Moles and the Machine. v1.1 / Eng. 2.
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basis211[Rhetorical] dramatic epic.
See here
1946.
Wild bleak steppe somewhere between Siberia and Kazakhstan.
Far away on the horizon there are dark dilapidated buildings of an abandoned mine.
Three mendicants called Kalikas - apparently mutants, escaped from uranium factory sit at the campfire . At stake there is fried rat carcass, skewered on a stick. In the stunted trees hanging uncanonical, almost sooty icon of the Supreme.
1 Kalika (sings softly)
First Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The second Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The third Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The fourth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'... ..
2 Kalika
Hold! We're in need to treat ourselves with medicine, brothers!
(The oldest in the company, however, of an indefinite age, with tousled blond hair and a beard, dressed in scary rags and some kind of the vest, made of swarf, takes a little wineskin. Pours in birch cups the homemade solution of cheap stolen plutonium).
3 Kalika:
- Win! Having gained! (Raises cup)
In the name of Secrets, brethren, to the stump so to the bump, to hedgehog and to the bog, to the kidney of heron so as to the boat of Charon. To Lenin's calvity, to time loop and gravity, let heretics go to abyss and to us spiritual kiss. Without the stupid seed there is no kind or tribe, as the Supreme Word sets a good vibe.
(drinks and quietly quacks).
1 Kalika (looking around and lowering his voice, as if someone may hear it, )
- Is it true, uncle, that Stalin is not genuine?
3 Kalika
- So, my child, it's a spiritual thing... They say, replaced was He! (Sighs sadly). Duranty, the evil snake, and Lawrence of Tungussia, Black Prince, damn heretic, did this. They drugged whit wrong plutonium our Bright Hawk ... And people say, there is some Ice - that is to say, as someone champ that Ice, will turn inside out in the same instance, inside be deamon, and outside the same as was. But he will not cast the shade...
1
- Oh, horror, uncle, you're talking about!
2
- There he is, Stalin - that's our genuine ... he not has disappeared, he not has left us Bright our dear ...
There in the prison camp was someone, the man one of our kind ... Former engineer, at errands he worked, I mean... For the third kingdom a lot of good he had made by clandestine rite, yes ... so he told us one day He Stalin Supreme did not disappeared but reborn, young, handsome. Walks He above Mother-Earth, in invisible way, carries the Mystery-the-sweet to us miserables.
Yet, He has a face - a special kind of, it's beautiful, and the servants of the enemy can not see it, the eyes of them have not adapted to this. So here He is, and there, everywhere at once - in many places at the same time He was seen, and everywhere - He seems different ...
1
- Mystery Help, will overcome!
2
- Obsessed yet!
(Pours a little more).
(Suddenly the quiet sound is heard. Above the steppe almost silently flies a deuce of combat Skapsluks.)
3
- To the south they flew ...
1 (silently continues singing)
- The fifth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
Sixth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin' ...
3
- It will be a great battle ... From the north to the south, where I'm not sure, come the Beast, who the whole world wants to absorb, the Hurricane will fight with her, they'll grind Earth to dust. Three - year battle! The mystery of it! (Falls, begins to speak incoherently and in a changed voice, his eyes glaze over)
- ... Obsessed, obsessed! The Beast is great, the Hurricane's strong! In his hand he has a book, in the other he has a snake! The regiments a-coming, a strong wind, a great campaign! The Hurricane took power, spinning wheels, everything revolves, circling quickly! The Beast curves, The Hurricane roars, a big Castle is flying through the sky!
1
- Seventh Warrior aaaa-comiiiiiiiiiin'......
See here
1946.
Wild bleak steppe somewhere between Siberia and Kazakhstan.
Far away on the horizon there are dark dilapidated buildings of an abandoned mine.
Three mendicants called Kalikas - apparently mutants, escaped from uranium factory sit at the campfire . At stake there is fried rat carcass, skewered on a stick. In the stunted trees hanging uncanonical, almost sooty icon of the Supreme.
1 Kalika (sings softly)
First Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The second Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The third Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
The fourth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'... ..
2 Kalika
Hold! We're in need to treat ourselves with medicine, brothers!
(The oldest in the company, however, of an indefinite age, with tousled blond hair and a beard, dressed in scary rags and some kind of the vest, made of swarf, takes a little wineskin. Pours in birch cups the homemade solution of cheap stolen plutonium).
3 Kalika:
- Win! Having gained! (Raises cup)
In the name of Secrets, brethren, to the stump so to the bump, to hedgehog and to the bog, to the kidney of heron so as to the boat of Charon. To Lenin's calvity, to time loop and gravity, let heretics go to abyss and to us spiritual kiss. Without the stupid seed there is no kind or tribe, as the Supreme Word sets a good vibe.
(drinks and quietly quacks).
1 Kalika (looking around and lowering his voice, as if someone may hear it, )
- Is it true, uncle, that Stalin is not genuine?
3 Kalika
- So, my child, it's a spiritual thing... They say, replaced was He! (Sighs sadly). Duranty, the evil snake, and Lawrence of Tungussia, Black Prince, damn heretic, did this. They drugged whit wrong plutonium our Bright Hawk ... And people say, there is some Ice - that is to say, as someone champ that Ice, will turn inside out in the same instance, inside be deamon, and outside the same as was. But he will not cast the shade...
1
- Oh, horror, uncle, you're talking about!
2
- There he is, Stalin - that's our genuine ... he not has disappeared, he not has left us Bright our dear ...
There in the prison camp was someone, the man one of our kind ... Former engineer, at errands he worked, I mean... For the third kingdom a lot of good he had made by clandestine rite, yes ... so he told us one day He Stalin Supreme did not disappeared but reborn, young, handsome. Walks He above Mother-Earth, in invisible way, carries the Mystery-the-sweet to us miserables.
Yet, He has a face - a special kind of, it's beautiful, and the servants of the enemy can not see it, the eyes of them have not adapted to this. So here He is, and there, everywhere at once - in many places at the same time He was seen, and everywhere - He seems different ...
1
- Mystery Help, will overcome!
2
- Obsessed yet!
(Pours a little more).
(Suddenly the quiet sound is heard. Above the steppe almost silently flies a deuce of combat Skapsluks.)
3
- To the south they flew ...
1 (silently continues singing)
- The fifth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin'
Sixth Warrior a-comiiiiiiiiiin' ...
3
- It will be a great battle ... From the north to the south, where I'm not sure, come the Beast, who the whole world wants to absorb, the Hurricane will fight with her, they'll grind Earth to dust. Three - year battle! The mystery of it! (Falls, begins to speak incoherently and in a changed voice, his eyes glaze over)
- ... Obsessed, obsessed! The Beast is great, the Hurricane's strong! In his hand he has a book, in the other he has a snake! The regiments a-coming, a strong wind, a great campaign! The Hurricane took power, spinning wheels, everything revolves, circling quickly! The Beast curves, The Hurricane roars, a big Castle is flying through the sky!
1
- Seventh Warrior aaaa-comiiiiiiiiiin'......
