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Savva!

Savva!

Or are you not Savva?

It's nobody's fault that you're instead

preparation for the entrance

walking with friends.

We warned. There was an agreement.

If he had done everything on time, he would have gone with us.

Where's the money?

There you for a month and a tutor.

Search yourself.

But just try to drink and eat for me.

Well, why are you silent?

Mother.

More happiness to stay at home alone,

I couldn't even imagine.

You heard?

Savva.

I trust you. You are no longer a boy.

Who?

All.

We went.

We are waiting for Venice.

Put on a T-shirt. Well, why are you walking half naked?

Yes, baby.

You won't do it - from the army I won't blurt out.

Dad, don't lie.

Well, everything. Forward.

So, let's get on the track.

Where?

Come on, come on, come on.

All.

It's time.

Everyone, come on baby. Stay in charge.

And who will I command?

Savva, you understand me.

Yes, dad.

Arividerchi.

How do you say goodbye in French?

Mom, that's it, that's enough. You are completely.

I hope I remember everything.

Yeah. Aurevuar.

The call doesn't work.

Knock.

Hello.

Savva?

Hello. Yes.

Come on in.

Your call is not working.

Again, how did you hear about me?

I found you on the site "Your tutor".

Come on in.

Come on in.

My name is Anna Germanovna.

- Tell me, Savva, are you an applicant? - Yes.

Usually I have

undergraduate students or those

who goes to graduate school.

Tell me, is there any the university where

foreign literature is a discipline

entrance test?

This is a Russian-French high school.

Three years here, two years in France.

Foreign literature is not part of the entrance exams.

Just guys who they study there, they told me,

that at the second or third interview

ask French literature.

And here I have a complete failure.

Oh good. I understand you.

What exactly would you like to bring up?

Well, in general...

Flaubert.

Balzac.

Hugo.

What did you read?

"Father Goriot"?

No.

"Rejected"?

"The Man Who Laughs"?

No.

"Madam Bovary"?

"Mistress Bovary"

True, I didn't read it. Seen the movie.

Seen the movie?

Yes. I love cinema very much.

And it's faster.

Do you love cinema?

No.

Good.

First, read Madame Bovary. Do you have a book?

No.

And write to the next meeting two-page text on the topic

Tragic Disillusionment would do.

Well? Let's finish for today.

What already?

Well, I just got here.

What are we going to talk about?

If you haven't read anything but just watched the movie.

Because it's faster.

I won't take money for today's lesson.

Hello Savva. You late.

Yes.

What's this?

Brought you to see.

You said you don't like movies.

But, suddenly, you will like it. This is a horror movie.

It's such a twisted plot.

"Cleft palate"?

Why should I watch it?

Well I do not know.

Well, it's adrenaline. All that.

Adrenalin?

It's clear. Come on in.

Did you write it yourself?

Yes.

This is very good, Savva.

Of course there is categorical judgment.

Even maximalism.

But it's all natural for teenage thinking.

The first thing that comes to mind unprepared reader,

is to blame Emma.

Read her image image of a vulgar, greedy...

And as you wrote...

Sweet woman?

- Well, you can... - I'm not a teenager.

Yes, I said it... It's not in a bad way.

I understand.

But, I'm not a teenager.

Who are you?

I am a young man.

For the modern young man

Emma's tragedy is not easy to understand.

There is condemnation in your text.

Do you think Flaubert denounced her?

I think yes.

And, for example, Charles Baudelaire admired Emma.

He said that the author endowed the heroine

all masculine qualities.

Imagination.

Energy for action.

By swiftness.

What do you think, Savva, what is Emma's mistake?

She is...

She wanted to live like in novels.

Yes.

In our time, literature has supplanted your favorite cinema.

And, instead of living like in novels,

I had to live like in the movies.

Of course, just like you said

Emma's mind is clouded romantic literature.

But all her actions are...

These are helpless efforts.

free yourself from the pressure of the prose of life.

From her grumpiness.

And she does it like...

How it feels.

As he understands.

How can.

There is this famous tired phrase of Flaubert:

Madame Bovary is me.

And maybe it was the answer to all the accusations

in an insult to morality, that fell on him

from all sides after the release of the novel.

Or maybe he's just like Emma

in his life aspired to a high ideal.

But the ideal in our everyday life is impossible.

