All language subtitles for Dva dnya.en

Can we place the generator here?

How many entrances are there to the park?

Three, I asked.

And if I get a dolly here?
Will they let us?

I don't think so.

Yes, they will.

I've already arranged it with the manager.

Think about where you'll place the camera
and not the generator.

Don't you worry, we have a great crew.

Anna Mikhalkova is to play Akulina.

Akulina is in your film?

Of course, their whole love story.

The noble writer
and a servant peasant girl.

And who will play Sofia Dorn?

We have no Sofia.

Sofia's letters will be read
as an offscreen commentary.

Are you going to make a film
about Shcheglovitov without Sofia?

She's the love of his life.

He saw her for only two days,
but he lived with Akulina for 20 years

and had three children with her.

I think that's a case.

Do you really need to draw attention
to that story?

Do you need to wash
dirty laundry in public?

You can't make films
without that nowadays?

You mean children are dirty laundry?

Nadezhda, take it easy.

The fact that he recognized them

and gave them a proper education
means nothing?

There would have been no novel
Two Days without Sofia.

And there would have been no
Fisherman's Memoirs without Akulina.

And his best short story,
Under the Steppe,

describes their meeting with Akulina.

Don't you worry, Masha.

We're making
a lyrical art film for the festival.

If it hadn't been for his relationship
with Sofia Dorn,

Shcheglovitov wouldn't have
become a writer at all.

There would have been other relationships
with Tatiana or Natalya, or someone else.

Akulina was his muse, don't you see?

Hello.

- Good afternoon.
- Hello.

We use advanced agricultural technologies,
that is why the yield is so good.

I see my mission as the region's
future self-sufficiency in terms of grain.

Shall we go?

Goodbye.

Our guest today…

We'll approve the loans
to small-scale businesses,

in rural areas mainly.

Once again, please. Start with "junior…"

…to junior sportsmen.

And we'll resolve this problem completely.

Where is he taking us now?

To the memorial estate
of Peter Shcheglovitov, the writer.

The author of Fisherman's Memoirs?

Yes, the project in question.

I see.

Will they at least give us
something to eat?

That was the period
when Peter Shcheglovitov

wrote to his friend Turgenev.

"Dear friend, I'm lonely as never before.

But this loneliness gives me
the push to write."

Let's go to the next room.

We'll move the authentic things
to the writer's regional museum.

And the furniture from art foundations
will be restored

and used in the main building's interior.

We are planning to build
Swiss chalet-style cottages

down there in the park.

It'll be no worse
than the Konstantin Palace.

Shcheglovitov seemed to reverse
his own destiny.

It was here within these walls
that he wrote

the most touching pages
of his principal creation, Two Days,

which is based on his tragic love story

with Sofia Dorn.

It's painful to see this inefficiency.

Ten hectares of forest,
a pond and the unique landscape

are a heavy load on the regional budget.

While we are drastically short of funds…

…he went into depression.

Is anybody listening?

I'm not going to take part
in this show any longer.

Let Vladimir do it.

It doesn't make any sense to me.

Where is the manager?

Dear friends!

We're very happy to see such
renowned guests in our museum.

- Illin, the manager.
- My pleasure.

Vladimir, will you stop this circus?

What circus, Sergey?

This is the situation
with culture in this region.

Don't worry.
My colleagues and I are used to it.

We feel more comfortable like this.

Now, Pyotr, we're going to show you
our modest household.

Come on.

Actually, we can see it for ourselves.

No, I'm really interested.

The harmonium is falling apart.

I've already written to Moscow.

And this is the humble refuge
of our researchers.

What are you doing? Vladimir! Larisa!

Get up now, you guys.

Larisa, aren't you ashamed?

You sure are heavy, Larisa.

I won't get up. It's the manager's orders.

Vladimir, what is the meaning of this?

Masha, you may continue with your work.

Please, shut the door.

Let's go and see the restoration workshop.

Are you nuts? What task force?

Okay, I'm coming to show them all.

Arkady, please show Pyotr
what this object initially was.

Get up, will you? I'm totally convinced.

No, don't you worry,
we're quite comfortable.

Viktor, sir…

Don't use "sir," please.

You know, I have to leave for 40 minutes.

There's a small problem
that needs to be resolved.

Please keep everything under control here.

I see you're quite trustworthy.

Are they going to give us any food?

What's this?

Rabbits, I beg your pardon.

Rabbits?

Vladimir, I'm leaving
our guest in your care,

so stop this buffoonery
and receive him as you should.

Pyotr, I'll be back in half an hour.

You can have some dinner
and visit the park,

taking into account
the things we've discussed.

Has something happened?

No, everything's okay. I'm so sorry.

Pyotr, please rescue us from this pig.

Masha, if there is the smallest chance
that this guy will help us,

I'm prepared not only to lay
the table for him

and crawl on my knees,
but also dance naked before him.

And you go to my office.

There's a pot of pickled cucumbers
on the window sill.

But don't bring it as it is.

Put a basket under the table,
put the pot in it and bring it.

