Movie: Mysteries of love

Love is pain, 'said the Emperor,' don't you know?
"I know," replied the doctor. But I also know soldiers who are without arms, without legs, trailing behind them the guts, the teeth tore the enemy because they were at home waiting for beloved women. I went with them seventeen great battles, and I know whose names they vycherkivaete with blood when I cut them saharienne hands and feet. I know who they call, when you lie down, inside-out, in my bloodstained operating table... They call their women. And only therefore survive that in their smoky pain with the shock the conscious, come to them and sing songs about love and put their hands on the heads - and they survive. Not because I'm a good doctor, but because they have something to hold onto in this hell. Yes, their profession is hatred. But it's outside. But inside... You know what keeps them inside?..