A few years ago I popped into London

As my Silver Surfer magazine had arrived

Storms had been forecast for the day

And as I walked along Oxford Street

The summer skies broke violently

So I sought shelter in a nearby cinema

An obscure Russian movie was being shown

It was set deep in the interior during unhappy times

And was about a poor farmer and his dying farm

He had lost his wife but with the help of his daughters

Shared many of the monotonous day to day tasks

Towards the end of the movie both women take a swim

Unaware that they are being watched by an armed bandit

He is watching the younger of the two women

Who panics when she realises that that they are not alone

She swims rapidly toward the tall grasses seeking cover

Upon seeing this her elder sister also retires from the lake

And stands naked in the shallows daring the bandit

To lay down his weapon and join her in the lake

Initially her request is refused but slowly the bandit

Removes his boots and walks towards the waters edge

In an instant he is cut down with bullets from his own gun

The camera pans slowly towards the younger sister

Who is seen half hidden in the undergrowth laughing hysterically

I should not have liked this movie as I dislike violence

And prefer to share the adventures of the Silver Surfer

Yet I found myself in this small and modest cinema

Rather liking the violent simplicity of this unusual movie