Why can't I get the pot as it is,
without the basket?

No, you can't, Masha.

You're sure to break it
without the basket.

Katya, get the plates.

He wasn't just a fisherman,
he was a horse person.

Besides, he kept the famous kennels.

I had a dream to reconstruct the kennels

to stage hunting with hounds here, but…

By the way, staged hunting with hounds
can make you good money.

Foreign tourists love it.

- What stops you from doing it?
- What stops me?

Why, you!

Your ministry forbids
any secondary activity to museums.

We can't even open a café here.

Excuse me.

As far as the café is concerned…

Pyotr's body lacks some enzymes,

hence he has some stomach problems.

Lida, you're right on time.

Look, what if we celebrate
our wedding here on the estate?

It's unbelievably beautiful here.
Ponds, stables, a manor house.

We'll even get a picturesque
local priest if we want.

So they're willing to fly to the Maldives

but couldn't possibly travel
400 kilometers from Moscow.

Okay, I'm coming tomorrow.
I'll call you back.

- Can I help you?
- Will you carry it with a flasher?

I'll show them strikes.

They'll know me, those bastards.

I'll show them what democracy is.

They'll see what it means
to blackmail Begletsov.

Motherfuckers.

I've got a stalemate here, you know?

All of them have just gone crazy.
I'm even escorted to the toilet.

Not escorted, but accompanied.

Shut up, Kharkevich!

Do you realize
that there's a vice minister

waiting for me in the suburbs?

Get your vice minister here,

let him come and resolve the situation
at the government level.

You're sick, Kharkevich.

You know it's extremism to lock up
the governor and his assistants?

You're holding us hostage.
Guys, you'll all go to jail.

Nickel-iron alloy?

- How many letters?
- Five, beginning with "I."

Invar.

Please have some mushrooms.

I've picked and pickled them myself.

And some eggplant, too.

Here, Katya's creation.
They're extraordinary.

Larisa is exaggerating.

They are quite common eggplants.

Katya is so modest.

You know, Pyotr,
it's such a pleasure to entertain you.

I can always judge a man
by the way he eats.

I've seen quite a lot of superiors.

You're not in the least like them.

Your looks are so refined.

You're a person
of the most civilized level.

Do you agree, Vladimir?

As far as looks are concerned,
women are the experts.

But in general,

it's the first time
that I've seen a federal functionary

with such a keen insight
of cultural problems.

Pyotr doesn't talk much,
but every word he says

testifies to a sharp wit and intellect
that is rare nowadays.

Thank you!

Let's drink to it.

Yes, we traditionally drink the first one

to Peter Shcheglovitov.

But today, I think everyone would agree

to drink to his namesake, Pyotr Drozdov.

Dear Pyotr, this museum is our life…

and they are trying to take it away.

Hopefully, with people like you
in our government,

this isn't going to happen.

I'm drinking to you, Pyotr!

Thank you, but I don't drink.

Neither do I.

You may drink, Viktor. I'll allow it.

You shouldn't refuse, Pyotr.

Arkady made this liquor
from currant sprouts.

Pyotr can't drink
because of a health condition.

Viktor, have some bacon. It's homemade.

Well, let the second one catch up
with the first one.

Arkady, stop.

Pyotr, let me just pour you

ten symbolic drops
to clink glasses to Shcheglovitov.

He's a classic, a great Russian author.

Do you remember his Fisherman's Memoirs?

They teach us to cherish our nature.

All of us were brought up
loving Russian classic literature.

And we have to pass this love on
to the next generation.

To Shcheglovitov.

Pyotr, have some meat, please.

You know, Vladimir,

I've been thinking for some time

that Russian classic literature
should be prohibited.

At least at school.

Let the adults read it…

but we cannot put those ideas
into children's heads.

Why not?

Because youngsters must not enter
adult life having those wild ideas.

Your classic literature
doesn't teach them anything.

There are no men and women like that.

Maybe they existed once upon a time,

but nowadays there
is nothing but disappointment

in store for a person
who believes in those ideals.

There are no more saints
like Prince Myshkin

and no more sincere women
like Tatyana Larina.

They don't exist.

What is it? Folly or cynicism?

You're quite a peculiar man, Pyotr.

Vladimir, why are you
kicking me under the table?

It hurts, you know?

You've imagined it, Masha.

No, I haven't. You want me to shut up.

God, no! Say what you like.

But think first.

Don't you see that the decision
has already been made?

There will be no more museum.
They just don't care.

They'll make a brothel here

to come here with their sluts
to have picnics.

- Masha, just stop.
- No, why should she?

- It's rather interesting.
- It is, isn't it?

It's entertaining to see people
falling over themselves for you

and laying out their finest food.

And you just watch them and laugh.

He looks refined, doesn't he?

You look as if the whole country

is just a piece of shit under you nose.

Masha!

You're sending your kids
to study in England, aren't you?

You don't even care
what this country will be left with.

Without its culture,

without its literature,

it will be a nation of
jerks and criminals.

You don't drink, do you?

You're sparing your skin

and don't care that other people
have nothing left but vodka.

