Character: Semen Semenovich

But really there's something Pozharsky from me. And Minin are. But Minin less than Pozharsky.

- You keep getting in the way of systematic training. Than talk back to me, Serafima Ilinichna, you had better be silent and listen to the music. (Blowing.) Actually, I would like to ask in moments of creativity relative silence. (Reads.) "Range. Gamma is the umbilical cord of music. Having this umbilical cord, you are born as a musician". Well, now I have finally learned. "In order to properly learn a scale, I, the internationally acclaimed artist sound Theodore Hugo Schulz offer you the cheapest way. Buy cheapest ro... (turns a page) ...Yal". As the piano?
- ?
- As the piano?
Wait. Wait. Can't be. "I suggest you the cheapest way. Buy cheapest ro... (tries not stuck if the page turns) ...Yal". How's that? Let. Why the piano? (Reads.) "The notes said, as played gamma. Play it on the piano and copy the tube". It's what comrades do? What is it? It's over, then. So, it's over. Then... Oh, the scoundrel! The main thing, the artist of sound. Not an artist are you, Theodore, and a scoundrel. Bastard... with his umbilical cord. (Breaks the tutorial.) Mary! Mashenka! Serafima Ilyinichna! After all, the piano is something I do not what to buy. What he did to me? I watched him as anchor. I through the pipe discerned their future.

- Shut up! (Picks up the phone.) Everyone is silent, when colossus speaks to colossus. Let The Kremlin. Do not be afraid, do not be afraid, come on, miss. Ktoy? The Kremlin? Says Podsekalnikov. Under-se-Kal-Ni-kov. Individual. In-di-VI-du-um. Get somebody the most important. You have no? Well, then, tell him from me that I had read Marx I Marx did not like. Shut up! Don't interrupt me. And then tell him also that I send them... are You listening? Oh, my God. (Dumbfounded. Dropped the hook.)
- What happened?
- Hang.
- How?
- Who?
- Up. Hung up the phone. Scared. I was scared. You feel? Comprehend the situation? The Kremlin - me. What I represent, comrades? It's scary even to analyze. No, you just think. From early childhood I wanted to be a man of genius, but my parents were against it. For what I lived? For what? For the statistics. My life, how many years you abused me. How many years have you insulted me, life. But today my hour has arrived. Life, I demand satisfaction.

... For God's sake, don't interrupt me, you first think. Just imagine that tomorrow at twelve o'clock you take your hand gun. For God's sake, don't interrupt me. Well. Suppose that you take... and put the muzzle in his mouth. No, stick. Well. Assume that you insert. Here inserted. Inserted. And as soon as you have inserted, there is a second. Come over to the second philosophically. What is the second? Tick-tock. Yes, tick-tock. And standing between the teak and this wall. Yes, the wall, that is the muzzle of a revolver. You know? Now the barrel. Here the TEC. Here. And here is the tick, young man, that's all, and that's it, young man, is nothing. No-th-th. You know? Why? Because there is a dog. Go to the dog philosophically. Come here. Came. Press. And then you hear Bang-Bang. And here is the PIF - it is also teak, but PAF is already so. And that's all for teak and mutual Fund, I understand, but everything about Taka and Paphos, - I do not understand. Tick - and here I am still with them, and with his wife, mother-in-law, with the sun, with air and water, I understand. So and here I am without a wife... although I have no wife - I understand too, I have no mother in law... well, I even understand very well, but here I am without myself is I do not understand. How can I do without myself? You know, I? I personally. Podsekalnikov. Che-lo-age. Come to man philosophically. Darwin has proven to us in the language of dry numbers that people have a cell. For God's sake, don't interrupt me. Man is the cell. Languishing in the cage of the soul. I understand. You shoot, smash, shot by a cell, and then it flies from the soul. Crashes. Flies. Well, of course, flying and shouting: "Hosanna! Hosanna!" Then she calls God. Asks: "whose are You"? - "Poczekalnia". "You suffered?" "I have suffered". "Well, go well and I will dance". And the soul begins to dance and sing. (Sings.) "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace and good will toward men". I understand. Well, if the cell is empty? If there is no soul? What then? How then? How, in your opinion?

- Ah, not seen. So will see. You'll see what you see. <...> Come here. Have you noticed?
- No.
- What do you mean no? If unnoticed here, Mr. Podsekalnikov that I am very beautiful in person, come here to me, and you will see.<...> I can assure you. It's right for you spontaneously show up.

- About the afterlife the priest you ask. It's their specialty.
- How do you want to answer on religion or conscience?
- What's the difference?
- Co-Los-Sal-on-me. Or it is possible even for science to say.
- I correct, father.
- Religion - is. Science - no. And honestly - nobody knows.
Anyone? So don't even ask?
- And why do you ask? That eccentric. You yourself thirty minutes to learn.

- <...> Comrades, I want to eat. But more than that, I want to live.
- But let me... how to live?
- As you wish, but to live. When the chicken was beheaded, she runs around the yard with its head cut off, let the chicken, even with its head cut off only to live. Comrades, I don't want to die, neither for you nor for them neither for class nor for mankind, nor for Maria bieşu was. In life you can be my family, loved ones, loved ones. Even those closest to us. But in the face of death what can be closer, more beloved, relatives of his hands, his legs, his belly.