He is not.

I want you to find by the next meeting

a detailed description of the portraits of Emma.

Emma's portrait changes to depending on the angle of view.

The one who looks at her.

We'll talk about this in the next lesson.

And let's go further.

Good.

Why don't you just throw them away?

What?

Flowers.

There is an unopened bud.

You just didn't notice him.

See you soon, Savva.

Are you on facebook?

No.

I'm not on facebook.

BUT.

You are probably on Odnoklassniki.

No. I'm nowhere.

Goodbye Savva.

Goodbye, Anna Germanovna.

Hey Gosha.

No, they didn't.

After three days.

I told you.

Well, you messed up again.

When they leave, I'll call. Yes.

Yes Yes.

All. Bye.

Well, that's great.

You, most importantly, photograph everything.

And the stories are still hard to understand.

Dad, listen.

Can you tell me how do you cook a steak?

Yes. I want to cook.

Yeah.

Now.

Yeah.

That's how?

And I immediately.

Yes, this is my first try.

Well I thought you could just

throw the meat in the pan and you'll be fine.

Yes, I found it. Yes.

Already had a couple of lessons.

Okay, thanks, dad. Hello mom.

All.

Bye.

Eh, what did you do?

All? Broke?

Hello Savva. Come on in.

I have a broken pipe.

There was a little drip.

I tried turning the faucet a little harder.

And how it flows.

I wanted to call a plumber.

But no one ever picks up the phone.

Weekends. Everything is paralyzed.

All.

I turned off the faucet.

Now there will be no water.

Need a plumber came and fixed everything.

- Good. - If you need water, it will go to the bathroom.

Good.

Thank you so much Savva.

You just saved me.

Is this your mom?

Sorry.

Something with my water didn't work out today.

This is the freest the shirt I found.

Yes, I can.

No, you don't have to.

Get dressed Savva.

It suits you.

Thank you.

Let `s start?

Yes.

So.

Description of Emma.

This is her portrait through the eyes of Charles.

When he saw her for the first time.

She had really beautiful eyes.

Brown.

They looked black from behind the eyelashes and looked

at us point-blank with some straightforward courage.

The girl's cheeks were pink.

Between two buttons her corsage was shoved,

like a man, tortoiseshell lorgnette.

This is evidence of her male the part I was talking about...

Baudelaire.

So. Good. Farther.

So.

This is Emma through the eyes of Leon.

Well it's not so much a description appearance, how much impression,

which she made for him.

Purely feminine properties absent in that form,

which he created for himself.

They no longer had any value for him.

In his mind, she is everything more off the ground.

And, just in apotheosis,

with divine ease lifted up into the sky.

And Rudolf.

Very cute.

He spoke to himself.

This doctor is very nice.

Pretty black teeth eyes, flirtatious leg.

And manners, like a Parisian.

Where the hell did she come from?

Good.

What do you think Savva?

Which of Emma's portraits is the most accurate?

I knew you would ask this question.

I don't think so.

Charles saw only which he had not seen before.

Hairstyle.

Gracefulness.

Leon saw only the subject of inspiration.

Well, that is, as if she's not human,

rather ideal for the dedication of poetry.

And Rudolf saw only the body.

I found another portrait.

Special.

And I think it's her portrait through the eyes of Flaubert.

She was beautiful in that unyielding definition of beauty

that feeds joy inspiration, success.

And which, in essence, is nothing else,

like harmony between temperament and life circumstances.

Lust, sorrow, experience, pleasure, forever young dreams.

All this was also necessary.

for her gradual spiritual growth,

how flowers need fertilizer, rain, wind and sun.

And now she suddenly opened up

in the fullness of his nature.

The slit of her eyes was like created for loving glances.

It seemed that in an experienced temptation the artist

arranged curls of hair at the back of her head.

And when a whim is a secret love let her hair down,

they fell carelessly in a heavy wave.

Emma's voice and movements softened.

And something piercing, but elusive

emanated even from the folds of her dress.

From the bend of her leg.

I don't think Flaubert can hate her.

Savva, I thought.

What is not for your preparation need such a deep analysis,

which we have dealt with.

But I'm interested.

And me.

Hello. Get ready. Taxi below.

Where?

And here we are.

Meet those who don't know.

This is my older sister Anya.

- Very nice. - Hello.

