The Barber of Siberia (Sibirskiy tsiryulnik)

THE BARBER OF SIBERIA

July 3, 1905.

Dear Andrew,

you approach a new period of your life.

The path you have chosen

will strain

your sense of responsibility and duty.

I ask you all your attention.

I think...

you are old enough to share secret

what happened to your mother, there many years.

Rest!

Are cut, cut!

Do not be afraid!

It is short enough.

Who occupies that bed? It 's disgusting!

Who authorized you to pin the chicks?

Who posted that?

This is Mozart.

Who?

Mozart, sergeant.

Mozart! Get out of line!

He died, Sgt.

Is he dead? When?

Company

your ranks!

Is he dead?

Why it was not reported to me?

Why?

I do not know!

Why do not tell me anything?

I still do not know anyone!

Mozart is a great composer.

It is long since dead.

On the practice field!

Your Ranks in two minutes!

With all your battle rattle mask included!

At the double!

And make it snappy!

You thought I did not know

was Mozart!

You 're talking about!

I do not give a shit about Mozart!

You, again:

''Fuck Mozart.''

Fuck Mozart Sergeant!

You can take off your mask.

To remove the dirt masks you repeat:

''I do not give a shit about Mozart!''

Perfect! Remove.

Pretty cut. But I can not hear you.

I can not say that. Mozart is a great composer.

So girls, it stands up to O'Leary Jackal?

We'll see who wins that game...

It's not my fault if it is a great composer.

The story I want to tell you

begins before your birth.

Your mother had left Chicago To go to Russia.

She was on a train to Moscow which required a delicate matter.

Company car!

First section, the first car!

This is a first-class carriage captain.

- Which one? - That one.

So keep it well.

Buns! Buy rolls!

Hurry! Andrei! Quick!

First class! What exotic smell!

I bet a compartment is empty.

It is complicated.

Come gentlemen!

Come back! Where are you?

Excuse me...

Forgiveness.

Where are they gone?

What are you doing here?

Thank you.

Security.

Bodyguards.

On the elite!

It asked us to...

There is a fool in the process.

Cutter heads!

- A terrorist. - His accomplice is black!

I saw it!

Really?

A dwarf African prince.

This is a blanket.

- It attacks foreign... - Traveling alone.

Widows?

Especially widows!

This is terrible! But I have a secret weapon.

Really?

Let's see.

Excuse us. Cadet Tolstoy, keep ma'am.

You will be well guarded.

Idiots.

I do not want to disturb you.

I'm younger.

The Grand Duke sponsors our military school.

Sit.

I am an officer.

What is it?

They are...

Boubliki.

It looks good.

- Can I? - Of course.

Forgiveness.

Me: Andrei Tolstoy...

to serve you.

No, sorry. No report.

Jane...

Callaghan.

- You've read Anna Karenina? - Not everything.

Forgiveness.

Forgiveness. I'll fix it.

Do not worry...

If repair it.

I do not want to woman!

Why is it to sing?

Ecstasy.

Why they bolted? The Russians do not like opera?

On the contrary.

We have an amateur troupe.

The Grand Duke also sings?

No, but he attends shows.

It's lovely. You sing?

Yes. We repeat Mozart. '' The Marriage of Figaro''.

You sing what role?

Figaro, the barber of Seville.

Sing me something.

- There? - Please!

Immediately?

We should have stayed.

Who went first?

Me... but you left too.

We've been having.

It could be the first with Tolstoy.

Would you like a flute

champagne?

A Mozart!

You do not have any trouble?

Not at all!

Please, Captain...

A... Anna Karenina.

Forgiveness.

What is a boublik when we ate?

The hole.

It is the hole!

This is a joke.

I feel it is poised serious there!

Do not overdo it, This is not war!

- What happens? - All is well.

I will repair.

I'm in the military school to the pride of my mother.

My mom. She is an actress.

She is beautiful, huh?

It's your fault!

Forgiveness.

It is the champagne?

Enter!

My Captain!

What?

A little champagne?

Standing!

Forward march!

It rises to speak to a superior!

Excuse me ma'am.

Get out of here!

It was a pleasure

to make your acquaintance.

Mr. younger too the military school.

The Imperial Military Academy!

Our apologies.

Welcome to Russia.

Your mother thought a woman of experience,

informed practices in the world.

But nothing had prepared to Russia.

She knew there was a tsar caviar, vodka, bears

and somewhere in Moscow a Grand Duke that interested

for some case...

Calm down Douglas!

No money, no machine!

I was sent.

Without getting me credit!

Calm down!

Jane is my last hope. My machine...

Jane will find me money.

- If it happens! - Father!

my luggage are in the third compartment.

Father...

as you 've aged!

Me?

You are?

Kopnovski.

M.Kopnovski, there are six trunks.

Six!

Six trunks!

How is your husband Harry?

Larry.

He's dead!