wanted to hold your hand.
I don’t know about your other girls,
but that’s not gonna fly with me.
Okay then.
I’ll be back tomorrow.
Who asked you to?
Did I need to check with someone?
You’re also cocky.
Okay, I see. Bye then.
I write poetry. That’s why “Lermontov.”
Really?
My dad got me into it.
I used to stutter a lot.
And I needed to talk to girls somehow.
- I’d write them notes.
- In verse?
Well, yeah, in verse.
Well, read some.
I’ll read some tomorrow.
Will you write about me, Lermontov?
I already have.
They say happiness is being in love.
It always hurts in the end, but at first...
I was happy that night.
I didn’t realize
how much I’d fallen for him.
As if I’d been lassoed.
Igor Yakovlevich, are you still up?
I had too much coffee.
You’re out late. A new friend?
Yes. He’s a local.
- Good night, Igor Yakovlevich.
- Igor.
I’m not so old, am I?
Listen, do you need to use the Internet?
You can sit. I’ll share the coffee.
Thank you, Igor Yakovlevich,
but I’m going to bed.
Sweet dreams. Igor.
Igor.
As usual.
Just in time. Dad!
Come on.
Get up. Come on! Let’s go to bed.
What are you doing? I’ve got this.
You’ve got this.
So, tell me about it.
- What?
- You know what.
You’re all lit up.
They can see your grin a mile away.
I met a girl.
“She had crescent-moon eyebrows.”
Yeah.
Yeah...
You’re a different breed, Son.
You’re like your mother.
She was a flirt too.
She was a flirt all her life.
Maybe she still is.
You can never understand women.
And who’s stopping you?
You could try the movies or the park.
You could invite Aunt Vera.
She’s got her eye on you.
Vera?
Are you comparing that scarecrow
to your mother?
“And it’s better to be alone
than to be with just anyone.”
Who said that?
Omar Khayyam.
That’s right.
Listen, I...
jotted down a few lines today.
Tenderness and pain.
Pain.
Pain.
I’ve gotten over others, not only you.
The wind will tear into the night.
Time doesn’t heal.
Begone. Begone.
This is all a dream.
My son, my essence.
My heart crashes into the temple.
Fate cuts me, like the lash of a whip.
Memories... are burning me.
Burning me.
Very good.
Dad, you’re the best.
So, let’s
drink to this.
Maybe that’s enough for tonight.
Stop lecturing your father.
Your wedding tackle isn’t big enough...
For now.
Here we go.
Well...
To you, Son.
You... should play the field.
Play the field, Artem.
But once you meet the one...
grab onto her with your teeth and hands
and keep her in a stranglehold.
Otherwise,
you’ll keep running from one to the next,
like a desperate man.
Also an option, by the way.
How will I know if she’s the one?
You’ll know.
You’ll feel it, Son.
Your heart will tell you.
What if I already found her?
Today.
I’m trying
to talk about serious things here.
And you’re being ironic again.
That’s enough for today, Dad.
You’ll pass out again.
Burning me.
Dad, what is it?
It’s okay.
Let me take you to your room.
Don’t break...
Here we are.
This one is cool.
I actually like them. You surprise me.
Is he family?
Gurevich? God, no.
Do we look alike?
He’s my dad’s partner in some print works
or something. A big shot.
- Seriously?
- He’s a genius.
He started as a reporter,
and now he’s a major publisher.
When I graduate, I’m gonna work for him.
- As a journalist?
- No.
I don’t like writing.
Business administration.
Why is he around all the time?
He likes me.
Doesn’t this boy bother you?
- Why do you let him stay?
- To keep him in my sight.
As long as he minds his own business.
Or not.
Are you out of your mind?
Do you see how Igor looks at Lerka?
Once she graduates, he’ll propose.
A fling with a young guy will do her good.
At least she’ll have some memories.
She’ll get it out of her system.
It’ll make her wiser.
And she won’t leave Gurevich.
It’s scary how smart she is.
Not bad, not bad.
A dilettante, but promising.
But dilettantes are everywhere today...
In business, politics, medicine.
Do you write prose?
Poetry doesn’t sell well.
I don’t write to sell.
What for then? Everything is for sale.
It’s just that the price varies.
Money, success, fame.
A woman.
Come to Moscow. I’ll give you a job.
You’ll die of boredom here.
Thank you.
- But I’ll survive somehow.
- Don’t you have any ambition?
When I was your age,
I sold an apartment...
and bought a small newspaper.
It was called Young Naturalists.
Now I have a publishing house,
a TV channel and two radio stations.
Because I started early.
Awesome.
Next to me, you’re simply... a superman.
Next to you, it’s not hard.
You know, there’s this old man...
who goes fishing around here.
He’s from Moscow, a businessman.