And if not for us,
these people would be queuing

up at your museums, wouldn't they?

Pyotr, please don't be mad at her.

We're all nervous here.

Larisa, are you making apologies
to this manicured specimen?

Finally.

I thought we would never arrive
to the crux of the issue.

An intellectual is supposed
to be filthy and ragged,

to live in shit and to eat shit.

To be spiritual only.

Pyotr, you mustn't.

Don't be an idiot, Viktor.

And if a man has decent looks,

if he takes care of himself,
then he's surely a thief.

His mug is nasty and his nonexistent
stupid children are studying in England.

I don't drink for my skin care
but for my ulcer.

Not to mention that I've gotten my ulcer

from travelling around this country
and meeting idealists like yourself,

who are good for nothing but begging,

and thieves stealing from everyone,
themselves included.

And you're supposed to mend holes
in the fucking budget,

because who else cares
about such inferior matters?

Pyotr, would you please stop?

Viktor, get lost!

You're really nice to people, aren't you?

Have you ever tried flogging them?

We'll do it if we have to,
without asking for your advice.

You're so aristocratic, so spiritual.

That's why you aren't married, isn't it?

Nobody is worthy of you.

Why is everyone so silent?

You shouldn't have hurt
Masha's feelings, Pyotr.

She's the only honest person among us.

She always says what she thinks.

So you all think what she thinks?

And of course you shouldn't have
said that we eat shit here.

You're welcome to all we have.

Let's go, Katya.

What about you, Vladimir?
Are you going to leave as well?

No, there is no getting
away from you, sir.

What's this "sir" for?

- Will you drink with me?
- I will, no ' "sir."

No fucking way, Sergey.

You should call Drozdov right now
and explain everything.

Kharkevich, do you realize
what the time is?

10:00 p.m.

You think it's appropriate
to call the vice minister at 10:00 p.m.?

We can wait till morning.

He was pulling her leg for six years,

and then he not only refused to marry her,

but he also published her thesis
under his name.

Attaboy!

So she left Moscow because of him
and came here.

Out of shame, I guess.

- And what about you?
- What about me?

Haven't you tried it with her?

She's an attractive woman.

I'm a married man, Pyotr.

So?

So…

For Masha, a married man
is worse than a dead man.

It took me two years to understand.

I should apologize to her.

Let's call him here.

Him who?

Well, him, your assistant.

Masha.

Who do you think you are, Pyotr?

Who?

The man who needs to do the apologizing

does not call the person
he needs to apologize to.

He goes there himself to apologize.

You're right.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

So, what can I do?

Please, don't shout at me.

Your governor is a jerk.

And a nasty spider.

But you treat him in such a bold way.

I'm really impressed.

Viktor, where are you going?

Stand still, please. Don't move.

What a filthy animal.

They're going to fire me tomorrow.

Masha!

Masha!

Masha!

Masha!

I'm so sorry!

Masha, I beg you, I'm on my knees!

Silence!

Masha!

I'm kneeling before you, Masha!

Damn it!

My God, what's this all about?

Let's go.

Masha!

Don't yell. Masha is asleep.

Just look at the stars.

Pyotr, Putin was looking for you.

All of this had a great impact

on the writer's creativity
and artistic style.

All the plants and park alleys
you see here existed when he was alive.

THE LINDEN PLANTED BY LEO TOLSTOY
AS SHCHEGLOVITOV'S GUEST

THE MASON'S MAPLE
GIVEN TO SHCHEGLOVITOV

BY COUNT BARYATINSKY,
MEMBER OF THE GRAND LODGE

Damn it.

Victor!

Victor.

Viktor!

You're better now, aren't you?

I was afraid it would get warm
but it's still cold.

Vladimir, please,
don't yell like that, sir.

As you wish, Pyotr, sir.

How are you feeling now?

- Pretty bad.
- So I thought.

Let's go and take some measures
to fix the situation.

Larisa has made soup for you, sir.

Vladimir, would you have
something for me to change into?

You see, my clothes are all torn up.

Everything is clean, just a bit crumpled.

That doesn't matter.

Thank you very much.

Let me give you something
for your hangover.

Fight fire with fire, as they say.

No, thank you.

Help yourself, Pyotr.

This soup with pickled cucumbers
is the right thing for you.

The sauna is being heated for you.

You can take some steam there in an hour,

with a bunch of green birch twigs.

And then you'll swim in the pond.
There are life-giving springs there.

After all that, you'll be as good as new.

I'm very sorry to trouble you all so much.

Viktor will be back soon with new clothes,

and then we'll be off.

We won't let you go anywhere.

We pumped you up yesterday.
It's on us to bring you back around.

Masha.

- I was looking for you everywhere.
- Why?

The thing is…

- Please, don't touch anything.
- I'm sorry.

To be honest, I don't remember
yesterday's argument very well.

I got carried away, I think.

So I'd like to apologize.

You'd like to apologize,
but you don't remember why?

- Put the cup down!
- Sorry.

No, that's not what I meant.

I remember the beginning of it
but not the end.

