Готовый перевод Устрой себе праздник / Ustroy sebe prazdnik: Устрой себе праздник

Sometimes it's hard to believe that such concepts as the wheel, property, government, evolution, universe, superman, collider - to hell with it - sexual revolution and marijuana on prescription - all these are invented by me.

But it's even harder to accept that art for money, love of convenience, the war for oil - to hell with it - even death as an end of all this - are also invented by me- your brain. Pleased to meet you.

Brain's work.

Society tells us: I am your friend. Break your ass for me and in return I will give thee well, a very comfortable chair. What it doesn't say, is why i need it in that case.

How it comes that nobody ever listens to me.
Here is a new song I've written today.

If you were with me,
I would jump out of the chest
And light up this world at night.

You put me on the meat
You broke me on the floor
Your love makes the march,
And I sing you my rock-n-roll

It is the heart, if not crying, it sings.
But all the same as crying.

They are brothers Lungs.
The lung that's black of smoke is Beloboba.
A cachectic one is hashish.

Liver.

Thyroid gland.
- You will all burn in hell!

Phallus

I'm the master of the human body.
And all the wishes that grasp you
are carefully censored by me.

Thoughts are constantly coming to me.
And what I have to do is to filter them.
To filter following the public opinion and adopted code of laws.

Ideas.

They come to me rarely.
These products are illegal, and I have never seen their suppliers.
But if not for ideas, I would cast this fucking job.

Society tells me: "Rest peacefully, but only on this very comfortable chair I gave to you"

- Haven't I told you not to curse until you've smoked.
No praise unitl you've left.

Cockroach.

- You've come for me?

Just listen to your heart, my dear:
Heart's music is not bad at all.
Some day the death will dry your tears.
I know you have deathless soul.

- What's wrong with your face?
Inspector Cockroach.

What's all this mess? The dirt, the stench, the smoke, the mold!
No place to lie down! What's this?

I see, here you have a violation upon the violation.

- Point is, that I wanted to tell you...

- Good armchair, yes, normal.

By the way, I will probably stay here for a while. Well, for time being.
Maybe till your die.

Interesting. Innovative, but utopian.

- This is not mine.

- It is brothers Lungs. I know them. It is high time to cut the oxygen.

Listen to me, Brain. We have some troubles.

- I was framed.

- No, it's not that. I'm talking about one of your subordinates, the heart.

- What about him? Is he broken?

- No, why? He fell in love. He sings his stupid songs thus throwing out body functioning into disorder.

- But no one listens to it.

- I implore you. Let's go to the eyes. Let's open them and you'll see for yourself.

- I'm telling you, that's not true. I've got everything under control.

- How do you like it? That's low, vulgar and revolting!

The heart has composed the music for her.

Society tells us: "Do the same thing everybody does, do it better, but not in a different way."

For example Lungs, they need to breathe, but don't look for alternative ways of learning.

The heart must beat, beat, not sing.

It seems like the only Phallus's head works well.

Or may be it's not a head?

Well, get rid of this infection. You can do it.

Or we'll get rid of you. We can do it.

The challenge for the brain.

- I'm so glad you called for me. I wanted to come, show you my new song.

Listen,wait a second, ok? Give me your guitar. For a while. We have.. inspections here...

- Oh! Such a nice man. He listened all of my songs. He liked them. Also he said that I have a great future.

- He realy said that?

- No, he was talking with poems ... How was that?

- Look, maybe we can get you a tour? What do you think of it? Well?

Tickets, banners, fans. Yes?

Hashish will draw posters. You can count on it.

I see you like it. May be you want us to make such concerts every day?

Also we could make a single.

Hey, we can make it right now! Do you want to?

Everyone will hear you.

Everyone. Even she.

So, we have a deal?

Yep.

- It's all arranged. Just no songs about love.

- What?

- No songs about love.

- And what if about unhappy love?

- But I don't have other songs.

- You see, in times like this

- You have to sing about things, that excite people:

about cheap vacation or future plans.

- No, I can't do this. I can't sing about such rubbish.

I don't even know what's it like. No, it's completely impossible.

- Realy? What's about that ballerina? Do you like her? Do you?

- And this song is the best of all songs you had written before?

- Everyting is because of her. Right.

- Remember if you want her to stay you shouldn't sing of love.

I don't understand

Just imagine that you're not in love with her. That is all.

If you don't your inspector that promised you great future,

will get rid of you, your love and me

- Fine. You all live as you should, but I live as i want, and i'm not afraid of it.

- But I'm afraid.

- Society tells us:"Don't take another man's place, if you don't have poweful connections"

You acted like a professional. Congratulations.

- Suddenly.

- Sosiety says: "Live right - die old"

- Fuck it!

- Cockroach visited. Gave me this. Said to knock. Said that I've a great future.

- Take it. It's for you. It's the last one. There's no more.

The explosion of the brain.

Make yourself a holiday.

film by Larisa Kanterman

Ready? Action.

Cast & Crew:

Brain - Artur Litvinov
Heart - Boris Dragilev
Cockroach - Yegor Skriabin
Beloboba - Seraphim Makangila
Hashish - Andrew Postylyakov
Liver - Paul Klyucharev
Thyroid - Luba Kamneva
Phallus - Ivan Arkhipov
Ballerina - Polina Artemyeva

Director, editor - Larisa Kanterman
Cameraman - Sergey Maksimov
Dubbing director - Paul Klyucharev
Make-up artist - Vera Zimina
Assistants - Katia Odintsova, Maxim Filaretov

Thanks to

Andrey Sosin
Sasha
Nikita Shalaginov
Alsu Ahmetshina

Saint-Petersburg State University
of Culture and Arts
Faculty of Arts
Department of movie, photo and video art
Directing Workshop of
Bartenev E. and A. Gusev

Open your eyes, look within. Are you satisfied with the life you're living?
Bob Marley.

Kidneys. Liver. Stomach. Heart. Lungs.
Brain center.

The hemp production uses in lots of industry branches.

The nark was no ravings. It is a whole separated reality.
So my colleague Gashish and I appeal to legalise hemp and other nature gifts.
We developed the plan to make this dream come true.
The way is to popularize with the help of authority people.
Brain! Would you like some?

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