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There is no “hazelka” any more. No one survived ... Do not ask for I can’t keep myself.

Slon

— Let’s go already. Marry — no, but simply so — yes.

Strilka

— So I'd better marry. Just not so scary.

Act III. GETTING OUT FROM THE CAULDRON.

Scene 1

Field. Martynov and Chervonets with binoculars.

Martynov We’ll give out the injured tomorrow. A few already have died. And we can make the captives march through the town.

Chervonets

— But recently there has been such parade.

Martynov

— Well, people liked it. A spectacle! You can make them march almost every day. And each day a new group. It’s a pity, my grandfather did not live till now, he fought the Nazis. My mother has the sewing machine from Berlin since then. They are fascists, fascists herd, nurtured by America. Make them trample their blue and yellow cloth, make them shout “Glory to Russia”. Look in the bushes, a lot of vipers escaped while we were packing, they will crawl out.

Chervonets

— Not far from here Tetyana with the son… in a small village. God forbid her to be exposed to punishers.

Martynov

— What’s wrong? We’ll find you a young patriot to marry, such that a cup of vodka stands on her tits.

Chervonets

— So come on, you first.

Martynov

— Donna Rosa, I am an old soldier, and I do not know the words of love

Scene 2

Night. Field of pumpkins. The whole group sleeps, having closely gathered in one nest. Someone holds that who’s next in the dream, someone holds an unripe pumpkin.

Veles

— In my former life I was a woman for sure .

Laurel (sleepily)

— Beautiful?

Veles

— Exactly!

Laurel

— What were you doing?

Veles

— Didn’t fight for sure . Probably, was growing up orchids. Do you like orchids? White orchids?

Laurel

— No, if white flowers, then strawberry.

And if to search, then somewhere near the flower there will be a berry ... The best taste in the world. You’d better sleep.

Veles

— Yes. The stars are shining so bright…That it’s impossible to sleep.

Laurel

— It's not the stars, it’s a tracer

Veles

— Oh to the deuce with you. Only imagine, there near the star there is the same planet, the same people. But, for example, everybody exactly knows how much he lives. As one-day insect knows. And they too. And all of them have the same life.

Laurel

— So I have my hundred years and everybody has hundred too? As you want you’ll divide?

Veles

— That’s it. I would not marry for thirty years, I’d travel around the entire planet, all countries, all seas ... Then for ten years I’d be sitting in the house in the woods, remember... Well, not lonely, of course ...

Laurel

How could you become a policeman, such a romantic?

Veles

— I am surprised myself.

Poet

— Is anybody going to sleep? During the day he is calling so that we all could be detected, shouting that he’s alive, that he loves, comes soon, as if he is one stop away, and at night…

Laurel

— Well, I did not shout, I quietly ... She is just the best in the world and she’s waiting for me.

Poet

— Exactly so. Do you know this parable? When a man died and asked the God about the sense of his life. The God told him: “You were going on a business trip in your youth, remember? No, he says, but there was something like that. — So you went to the dining car, and there was a woman at the next table who asked for salt, and you gave it. Remember? — Well, I remember something ... — So that’s it”

Veles

— We are now between heaven and hell. Both pulls ...

Slon

— Now I will draw you that much you’d feel! The sky is becoming lighter? Let’s get up and go. One by one — to the fence of that hut. The first one gets, gives a sign, what’s there: food-water-map , we take binoculars and watch. Check the submachine gun and that’s all.

Veles

— And who’s the first?

Slon

The one who asks goes.

Veles