Anya is a literature teacher.

Stepa.

Come to Aunt Anya.

She has a present for you.

Happy birthday, Stepa.

Thank you.

Stepa, come on, hug. What are you, as non-native?

Anya.

Sit down to Pyotr Anatolyevich.

Anya.

- Petr Anatolievich. - Hello.

By the way, Pyotr Anatolievich very similar to our dad.

So strict. Real Siberian.

We are from Transbaikalia,

Our village is over 100 years old.

How good it is.

Yes, who's good?

It's not that kind of village.

where everyone knows each other.

Constant feasts suit.

There is no one on the street.

Everyone is sitting at their homes.

Cold, slushy.

We have dad German with mom Vera,

their kingdom of heaven,

sometimes they won't say a word to each other in a day.

It was so fun that Anya, when I finished school

immediately rushed to the city.

Well, after a few I followed her for years.

Stepka, happy birthday!

Foolish name.

Styopa, now old Russian names are in vogue.

So you are on trend.

All. I went to check hot.

Pyotr Anatolyevich, take care for Anna Germanovna.

By the way, Pyotr Anatolievich runs a furniture factory

and knows almost everything about furniture.

OK. Further themselves.

Marina told a lot about you.

But never said that you are so beautiful.

Oh thank you.

Well, let's.

For acquaintance.

What classes do you teach?

I don't work at a school.

I give private lessons.

Well, there...

I really love to read.

It succeeds, however, rarely.

But when I get it, I read avidly.

I have the whole collection James Hadley Chase.

Well, not all, of course. But there are a lot of books.

It's impossible to break away. Did you read?

No. But I know him.

Yes.

Literature is a great thing.

I do furniture.

But, I'm not all in it.

Although I love my job.

But I feel like I don't I can fully express myself.

Do you love the forest?

And I love the forest.

I have a cottage in a pine forest.

Well, it's just a fairy tale.

If you love the forest come to my cottage.

I invite. I have a quad bike there.

Adrenaline just rolls over. I will teach you.

Let's make a skewers.

Let's flood the bath.

And how can we go to the bathhouse separately?

Well, it's whatever you want.

I, you know, and so, and so I can.

They decided to catch me, right?

Pyotr Anatolyevich, are you married?

Was.

I divorced.

Did Marina tell you that I am a single woman?

Marina said that she has an adorable sister.

Said?

And you decided to call me on a date in the bath?

Anya.

Anya, come to the kitchen with me.

Anya, dear, what are you doing?

Who did you wrong,

what are you doing with people?

Well, couldn't you just talk to him?

Why did you hurt someone?

Marina, call me a taxi.

You think I'm wooing you, right?

Yes, it's too late to marry you.

Live as you wish.

15 minutes could not normally sit with family.

Are you not interested in how we live?

Do you want me to do kind of what I'm wondering?

Which clinic do you go to?

How is your health?

And what about Kostya at work?

Have you already bought autumn shoes?

Gotta get it now while it's on sale.

Anya, what are you making of yourself?

I'm not pretending to be anything, Marina.

I can't force be interested in yourself

which I'm not interested in.

I am not interested.

But if you want, I Of course I can pretend.

Petr Anatolievich.

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

I knocked. The door was not closed.

Sorry.

Probably, Lesha did not slam it to the end.

And you...

And you came 15 minutes early, Savva.

I told you about fixed time.

Lesha? Who is it?

Student.

Do you have any other students?

Well, of course.

Have a seat.

Well, what. Balzac?

Very boring this "Father Goriot" of yours.

And his Bovary is vulgar, greedy and a voluptuous provincial.

Do you have anyone else right now?

No.

You are the last one.

Here is your disk.

I looked it up anyway.

Well, how do you like it?

Nonsense. I understand. It was a joke.

But maybe it was a little scary?

A little.

It is for you.

Your last bud has withered. I have seen.

Savva.

It was completely unnecessary.

There was no need to buy flowers.

I know.

I bought them for myself.

Why for yourself?

I wanted it to smell like yours.

Flowers stood next to my bed.

You can not keep lilies near the bed. You can get burned.

Savva, what kind of nonsense is this?

Never bring flowers again.

Say it again.

What?

My name.

Savva.

More.

Savva.

Say kiss me, Savva.

Kiss me Savva.

Hello.