I shouldn't have had so much to drink.

Believe me, it doesn't happen often.

Something so small
seemed to have gotten out of hand.

You've got a moral hangover.
It will pass tomorrow.

Leave the cup alone!

My God, Masha.

A man has come to apologize,
please help him.

By the way, you also called me
hell on wheels yesterday.

So, you do remember it after all.

Leave the cup alone.

Oh my God, what have you done?

- I'll pay for it.
- Are you in a restaurant?

It's a museum piece,
an authentic Shcheglovitov's cup.

This is a catastrophe.

Look, in all fairness,
it's not me who broke it.

What's the difference?

I can't even take it
to the restoration workshop.

May I?

Well, I can.

The point is I've already broken this cup,

and Arkady has already glued it together.

I'm already the museum's laughingstock.

Now they're going to make fun of me again.

And it's all your fault.

You'd better do it.

I don't know where the glue is.

Okay. Well, then.

I'd like to show our restoration workshop
to Pyotr.

He's already seen it twice.

No, it was me who asked her
to show me the workshop.

Arkady, I'd like to talk to you.

I don't know if you restore things
on a private basis.

You know, I've got an interesting icon,
a family one.

I think it's southern style.
Maybe it belonged to Cossacks.

Well, there are many
Old Believers among Cossacks.

Masha, leave the shelves alone.
Play it safe.

Bring your icon here, Pyotr,
I'll see what I can do.

Thanks a lot.

You know, there are hardly any restorers
in Moscow nowadays.

- Let's go, Masha. Thank you, Arkady.
- Thank you, Arkady.

He was one of the few people

who had managed to remain on good terms

both with Turgenev and Dostoevsky
after them breaking it off.

Lev Tolstoy,
who used to know Shcheglovitov

at the time of his impetuous youth,

was impressed by his hot temper
and invariable wisdom.

What did you drop there?

A jar with brushes.
It was a tin, thank God.

I just remembered now, you know?

Last night we came to see you
at your place, Vladimir and me.

Yes, I heard you.

Why didn't you come out, then?

Were you scared?

No, I was milking a goat.

What?

- You were doing what?
- Milking a goat.

What goat? What do you need it for?

All the museum workers breed cattle,
otherwise we couldn't have survived.

Do you know what my wage is?

Not much, I guess.

Five thousand rubles.

Masha, why are you staying
here in the first place?

Where am I supposed to stay?

In Moscow? I've already been there.

Well, not necessarily.

In Mikhailovskoye or in Yasnaya Polyana.

I think they're better paid there.

Maybe, but I'm no expert
on Pushkin or Tolstoy.

- Have you got a tissue?
- Yes.

There you are.

Thank you very much.

Let's go.

And why did you decide
to study Shcheglovitov?

He's a second-rate,
if not third-rate author.

Where do you get that from?

Well, I've also read books.

Don't you agree
that he's neither Tolstoy nor Turgenev?

Not even Leskov.

So, Leskov is also a second-rate author
according to you?

- Well, you're wrong.
- Maybe.

But still, why Shcheglovitov?

I don't know, perhaps for his romanticism.

Long ago,
I was really impressed by his story.

Just imagine, a brilliant military career,

a duelist falls in love with
a devout religious girl at first sight.

And she loves him back.

But another duel occurs
and he kills his rival.

It would seem quite a simple thing.

To serve his time in custody,

and then nothing prevents him
from marrying her.

But she rejects him
and takes the veil to atone for his sin.

Thus she turns his life upside down.

What about him?

He retires from the army,

gives a substantial part of his fortune
to the dead rival's family,

then arrives here to start writing.

He spent all his life here
and never married.

Hence his masonry and his mysticism.

You really believe that to be true?

I don't believe, I know for sure.

You know that he was in love
with her for a lifetime?

You bet.

Masha, can you tell me about him again?

I'm afraid I didn't listen to you
very carefully yesterday.

All right,
I have to put the cup back first.

- Be careful with it.
- I'll try.

I'll be waiting for you here.

Hello.

He lived here till the day he died.

He outlived Sofia Dorn by eight years.

In his diaries,
we find endless mentions of…

Yes, Lida.

He isn't beside me right now.

Yesterday he partied
like the good old days.

I tried to stop him.
I can't fight with him, can I?

I got it from him yesterday,
and now you're going to reprimand me?

Sorry, the governor's on the other line.

Yes, Sergey. Where on earth are you?

Why are you yelling at me?

Masha, they're from Mosfilm.

Creative intellectuals like you and me.

They're going to make a film
about our Peter Shcheglovitov.

Where do you think they should do it?

Larisa, they may not enter the museum.

Let them shoot their film
wherever they like.

We have precious museum pieces here.

And you know,
they're going to invite that actor,

your favorite one, to play Shcheglovitov.

First of all, he's a talented actor.

And second of all, as you're aware,
the museum is in need of funds.

I'm not debating this.

As the scientific assistant,
I'm totally against it. I'm off.

- Where are you going?
- I've promised a tour to Pyotr.

