Sofia Residents in Excess

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I know why you kept postponing the wedding.

And why recently you're a bit

cold towards me.

I know about Andrey.

I don't want you to lie to me. That's why I won't ask anything.

I don't care what happened.

Whatever it was... I forgive you.

I love you.

Lift his leg!

Careful! - I'm not doing anything.

I'm sorry, Yovka, but it hurts exactly where you're holding me.

I'm sorry.

Move over there!

Hey, bro?

Why did you run away?

If they had beaten me too, who would have taken care of you now?!

Are you sure you know what you're doing?

Listen, one cannot become a proper doctor

unless at least 2-3 people die in his hands.

Very funny!

Hold from this side!

Why did these idiots attack me?

It's like that in here.

If you don't run away, you get beaten up.

They looked like they know you.

Or you see them for the first time in your life? - Yes.

Yovka, bring a bag of ice! - Yes.

Let's see.

Bro... - Move a bit!

They kicked you hard.

We have to make an X-ray to see if there's anything fractured.

Bro?

I'm getting out of here.

I'm leaving.

What about Maria?

We broke up.

Finally!

Listen, it's better this way.

You were going to waste an opportunity for some lassie.

Chunky, we have no ice. How about we put steaks?

Well, go ahead. - OK.

Careful!

If our neighbor Rangel sees you right now, he'll eat you alive.

Bro, do you believe this grandma's healing will work?

It doesn't matter if the doctor believes it.

The patient has to believe it.

Are these boxers branded?

What?!

Galabina?

Massage me a bit,

because I'm all stiff.

In the legs.

Galabina?

I'm reading. - And stop this fan!

Tomorrow I'll be even stiffer.

Come on, massage me! All my muscles are sore.

Oh, not like that! Hit it like you're hitting steaks.

So why are your muscles sore?

You know I'm running around the whole day.

Fines, audits, protocols...

Rangel...

Why don't you take me anywhere? I'm spending all my days in the kitchen.

Do you remember the last present you gave me?

I do.

The wedding ring.

Lyubo Neykov | Albena Pavlova

Stoyanka Mutafova

Vasil Draganov

Krustyu Lafazanov | Silvia Lulcheva

Mina Markova

Eva Tepavicharova | Ruslan Muynov

Nencho Ilchev

Hristo Gurbov

Ivan Yurukov | Violeta Markovska | Ivan Panayotov

TOO MANY SOFIANS

Yova?

Are you sure you saw the statue in the priest's wine tub?

Yes, I'm sure.

What were you doing there at that time?

You didn't come to our anniversary celebration.

You didn't pick up the phone.

I went there to light a candle. For you.

Yes, but what were you doing in the basement?

Just a female intuition, Chunky.

I'm going. - Where are you going now?

To get my statue. - I went to see a gynecologist.

Why?

Don't you think that

it's finally time we have a baby?

Why? - What do you mean "why"?!

Is now the best moment to talk about this?

It's never a good moment for you: neither to talk about this,

nor to do it.

Oh, Misho!

Hi! - Hello!

You still haven't celebrated your new job.

Ani?

Bring him a big rakia. And a coffee for me.

It's on me.

Misho, I'm very happy. I was so tired when driving the shuttle.

Whereas now it's great. And the money is super.

You can't celebrate with one drink. You only start with one.

Give him one more!

You know, I saw the God of Wine.

Where did you see him? - Ah, no, I mean...

The statue of the God of Wine.

With golden hair and a...

golden spout.

Where did you see this statue? - Why are you asking?

I'll buy you one more. - Why would you?

Because you're my friend. - The waitress is my friend too, but she still wants me to pay.

You already have 28,80 levs on your account.

I'll give you 30 levs if you tell me

where you saw the God of Wine.

First you tell, and then you take it.

In Grisha's basement. In a wine tub.

Hi, Galabina!

Hi, Plamen! Come in.

I am nearly finished.

So, it survived?

Well, this is not the best soil...

But it started growing. It's going to be a strong tree.

Let's go jogging! I've been warming up since the morning.

I don't feel like jogging.

I want to leave home.

Go some place.

But not in Izvor. - What about Rangel?

Who will cook for him? - He can ask the Secretary to come cook for him.

He will be looking for you.

He won't be home the whole day.

Let's go some place far.

On the other side of the lake.

I can take you to lunch.

Could you? - I could. Could you?

I could.

Could you be ready at 1 PM? I could come and pick you up.

Yes, I can.

Could you also...

stop on the corner, behind uncle Tenyo's house? - On the corner?

I can.

The change! Hey, you fagot!

You are late. We were worried.

How was your trip? - Terrible! What are these people?!

Smoking in the car, swearing...

Not even showering. - That's the worst.

Yes. Totally no behavior!

It's cool here and very pleasant. You'll see.

We've been waiting for you for a while. Please, take a sit.

Thank you.

Please, sit down. Would you like a cup of coffee?

Oh, no, no. I've already had 6 cups of coffee.

I will explode.

It's very nice here. A bit of...

communistic post-modernism.

You know, I've been thinking a lot

about what exactly I would like to sculpt.

And I decided

that it has to be

exquisite.

What is this? He looks like...

you.

This is inspired by the classical ideal:

Kalos Kai Agathos.

Beautiful in body and soul.

Very beautiful, but no one will recognize who that is.

Look, the idea is

to bring forth the plastic potential of the bust,

while eliminating the unnecessary details,

such as wrinkles, bags under the eyes...

Yes, but you also eliminated the masculinity.

Could we look at something different?

The second proposal applies the achievements in Cubism.

But... his head is cubic!

No way! - He'll get offended.

Look, this is art

and not Naturalism.

This, in fact, is a stylistic esquisse,

which resembles very much the statues from the

Easter Islands, which by the way are one of the world's wonders.

The Prime Minister is not a miracle, he's a person.

And this looks like nothing at all.

OK, then let's embrace

the abstraction of Surrealism.

What do you think? Or better yet, the ideas of

Tachisme.

What is this Tachisme? - What?! You haven't heard of it?

Jean Dubuffet, Pierre Soulages.

A movement in art.

It comes from the French word:

tache - a stain.

Mr. Jean-Pierre,

Zheko,

what we have requested is extremely serious.

And you... are tachism-ing us! - Stop it, please.

Hi, can we talk for a bit? - Yes, what's up?

Are you angry at me for something? - No, why?

Well, we haven't talked recently.

You've changed somehow.