Yep, they left.

Yes, literally yesterday.

Well, I've been busy. I getting ready for the entrance.

Yes, we'll arrange it. Yes.

No, not wet.

Everything is fine.

On the weekend.

I don't know, I didn't go.

Yes, call, call.

There's chicken in the oven for you.

I also baked pancakes for you.

They are on the table. I covered them with a towel

so they don't get cold. You've seen?

If you want, then...

Hello.

I found you another tutor.

This is a very good tutor.

Even more qualified than me.

I really don't know how much you need

high qualification for training.

But, nevertheless, this is a plus.

She has just freed up some time.

She can work with you.

What is Savva?

Get dressed.

Get dressed.

Open your eyes.

Good.

I agree to another tutor.

Sorry.

Probably too early for jokes.

Class.

Such a beauty.

I am telling the truth.

Is always?

Yeah.

Sorry.

Thank you.

This miracle came from my mother.

I can't throw it away.

- Hello. - Hello.

My name is Dima.

I'm moving to your front door. So let's be neighbors.

Very nice.

And me.

Someday I'll visit you for salt, for sugar.

I live in apartment 67.

What is yours?

Works in our house 24 hour grocery store.

Goodbye.

Listen, well, all the time some kind of lethargic.

Well, he doesn't know what he wants.

As soon as I write to him like this,

he answers me right away.

Sorry I couldn't answer you.

Why write at all then?

A motorcycle is, of course, a cool technique.

So no one needs a scooter?

No. I'm more into bikes.

By the way, the bike parade is coming soon.

Who goes?

I definitely will.

And Vadik will be in a motorcycle school.

Savva, why are you so rotten?

You yourself are dumb. Of course I will.

They are looking at you here.

Who?

Right behind me.

Just look carefully.

Don't move.

For the end and the beginning of a new one.

So, choir to bunch up. We play "I've never...".

Let's. Behind me.

We listen to you carefully.

I have never played football.

I have never dyed my eyelashes.

- Clear. But I did paint.

New Year!

So. Stop doing this nonsense.

I have never had sex at home.

So.

Well, how about...

- O. - O!

So. OK.

I never finished a quarter to one five.

Fives! What fives? You have only three.

Pyaterochnitsa.

I never got a deuce for a chemistry test.

Well, of course. You are an excellent student.

Oh, you bastard.

I remembered.

I never...

I never did sex with an excellent student.

Oh everything.

Smoke break.

Hello.

Hello.

I thought you weren't coming today.

It was a nice walk?

Let me feed you.

Smurnaya.

My head hurts?

Anya.

Please sit down.

I got drunk yesterday.

I don't remember everything well.

I slept with my classmate.

It somehow..

Somehow it just happened.

Does your head hurt?

Did you hear what I said?

I heard.

Well, come on, anyway, let's take a pill.

I don't understand you.

What were you waiting for yourself?

You wanted me...

Screaming and crying?

For me to rush around the room in hysterics?

And, on top of everything else,

broke a vase against the wall?

Savva, you are a young, handsome guy.

And he should meet with the same.

Young, beautiful.

Carefree girls.

This is good.

Let it all end well now.

You told me the truth.

I am very grateful to you for this.

Hear from a man the truth is almost impossible.

What is her name?

Marianne.

Beautiful name.

Have a drink.

Have a drink.

Well.

Well, what would you like me to do?

That's what.

Hello Savva.

Hello, Natalya Sergeevna.

- Hi. - Hi.

I'm not here by accident. I'm waiting for you.

I left something in your room.

I want to pick up.

What?

Let's go to.

How can this be lost?

But I didn't lose.

I left.

So that you can return later.

Silly, right?

Well no.

Listen, someone told me

that your attic is not locked?

Shall we go to the roof?

Yes, I'd love to.

But I have an exam soon.

We must prepare.

OK.

Listen.

If you are because of what was

it is not necessary.

I broke up with my boyfriend.

And I wanted to feel better.

Yes, and I like you for a long time.

But I'm not going to drag you down the aisle.

I don't need anything right now.

It was and it was.

Deal?

Deal.

Savva.

Poor girls.

Let's be friends.

Let's.

And from time to time if we want to have sex.

I was joking.

BUT.

Although I wasn't joking.

Yes, I joked.

- Bye. - Bye.

Come on. Open.