I see.

What do you see?

I see that he's eating you with his eyes.

Don't say such silly things.

This birch is my true white companion

Do you want me to add some steam, sir?

No, I'm fine.

Look, I think it's unnatural
to use "sir" under the circumstances.

Let's use friendly terms.

We did it yesterday.

And this morning
you've taken me down a peg.

Are you hurt?

Well, I'm not exactly happy.

Well, sorry.

Say, where the hell is your governor?

He's not mine but yours.

He's been locked up at the factory.

You don't say.

You mean taken hostage?

…he declares them bankrupt first
and then sells them out.

And he pockets the money, of course.

This is the fourth factory in the area.

Do you know why he's made up
a criminal case against me?

No, why?

Once he brought some Germans here.
They wanted to buy the museum.

So I got all the local guys
to meet them at the gate properly.

I mean naked and holding pitchforks.

So he was forced to take
the foreign guests away.

Now he's going to sue me for it.

I wish I'd been there.

You won't believe the things
they've given me as gifts.

Sabers, felt cloaks, silverware.

There was a guy who wanted to
give me a goat, I swear.

He brought that animal with huge balls
and said, "It's for you."

How's that?

The thing is, he wanted his pancake bar
to be in federal jurisdiction.

How's that?

The Federal Pancake Bar!

What's that?

Pyotr, what day is it today?

Saturday.

Please, no!

Let's take a picture.

The bride's family, come here.

Bride and groom, jump.

Smile, everybody.

The next one won't miss.

Masha!

What are you doing? Have you gone mad?

Don't worry.

- What are you doing?
- Look.

You pigs!

We'll make it up with epoxy.

Who's gonna pay for the ruined photoshoot?

Who's gonna pay
for the ruined Turgenev's tree?

You're crazy. It's just a tree.

Folks, nobody's forcing you out.

What are you doing, Masha?

You yourself said
weddings should be forbidden.

This is a museum, not a toilet.

I agree with Masha.

All photo and video shooting
should be banned.

Can you get anything but bans
in your federal grunt's head?

How am I supposed to maintain it all?

You might as well ban eating and drinking.

These weddings only make it messy here.

And you just shut up, you, hoodlum!

Please, don't go.

We'll now arrange some…

Get off the monument!

You're an amazing woman.

I would never have imagined
that you're such a good shot.

I don't care what you would
or wouldn't imagine.

Masha, why are you so aggressive?
I am courting you any way I can.

You shouldn't waste your time.

It's not because you asked me for a tour
and then didn't show up.

Vladimir dragged me away.

You're just the type
to always do as you please.

I know this type of people very well.

They're indifferent and self-centered.

"I'm just doing what my ego wants,
and I don't care what comes of it."

It's also your style of government.

I see. Now you'll dwell on Gazprom Tower.

No, I won't dwell on the tower
or anything else.

It's a blank cartridge.

Get down from the sculpture.
Kids, I'm talking to you!

Is there a teacher or somebody?

Get lost!

Look, Masha.

What, Pyotr? I'm busy.

I'll be brief.

Miss Maria.

You don't know me at all

but you've already written my biography
and know my character.

Don't sit on the stone.

You think of me as a haughty idiot.

But I assure you that I'm not
so haughty and not such an idiot.

For example, talking to you
is of great interest to me.

Yes, it's like a commentary from the Moon.

But who told you that

I'm not interested in commentaries
from the Moon?

Where are we going?

Not far. I should get the gun home.

Be careful not to stain your shoes.

Will you stop making fun of me?

- Masha, hang on.
- Hi, Auntie Katya.

We've already said hi.

I have put a marrow and some squashes
there on your porch.

Thank you, you shouldn't have bothered.

And who should bother
if nothing grows in your garden?

What's this?

- Is it my doing from last night?
- Yes, it is.

I beg you pardon.

Look, I'll mend it, Masha.

But I haven't got any tools right now.

What a mess.

- What are you laughing at?
- Nothing, just my thoughts.

I'd like to invite you to lunch.

What for? Besides, it's a work day.

Well, aren't you entitled
to a lunch break?

I am. But I should tell them.

Go ahead. I'll be waiting for you here.

Like the last time?

Don't be so mean, Masha.

Hello. The museum.

Yes, just a minute.

Masha, there's a fax
from the Ministry of Culture.

For whom?

For Vladimir and for you.

Okay, change and we'll go.

Yes, I'll change, but we won't go.

What do you mean?

Viktor, I have to stay here for some time.

It's impossible.
We have a meeting in 40 minutes.

Viktor, are you crazy?

People are around.

Let's find some cover to change.

This way.

So, call the ministry, the secretariat
and say I have to see the minister.

It's urgent. On Monday, if possible.

Say that our decision for the center
was too hasty.

I'm stuck here. Hang on a second.

And invite the deputies for Monday, too,
around 3:00 p.m.

Love you. I can't talk now.

You're a scoundrel, Pyotr.

Why so?

Shcheglovitov is a third-rate
author, isn't he?

And museum employees
are beggars and parasites.

