My Student Spirit Episode 5 English Subtitles
D: I've got a question left.
A: Dima, for the last time. Step 1: we arrive at the hospital, you show them Olezha's student card with your photo. Step 2: if they ask for a passport, you lost it.
Olya: And I'll say that I'm your sister and show my passport, if needed.
A: If we find Olezha's Medical history, that's a win. Understood?
D: I actually wanted to ask: can I...
A: *grunts* I'll have to distract them.
S: Well, Zvezdochkin, done running around?
Ooh, what's with this familiar smell of alcohol? What, drunk driving again?
A: And you were demoted to a traffic cop?
S: I was, indeed, uh-huh. Come with me, citizen, we need to talk.
A: Uncle Sem, I'll call dad. You want that?
S: Danny, you see this coincidence? We're just from his dad. *Laughs*
A: I got it, got it! Be more gentle!
S: *Hums as he gets into the car*
A: Can you turn up the music? I love this song.
S: Today everything's for you.
S: Come on... Agh! How does it- quieter...
D: Boss, 7 letters, what did the main character do in A Prisoner in the Caucasus?
Medical history data was transferred to "Archive"
L: Goddamn it, darn. Dush-nov?
Ol: We were observed in this hospital.
L: They made up some nonsense...
Ol: Maybe there's some glitch?
L: Don't scream. We'll make a new one in a moment.
Ol: But we needed that one!
L: If it's deleted then it's deleted... Young lady, let's be civilised.
Olya reaches out for the mouse
L: Now! I'll call security! Go away, goddamn it
D: *sign language* stay here.
A: Good afternoon- Ah. You really remind of someone! *shows her a picture of a white cat*
L: Heh, and you look like my Barsik.
A: What a sweetie. Tell me, can't you really find that card anywhere? Let this be our little secret *offers her candy* hm?
L: Well, it's in the archive.
L: But not everyone is allowed there. If you wait for my break...
A: Yeah, I... I'll be back in a moment.
Ol: So, what now? Dima was admitted already
— ... I'll go down and that's it, I'm not going to any archive.
— We worked the night shift first, right?
— And then to the archive.
— Yes, well, let... um... let Sanya go there, Sanya'll manage...
A: Basically, hornets are out of their nest.
A: Keep playing, I'll get everything! Distract the workers!
Doctor: Hey! Which group are you from?
A: Ah, um, I-I got lost, I'm actually from group 1, I need to go to the archive, I think.
D: Uh-huh. You need to go down with your group to get to the archive later.
A: Heheheh, yeah, of course! Thank you very much, heh! Should've also asked where's the— Oh!
Another doctor: And who's making a fuss there? Come here and help!
Now, where's my right hand? And where is... Who has the history? What, you didn't bring it?
A: Can I go get the history?
D: Oh, Ksushenka, go to the archive, hm? Honey, weigh this please
Art is defined by the audience. And if it's left dissatisfied, the author's intent doesn't have any point. The viewer that didn't get what they wanted from the author feels deceived...
Perception ≠ objective truth
Inside the idea of solipsism: (Saint Augustine Aurelius, Dekart, later Brunet, Berkley)
Objective truth=subjective truth
Perception=objective truth=subjective truth
...The author that didn't get support from the viewer gets disappointed in their skills. But in my opinion, art cannot be defined by the viewer — it's defined by-
D: Hah, you're alive! Splendid! Take a breather and come back or you'll miss everything interesting! *Laughs*
Even if they alone consider their work art, then it's true. An author is a creator. They by definition don't destroy but create. And I think you have to trust the creator to at least try to understand them.
O: ...In conclusion: "author is dead", but "glory to the author!"
Ol: Help me at least a little!
A: *shows them the history*
Semen: I swear! Get him and I'll spank him to the point his mother wouldn't recognise him!
A: Stay still. When did you manage to get drunk?
Ol: They injected him with something, he was distracting the hornets.
S: Everyone, listen! Open up! Look at them, huh!
(I won't translate the whole thing by now, just know that it describes the procedures performed to Olezha, his injuries and complications, that resuscitation failed, and on 19.06.2020 brain death was confirmed)
S: Open up, quick! We'll break it!
D: I... I don't get it. So, how was he killed?
A: He wasn't. It was an accident.
D: W-What? But the cops were hiding something! We need to interrogate the doctor or... well...
Ol: *takes the history and starts pacing*
S: So, now, is there some kind of a fire stand...
Ol: This is not mom's phone number...
Ol: The number is not mom's, that's someone else's!
D: Dude! Toha, what's wrong?!
*Door gets opened, the cops barge in*
O: No, not falling for that.
A: Is that you? You're real? I... died?
*Anton runs up to Olezha and hugs him*
*Olezha smiles and hugs him back*
*Anton starts getting dragged to the door*
O: Anton, I'm gone. I died a year ago. I have to go.
A: What will happen to you?
O: I'll... become someone new. Start everything from scratch. The Wheel of Samsara, you know?
A: Then I'll go with you.
O: Are you insane? You have a chance, there are people waiting for you there...
A: I don't want to go back.
You said that you can become different there, start everything anew. I'm... tired.
O: Anton. To become a different person you don't have to die. You are given a chance, please, don't throw it away. You'll regret it. I did. Please, live this life. It won't happen again. I believe in you.
*Olezha turns around and starts walking to the door to his next life*
*Anton grabs Olezha's hand*
O: What are you doing? Anton! Anton, let me go! Back off! L-let me go! Stop!
*They both fall to the door leading back to life*
E: Now. Right now, I'm bailing you out for the last time. Whatever you're doing here, stop it this instant.
Ol: Phew, good thing I lost the bet. Dima was so worried that I had to make a bet with him on whether you'll live.
Ol: why didn't you say that you're allergic to nuts?
A: I didn't know there were nuts.
Ol: Your eyes rolled back, you started foaming at the mouth you're all shuddering like-
*Anton and Olya look at Dima with confusion*
*Dima leaves the room and Olezha follows through the wall*
D: Damn, dude, where were you for so long?
O: Oh, that was insane! I missed you so much!
O: I'm saying, I missed you! You can't hear me?!
Ol: ...you're out, and I'm screaming at the cops: "We need to go to the hospital!" And the cops were so sca-
A: Wait a second, please, my head is buzzing for some reason...
*Dima and Olezha look at each other*
*Olezha looks back at Dima*
*Dima looks back at Olezha*