I decided we all make it.

Today it would be possible to postpone the lesson.

Let's go to.

Savva.

There are people here. They see us.

Why are you afraid of being seen?

Because this is not right.

A black liquid leaked from her mouth.

What?

At Emma.

She was dressed in a wedding dress.

The maids wanted to fix her head.

Touched.

A black liquid leaked out of her mouth.

Hello.

You wanted to tell me about the call?

I will definitely fix it.

Savva?

Wow.

Hello.

And, really, wow.

And what are you doing here?

I took my sister to the choir.

And what are you doing here?

Went to a friend.

Apparently, to a familiar goose?

Savva, let's go!

Savva!

- Bye. - Bye.

Listen. You laughed so hard.

It's like I've never heard anything funnier in my life.

Maybe because it was really funny?

Maybe you were funny

but why did you laugh so unnaturally?

Cool, but really funny.

Marianne.

Tell me how is he?

What how?

Leave me alone.

Tell. Interesting.

Okay, don't. Then ask. Then I'll tell you everything.

This time I have no excuses.

Are you alright?

Goodbye.

Thanks for the book.

I think I left it on the table.

Do you have classes?

Didn't know they were this late.

Thanks again for...

Joyce.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

Who was that?

Go home.

If you said that come, I would meet.

Everyone went, I couldn't stop.

Are you trying to explain?

This is noble.

But to force the girl wait for yourself near the entrance -

it's kind of ugly.

Not masculine.

What?

Did you want it to be like this?

Stay there.

Tricked me.

And how did you agree?

That she will wait for you?

And then you go for a walk?

Marianne...

She happened to be here.

Made me a woman in years.

But, this is what I am.

How then to look on yourself from the side?

With your eyes

Here's how.

Table.

He was not standing here.

Stay there.

Curtains.

Laugh at me with friends.

Telling how you worked out well for me.

- It's a dream... - Anya.

Every mature boy.

Anya.

- Only here quite inexperienced. - Anya.

- A young man. - Anya.

You are a boy.

A little boy.

Savva!

Go home!

Lost two cities forever.

Two cities.

O.

You feels bad?

I'll bring water.

Savva.

I...

I'll go home.

Hey.

Thank God, at home.

Is this friend of ours not at home?

I'll give it to him, not at home.

Savva!

Savva!

O.

What about the exam next week?

Yes.

Savva, but you can talk normally,

or all through the lip? What the heck?

It's all right, mom.

Thank you mom.

The dumplings turned out great.

Did you sculpt yourself?

Herself, son, herself.

In airplane.

Sculpted and thought.

We will arrive, our Savvushka is hungry.

Save, leave it.

I'll wash the dishes myself.

No. It's there.

Where to go?

You're screaming at me from another room. Do you think I see?

Yes, you put everything new on the bed for now.

And what's in the blue bag - immediately in the wash.

Good.

I'm still wearing this.

Tolya, you wore that shirt all the time.

And you're still here.

To the laundry.

What is it with us?

BUT.

Son.

Kosyna son, guess what we brought you?

What kind of gift is that? Well?

Well, what can you bring from Venice?

What kind of originality?

Correctly.

mask.

Well, just Mercutio.

What a pity that you are Horatio.

Savva, what's wrong with you?

Lyuba. This is where everything leaked out.

What? Where?

I don't teach anymore.

It is never possible to describe a dream to the end.

There is always something beyond words.

As if in real life these words -

it's too poor a tool, to describe all these feelings

and sensations that we experience in a dream.

And it turns out that between dream and reality is

not just borders.

Here you are sleeping, and here you are awake.

Namely, the inability to transfer dream impressions in real life.

Because in a dream others feelings and other definitions

have different laws.

which us in real life is completely unknown.

Very interesting, I said. Yes?

Now you have to say Masha, delete my phone number

and never call me again.

Well no. I understand you very well.

I sometimes take so long to wake up from sleep.

There was something so powerful.

Something I haven't experienced in real life.

And it's very confusing.

Because you wake up something already lived in a dream,

and there you perceive everything as truth.

But in real life

you do not find similarities to this lived.

And it's so confusing.

Yes, you are a bore.

Here you are, Masha.

I won't have anyone at home today.

Come.

Come on, I'll call.

Come.

I would be glad.

I'll call.

Anya!