But you're still interested
in a commentary from the Moon!

- What are you talking about?
- That's what!

All this time you knew that they
were going to shut down the museum.

Furthermore, you've come here
to acquire property for your ministry.

What do you intend to build here?

The Economic Educational Center?
With restaurants and bedrooms, I hope?

Move away from the lawn!

Hey, hang on, Masha.

What's it to you if I knew or not?

Of course I knew.

It's my work to evaluate
the efficiency of economic facilities.

Besides, I can't understand
why we should discuss it here.

Let's go to a restaurant.
I'll explain everything.

You think I'll go anywhere
with you after this?

After what?

- The regulation hasn't been signed yet.
- You think I'm a fool?

Moscow jerk! Rascal!

Mind your language.
I'm still a federal functionary.

Are you?

Dangerous aggressive lunatics.

Damned intellectuals!
What do you think of it?

Yes, it's madness, Pyotr.

Psychopathic hysterical woman.

Who does she think she is?

And there are
150 million crazies like this.

- One hundred and forty, to be exact.
- Doesn't matter.

Just look how she hates Moscow.

If somebody's a jerk,
he must be a Muscovite.

It is Moscow that prevents
them from being civilized?

Had Paris been the capital,
all the jerks would have been French.

Morons!

- Pyotr, where are we going?
- We're going to the factory.

I signed it all on the first day.

All their requests are legal.

Of course holding me here
is a serious criminal matter,

but we're quite capable
of managing it ourselves.

Is that a threat?

No, I'm just explaining the situation
as it is to the vice minister,

for him to arrive at a conclusion.

I've already arrived.

I think the enterprise's bankruptcy
will be suspended.

- In what way?
- In the most direct one.

I'll take it to
the Investigation Committee,

and you'll get a thorough inspection
of fictitious bankruptcy

and the role of
the regional administration

in selling the factory out.

Would you please be more clear,

as far as fictitious bankruptcy
is concerned?

Yes, I would, if you insist.

I think there will be
a serious investigation

of the factory and the museum case.

The museum as well?

How nice! Very interesting.

And what on earth happened to the museum?

Nothing.

And nothing will, I hope.

And is the minister
informed of your intentions?

Don't sweat.
It will be okay with the minister.

You aren't aware yet?

Why are you in such a hurry, boy?

Are you talking to me?

Yes, of course.
Who else would I be talking to?

Are you out of you mind, Sergey?

No, I'm not.

As for you, you definitely need some rest.

I recognize the old school.

A star of party officialdom.

Let's go, Viktor.

I have to solve some other matters
at the museum.

And you, gentlemen, get all the documents
ready for tomorrow morning.

Get out from that corner, you hear me?

Nastassia, what's the matter with you?

You're going to break my bike.

How did you manage to get in there?

Hang on. Easy.

Hang on a second.

Hang on, Nastassia.

Aren't we supposed to not move at all?

Nobody will miss us until tomorrow.

I mean, nobody will miss me.

Be careful.

What are we going to do?

There's no one around.

There's no one around.

Lord, what have I done wrong?

You haven't given me
a husband and children.

I live in the back of beyond
with a goat and chickens,

but I'm not complaining.

Why should you laugh at me?

What does my life look like?

I can't bear it anymore.

Masha, I've come to tell you

that the decision about the museum
has been suspended on my initiative…

after a serious conflict, by the way.

Masha!

But I'd like to advise you
to pay more attention to people…

and not to jump to conclusions.

I wish you to stay in good health, Masha.

And to be happy.

I'm here. Help me.

Where?

What are you doing there?

Oh, my.

Masha, are you hurt?

What does my life look like?

Take it easy, please.

Where does it hurt?

It's just a joke.

Sit down here.

Are you hurt? You're shaking.

Have you got a fever?

It'll keep you warm.

It's a silly joke.

We'll get you warm soon.

Don't cry.

Does your baldness cause you suffering?

Honestly?

Very much.

You're wrong.

It suits you.

You're very handsome.

May I ask you a question?

I'm not married.

No, I don't mean that.

Why did you come after all?

To tell you about the museum.
No, not for that.

God knows why.

To have all this, I guess.

All this?

All men are alike,
it's the only thing you need.

And it hurts me most of all.

That's why I avoid any relationship.

In the 19th century,
they could love a woman for many years,

like Shcheglovitov loved his Sofia.

He could love her, adore her
and never dare to touch her.

- And what now?
- Shut up, will you?

Why?

As you wish.

You're so beautiful.

Do you like your work?

What can I say?

Sometimes I want to blow everything up.

Everything?

This country.

I think the Earth
would be better off without it.

Look, have you got any meat?

No, I don't eat meat.

I should have known.

Pollen, dew, fog, moonlight,
that's the food for you.

And you've got no alcohol, I guess.

You're wrong there. I've got some.

What does it mean?

- Mommy Duck.
- Mommy Duck.

Mommy Duck.

Mommy Duck?

I played Mommy Duck in a children's show.

Wait, how do you do it?

That's it, and get your legs apart.