He worked like a horse
until they removed half his intestines.
He can barely walk now,
and he carries a urine bag with him.
He came here to spend his final days.
So he says,
“I dreamed all my life
about sitting around like this and fishing
without anyone bugging me.”
And?
It’s all very sad,
but what’s the point of the story?
Because I fish in the same water
with the same rod,
while you’re working yourself to death.
Listen, kid,
do you understand who you’re talking to?
Why haven’t you ever taken me fishing?
Let’s go right now. I insist.
Lera.
Lera, where are you going?
Mom, we’re going fishing. Don’t wait up.
- Thank you.
- Lera!
Why did you let them go?
I’ve overstayed my welcome.
It’s time to return to Moscow.
Your daughter’s in love.
Are you gonna take turns keeping watch?
Igor left.
Why?
I don’t know.
What did you say to him?
Dad, why are you getting upset?
He left, and thank God.
It’s better that way.
Lera, you... don’t understand.
We depend on him.
You, me... our whole family.
My business.
I’ve invested everything.
I can’t make it without him.
You’re throwing me at him.
It’s disgusting.
Not at him!
If you don’t like Igor, find someone else.
Don’t date anyone if you don’t want to.
For 20 years, I’ve given you everything...
Doctors, tutors, English classes,
a private school.
- And now you’re with this trash.
- He’s not trash.
Try to see it my way.
You got involved with a migrant laborer.
His father’s an alcoholic.
They live in a dump.
- Maybe he has lice!
- That’s enough.
I forbid you to date him, Valeria!
What gives you the right? Am I your slave?
You either break up with him,
or we go back to Moscow.
Okay.
“Okay” what?
What did we agree on?
Let’s go.
Don’t start it yet. You’ll wake everyone.
Oops!
Here. These are yours.
I swore I wouldn’t play cards with you.
- Listen, can we leave?
- Huh?
Don’t you like it here?
I don’t know. It’s kind of lame.
Guys!
There’s about 30 people from Mirnovo.
They’re talking trash.
- Where, at the club?
- Yeah.
- Where are you going?
- Hold on.
Wait here. I’ll be back in five, okay?
Artem!
He brought her here! Come on!
I told you not to come out.
- Are you guys gonna fight?
- Keep it down.
You’re either leaving with me
or you won’t see me again.
I’m not joking.
Calm down. I can’t leave right now.
If I knew you were like this,
I wouldn’t have come.
So, it’s your choice.
Tem, are you coming?
Artem, take me home.
- Slow down!
- Huh?
Slow down! The road is slippery!
Are you upset with me?
I’m not.
It’s just that I let the guys down.
It was a crazy summer.
And also magical.
I’ve never had one like this.
Neither before nor after.
Mom talked to Dad,
and they put up with us.
Artem kept surprising me.
He seemed to know everything.
He had so many books.
I asked him whether he had
even opened half of them.
He said he had read them all.
His dad had traveled the entire world.
While he was away at sea,
his family was together.
After he’d been discharged,
it turned out they were too different.
His mother remarried and moved to Germany.
She said she’d take Artem
once she had settled down.
I’m guessing she still hasn’t.
It’s strange.
It seemed like each day lasted a year,
yet the summer was gone in a flash.
I won’t survive without you.
Do you understand?
We’ll talk on the phone.
We’ll text every day.
It’s not the same.
I’ll come visit.
As soon as I finish this job,
I’ll come see you.
Stop the car.
What?
Stop the car. I’m going back.
Lera, don’t be crazy.
Stop the car, or I’ll jump out!
Go ahead.
Valya, stop the car.
What, you too?
Stop the car. I’m begging you.
Can we at least get to a gas station?
Can you wait until then?
I’ll let you stay if you want.
Just hear me out first.
Do you remember Aunt Olya... Nozhkina?
- Aunt Olya? The fat one?
- Mm-hmm. The fat one.
She was the prettiest one in class.
A big fashion designer asked her
to model for him. I was so jealous.
- Come on. Really?
- Mm-hmm.
She stole this guy from me... Edik.
He was handsome, played the guitar.
They got married right after graduation.
Now? They’re both over 40
and live with her parents
in a two-room apartment with the kids.
No place of their own,
no future, no money.
She despises him,
but the train has left the station.
She plods around everywhere
like a tired workhorse.
Kitchen work, groceries, kids.
And at night, she sits in front of the TV
stuffing her face.
- Is this what you want?
- Artem’s different.
He’s smart and talented. Mom, I love him.
If you stay, you’ll come to hate him.
What’s here for you?
A career? Your friends? A job?
How do you see yourself?
The wife of a carpenter, a fisherman?
Who is he?
You have a future in Moscow, but here...
It’s all downhill from here.