Did you like me right away?

Not at first sight.

Then when?

Let me guess. When I was firing a gun?

No, before that.

When we were gluing up the cup?

Long before that.

When?

Yesterday, when you behaved badly with me.

- Got spring onions?
- Yes.

Just fancy, when I was six,
she calls me "Pyotr, sir" in public.

I can't imagine your mom.

It's really strange that you have a mom.

Of course, vice ministers can't have moms.

Let me tell you a huge secret.

Even the minister has a mom.

Get it, please.

Here you are.

Hello. Yes, darling.

Get me some salt.

No, I can't make it faster.

Yes, I have to talk to you as well.

As soon as I get back.

Okay. Kisses.

Get the plates.

So, my mom didn't speak to me
for four days.

I was just six
and she didn't speak to me for four days.

Sit down.

- Was it you mom on the phone?
- No, Lidia.

- Who is Lida?
- My fiancée.

What fiancée?

Ex-fiancée, I guess.

Is she aware that she is an ex?

Not yet.

Look, Pyotr, I don't get it.

So, you've come to have
this thing with me,

and there's a girl in Moscow
waiting for you to marry her?

Masha.

Don't sweat. I'll sort it out.

I'm not sweating.

Leave.

What?

I didn't lie to you, did I?

I could have told you
that it was my secretary.

Pyotr, you told me
that you're not married.

I am not. I was only going to marry.

So, go ahead.

Goodbye.

Masha, you're weird, you know that?

People get together, then break up.

I was planning to marry her, now I'm not.

Should I have preserved
my virginity until I met you?

You're too straightforward.

I'm not straightforward, Pyotr.
I'm experienced.

I won't build anything
on other people's grief.

I've already tried it once.

Thanks, but no thanks.

Masha, it's not your problem at all.

Do you think so?

You have a girl there,
to whom you made love,

to whom you proposed.

She must be planning her wedding now.

I don't want to be anybody's nightmare.

What nightmare?

I told you I'll sort it out.

And I told you it's over. Pyotr, go away.

Really?

Take that.
I won't go anywhere, I will stay.

Because I feel good here with you. Okay?

Get lost.

You cruel, heartless person.

- May I ask what all this means?
- What do you want to know?

- Where have I spent the night?
- It's your personal matter, sir.

I'm interested in your view,

as far as the museum closure is concerned.

So, we are sirs again?

Great!

As far as the museum closure is concerned,

you can go and ask your mentally
disturbed coworker Masha.

She's well informed.

Viktor, we're off to Moscow.

Go to Moscow, then, you shameless jerk.

Now this is what I call foam.

Good foam is hard to get.

Let's taste it.

Do you feel the difference?

Yes, sir. The taste is quite different.

All the other machines were junk.

I brought this beauty from Italy
on my own back.

I make coffee by myself.

Olga is unable to handle it.

Olga, has Sergey arrived?

- A minute ago.
- Let him in.

So, you've signed it all?

Andrey, you were right as usual.

They seem to be quite different people.

Hello, Pyotr. Nice to see you again.

Good day, sir.

So, Andrey, what did I tell you?

Pyotr has taken a sudden dislike to me.

We'll sort it out, Sergey.

Why were the Center documents suspended?

I've reported it to you, sir.

The project budget
is considerably overpriced.

Moreover, there's
an operational museum there.

We'll sort it out with the museum
and with the budget.

You know, the ministry is greatly
interested in this project.

But we can find another lot.

Listen to me, Pyotr.

The ministry you have
the honor of working at

is interested in this project
and not in another one.

And the museum can operate
in another location.

There's a huge museum complex
in the regional center.

All the more so.

Minister, sir,

you've seen my report
and all the documents.

I'm sorry, but it's outright thievery.

Pure and simple.

So?

I'd like to ask you to organize
the budget's audit.

Will you tell me what figures
are inflated according to you?

We'll reduce them right away.

Look, have you no shame at all?

Is it your museum lady
who's taught you this pathetic language?

Do you write poetry now, Pyotr?

Listen to me very carefully.

I appreciate your high connections,
but you're wrong to imagine that

you can be blunt thanks to them.

You're going to make
a reasonable evaluation of the project

and in no time
have it approved by the Committee.

These documents must be
on my table no later than Friday.

Otherwise, Pyotr, I'm afraid that

vivid stories of your adventures,
of your changing the ministry's decision

under the impact of alcohol

and sudden passion

will cut your long career rather short.

And no connections will save you.

Do you want to say anything?

No, sir.

I see my error.

I'm prepared to help revise
Sergey's budget.

Attaboy. You may go now.

Goodbye, Pyotr.

Pyotr, we're adults.

It seems that you've fallen in love.

I'm even happy for you.

It's just fine for you to entertain,
to cheer up.

But, Pyotr, what does our
wedding have to do with it?

We have four weeks before the wedding.

Go to her if you want,

have fun there
along with goats and chickens.

Let's be reasonable.

I'm a big girl
and I know what life is about.

I'm going to get married once and for all.

And no Masha, Nataly…

or any other chick

can prevent us from building
a happy family.

May I ask you a question?

So, you assume I'm going to cheat on you
when we're married?

I don't assume, I know.

So, dare I ask, are you
planning to cheat on me, too?

Why not? Life is too long.

Of course I might have affairs.

But firstly, you aren't going to notice it
and secondly,

I'm quite capable
of controlling my feelings.

As opposed to you, dear.

It's idiotic to make physical fidelity
the basis of a stable family.

Pyotr, our union
is based on companionship.

I'm you best friend,
support and protector.

And you're the same for me.

I assure you

that a lot of men dream of a wife like me.

But I've chosen you…

because I see great prospects
for our family.

What about love?

Is it water under the bridge for you?

Give me some sunflower seeds.

We mustn't litter here.

Don't you want to get back at them?

Are we going to rehearse today or not?

You know what?

Pack your things and leave
for St. Petersburg tomorrow morning.

There's a Dostoevsky symposium.

You'll listen to that boring stuff,
then walk around the beautiful city.

You should get away from
this godforsaken hole.

When did you visit the Hermitage last?

You might even meet a professor there.

I don't want to go.

It's not debatable.

It's the manager's order.

Pyotr, do you have any shame at all?

It's the third day that you haven't
answered any calls and haven't gone out.

They're looking for you.

Let's get you on a drip
if you're not able to handle it yourself.

A drinking bout cannot be
the sole reaction

to hardships and lack of understanding.

By the way, you ulcer
is a direct consequence of your effort

to solve every problem singlehandedly.

Viktor, get lost.

It's all because you can't appoint
a museum manager

from the City Communist Committee.

He brought me some upholstery
for armchairs in the living room.

I say, "But it's Belarus,

a Homyel weaving mill."

I see it at first glance.

There were no such patterns
in the 19th century.

No such patterns existed
and could not exist.

And he says,
"It doesn't matter. Make it as it is."

I won't do that.

You're telling me!

I say, "Vladimir, what do
we need an apiary for?"

What do we need it for?

Let's get an interactive excursion
designed instead.

Why should I, the scientific assistant,

attend to tourists instead of science?

Good heavens!

I was a Tyutchev expert.

I could have worked in Bryansk
and gone to Munich for the symposia.

But no, I had to meet you
and fall in love.

Save your love, guys.

It's easy for you to say,
since you're alone.

You come home footloose and free.

And I see this stupid red mug every day

and listen to ravings on how
many types of spinning wheels

there were in the province of Orel.

Then I see all those spinning wheels
in my dreams.

I'm sick and tired of it.

Pyotr, please let me in.

You need to vent.

Get up.

Let's go.

Where are we going?

- To our boss.
- That's understood.

- What for?
- To quit.

I see.

- Only I beg you...
- Don't, Viktor.

What have you come for?

To chop your wood.

What about your wedding?

In a month.

If the bride says yes.

Has she changed her mind?

Masha…

will you marry me…

in a month?

Me?

Why me?

Are you rejecting me?

But I won't go to Moscow.

Nobody asked you to.

What about your ministry?

I don't work there anymore.

I quit.

Pyotr…

I don't get it.

What don't you get?

Why are you quiet?

Do you agree or not?

I don't know what to say.

I don't know how to behave and what to do.

Well, I know.

Get up.

Come to me.

Hug me and say,

"My love, I'm so happy
you've come back at last."

Why are you crying?

What a crybaby you are, Masha.

That's it.

I've repaired the fence,

I've chopped wood,
I've filled the water tank.

Hi, Masha.

Hello.

Pyotr, I took the job
of a governor's assistant

and not of a farmhand.

So I'd like to take up my duties
as soon as possible.

And you're supposed
to get ready for the inauguration.

Viktor…

What an idiot you are!

Wait, are you our governor now?

Well, I am.

And you're going to be
the governor's wife.

Viktor, you chopped this wood?

Who else?

Pyotr, you've lied to me again.

Are you going to lie your whole life?

Why are you getting aggressive
all of a sudden?

Put down the log
or you'll drop it on your foot.

I'm not going to be the governor's wife.

Don't you see that it's vulgar?

I won't move to the residence.
I'm a museum employee.

Calm down. Everything will be okay
with your museum.

Put down the log.

I don't want to talk to you anymore.

No problem.

You know why?

Because all you're going to say
is nothing but lies.

You're incurable. Who needs it?

Why have you come in the first place?

- Let's separate, then.
- Yes, let's separate.

Masha, come here!

Put the fence back as it was.

- What about the shed?
- Yes, that, too.

I don't need anything from you.

Masha, you should get help.
You're not in your right mind.

And you're a shameless liar.

- What have I done after all?
- It's vulgar.

It's all based on lies and deceit.
You're no better than the rest of them.

Let me place a stage for you in the yard
and get you a mic.

It's not funny.

Can you explain to me
why you're so wound up?

If you don't understand,
then it's no use explaining.

Let's end this conversation.

We'll never understand each other.

Why not, I wonder?

Why are two loving adults
unable to understand one another?