You’ll crawl back in six months with
a big belly, in tears and out of love.
Hold on to the memories.
That’s the best part.
I was in love once.
God saved me. I didn’t marry him.
So, decide. Where are we going?
I’m not saying you should leave him.
Just take a break.
I’ve had it. Lunchtime.
Have you e-mailed her?
She doesn’t reply.
Maybe she’s away.
Where are you? Call.
She’s in school now.
So, what do you expect?
A big-city chick.
Here, you’re a big shot, but there...
She hit it and quit it.
Tem. Just don’t cry.
You’ll make me cry too.
Screw off.
Go see her.
We’ll finish the job, minus your share.
Who’s gonna take care of Dad?
You don’t help him all that much,
you know?
He’s a tough dude.
He’s good for another 20 years.
What, you can’t have a life now?
Lera.
Artem?
- What are you doing here?
- I came to see you.
You don’t look happy about it.
More coffee?
- Would you like anything else?
- No, thanks.
How’s your Dad?
He’s okay. He’s says hi.
What happened to your phone?
I got a new number.
Because of me?
I see.
Summer’s over, back to real life.
- It wasn’t so bad, huh?
- Tem, don’t.
Tell me. Don’t I have the right to know
what you don’t like about me?
It was really hard on me after I left.
I even saw a psychologist.
I’m still on meds.
We’re different.
It’s hard to explain.
- Your life is there. Mine is here.
- Aren’t I good enough for you here?
What is it?
Is it the money? I’m not smart enough?
It was a summer thing. It happens a lot.
My doctor says...
We were in love with each other.
Is that what you were treated for?
Tema, I don’t want you to leave like this.
I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here.
If we need money, we’ll get money.
I don’t know what your parents
whispered in your ear...
only I’m no worse
than your Moscow yuppies.
You don’t want to be with me.
I love you.
So...
You’re good until the sixth.
Until the sixth, Tatyana Ivanovna.
Have a good day.
- You said my writing was good.
- So I did.
Only the Internet
is already full of stuff like this.
Everyone’s a writer.
I need a job.
Any job.
I spent all I had for an apartment.
Don’t try to play the sympathy card.
No one here cares about your problems.
Look at you... a boy with a fishing rod...
on a bike.
Don’t sweat it. Thank you.
You here to see Lerka?
I’ll hire you as a courier.
You can be a freelance writer.
If like it, I’ll publish it.
Address me formally.
Summer’s over. You’re a nobody here.
I’ve never met you before.
Good?
Good.
Yes, Igor Yakovlevich.
Yulya, I need you in my office.
Yes, Igor Yakovlevich.
Yulechka, this is our new courier.
Show him around.
- Hello.
- Hello.
Follow me.
Hi. How are you?
I’m okay. Same old.
Can we meet?
You can show me the city.
No. I’m at home. I don’t feel very well.
I see.
Well, feel better. Bye.
Thank you. Bye.
Bye. Love you.
Was it the boy?
Artem?
Thank you for giving him a job.
You probably shouldn’t have.
He’d stay anyway.
At least he’s in my sight.
What’s this?
Open it.
Thank you.
1,000 MILES CAFÉ-CLUB
Come on!
“...suspended over the angry abyss.
Thoughts burn through my brain,
like an ulcer.
The future is set in stone.
Life is like the first drag.
One breath, and I’m suffocating.
Death is immortal.
- What are you having?
- Life is like the smell of ammonia.
- Just a minute.
- Death is our conductor.
It will never leave us behind.
Existential jokes with mustard.
We keep having fun...
Banality is the soul’s drug.
We keep our own pain warm,
and we get closer to death.”
Thank you for the warm welcome...
assholes.
Thank you for shutting your mouth.
- Hey!
- Hello.
- One, one.
- You’re one-one.
So, yeah.
Soon I’ll stand, solid as a tank,
nearly invulnerable.
There’s no other way
to survive this winter.
There’s nothing there for you,
and your body isn’t the same anymore.
Choke the slave within you
one breath at a time.
Sift every grain of your soul...
It’s okay! Keep going!
Come on, come on!
Extinguish the flatterer within you.
But don’t forget your soul.
Breathe.
Read another one!
I’ve started lying.
I never used to, and I’m lying... to you.
It’s crazy.
I don’t want to lie to you.
It won’t work out.
Not ever.
But we can be friends.
I almost made a big mistake today.
But then you came, and everything changed.
I came to my senses. Thank you.
What are you doing?
Lerka! I’m getting published.
What do you mean?
Can you imagine?
Some guy wants to publish me.
A poetry collection by Artem Tsyganov.
“Moscow, breathe!”
Do you want tea?
I don’t have anything else.
He was happy, like a kid.
Subtitle translation by Maryia Gorman