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TTL Studio and Les Films du Rivage
present

a Valery TODOROVSKY film

KATlA lSMAlLOVA
(MOSCOW NlGHTS)

A Russian-French coproduction

Committee for Cinematography
of Russia

National Center of Cinematography
of France

Russian State
Tele- and Radio Company

Decar Film Company
Lumiere, De lmage Ltd.

in association with
Gorky Film Studio

''l'm dreaming,''
the thought pierced her mind.

And immediately: ''No, it's not a dream.

That's what it will be tomorrow,
in a month, forever.''

She opened her eyes.
Someone was knocking hard at the door.

What happens next?

Be patient.
Patience, my friend. Patience.

You always stop at the most interesting.
Mom, do you realize who you are?

Well?

- You're a genius.
- Really?

Do you understand with your women's
chicken brains what you've written?

This is your best,
most terrific novel.

- lt's true.
- l'm so tired, my friend.

Of course, my little one,
we're tired, we need a rest.

My dear, my beloved woman,
my delicate brilliant creature.

The brilliant creature
wants to go onto the grass.

Only after you tell me
who was knocking at the door.

Oh God, it's not the end yet.
Besides, everything depends on Katia.

All right.

The sooner she deciphers
my scrawl,

the sooner you know
who knocked at the door.

By the way, Katia, you never
told me how you like the novel.

- You're my first reader.
- Right.

l don't know.

l couldn't get into it, because
l was afraid of making mistakes.

That's it, to the dacha. We're all
tired. Let's go to the dacha.

Let's take champagne, call
the Gypsies. We'll have a ball.

Why are you still here?
Go empty the fridge.

Katia, please don't forget
carbon paper and linens.

Don't forget the sour cream!

That's all, we're off!
Everybody hurry to the fresh air!

lngeborga DAPKUNAlTE

Alisa FRElNDLlKH

Vladimir MASHKOV

Aleksandr FEKLlSTOV
Yuri KUZNETSOV

Natalya SHCHUKlNA
Avangard LEONTYEV

Story by:

Marina SHEPTUNOVA
Stanislav GOVORUKHlN

Screenplay by
Alla KRlNlTSYNA

with the participation of
Francois GUERlF, Cecile VARGAFTlNG

Cinematography by
Sergei KOZLOV

Production Designer
Aleksandr OSlPOV

Music by
Leonid DESYATNlKOV

English Subtitles by
Tatiana Kameneva

Producers: lgor TOLSTUNOV
Marc RUSCART

Directed by
Valery TODOROVSKY

Katia, slow down. Don't speed.
There you go.

And remember, the most important
thing is to keep a distance.

Look out for
a possible idiot in front of you,

and a son of a bitch behind.

You never know what they may be
up to the next second.

Don't you remember how you yourself
used to speed, dear mommy?

Me!

First, it was me.

And, second, l'm already an old,
sick woman. And a grumbler.

l want to relax in a car.

Katia, l said, slow down!

Oh God, how good it feels!

Mitya, you're disturbing me.

Get away, please.

Will someone help me? Or am l supposed
to rake away these debris alone?

l'm coming! Coming.

Please meet Katia, my typist,
combining a job of being Mitya's wife.

Yes, l can see
you did a good job here.

l can't recognize my bed.

Katia dear, prepare my drops. l feel
some heart pressure since the morning.

A real museum piece.
We need to enclose it with a string.

And a spring won't
stick into my back any more.

- Yes.
- Just great! Great!

How have you been doing here
all this time? Were you bored?

- l was.
- So you were!

At your age, to lock yourself up at
the dacha, among the snow and bears...

Yes, alone and forgotten by everybody.
l've read your books all through.

And what do you think of them?
Am l good at spreading my nets?

- Good. l'm ensnared from head to toe.
- Really?

l wonder who else read
my books together with you?

This will be a present for you,
lrina Dmitriyevna.

Oh, l can't wait!

Yes!

Taste disgusting?

Why didn't you take the tools away
before our coming?

As though you purposefully scattered
rusted nails around for someone...

No one but you ran into it.

Even if there were no nails,
you would have run into something.

Blow on it.
Don't make an idiot out of me.

You should apply plantain to it,
and you'll be all right.

The man has been working here.

And he will go on working
to make your house look beautiful.

Besides,
you may not know this,

but nails are
absolutely indispensable

when you need to attach
one board to another.

Am l right?

So don't be a bungler.
You have to blame only yourself.

And thank God you're leaving.

lt's high time, you've been too long
here, harassing everybody like this.

That's the way we live, dear Sergei.

Each day,
a new tragedy.

We're just little kids, really.

You'd better blow on it.
Hold it.

Anyway, one shouldn't
scatter nails about the floor.

Everybody walks barefooted,
and anyone may get hurt.

l promise l won't do it again.
l'm sorry.

Hurry up, my friends.

Well, that's it. l got to go.

Good evening.

Sorry for scaring you.

Yes, you did.

What are you writing?

l'm not writing, l'm typing.

So we two are doing
the same thing.

Do you type, too?

No. l used to work at a shop
repairing typewriters.

Oh, you know,
this thing here...

When l raise it,
it's all right.

But when l lower it,
sometimes the tape gets out,

and l have
to fix it every time.

Let me see.

This one here...
Look here. You see?

This part here, this little pin
got broken. lt should be replaced.

Really?

But it's an outdated part,
it's not produced any more.

And what shall l do?

There's nothing to do.
This typewriter's going to break down.

Yes, it's a very old machine.
lt's my mother's typewriter.

You need to buy a new one.

But l'm used to it.
l'm not sure l can type on a new one.

Then you have to change
your occupation.

Can you do anything else?

- No.
- Too bad.

Did you really believe me?

l was kidding,
l know nothing about typewrites.

Absolutely.

- lt's not funny.
- Sorry.

Don't your fingers hurt
after you've worked a lot?

No.

Sometimes l have a backache.

What do you do
when you have a backache?

l lie down on the floor.

The floor is flat and hard.

And the back rests.

Sometimes l get tired, too.

- From what?
- From work.

And what do you do
when you get tired?

l won't tell you, because you'll
laugh at me.

So don't tell me.

- But you want to know.
- No.

Ask me:
''What do you do when you get tired?''

- What do you do when you get tired?
- l jump.

- Jump where?
- On the spot.

- Does it help?
- Very much.

Do you type
with all of your fingers?

No. My mother taught me to type.

Now it's too late to relearn.

Can you type
with your eyes closed?

- Of course l can.
- Show me.

Can you do an absolutely new text?

Of course l can.

Go on, dictate.

- Close your eyes.
- l did.

- l can see you're peeking.
- l'm not.

l. W.

You can dictate faster.

l will never
scatter nails again.

Ten rabbits?

Are they alive?

But why?
l remember what l promised.

l'll come by all means.

l'll come as soon
as the rabbits are there.

All right.
Everything's fine here.

Mitya's on a business trip.
l'm playing the fool,

and Katia's typing my novel.

Sergei is restoring the furniture.

You've never met Katia, by the way.
But never mind, you will.

You'll come here and meet her.

Come up here!

l wasn't speaking to you.
All right, thank you, my dear.

Well, the phone works fine.

But l couldn't put through a call
all night yesterday.

- What's up?
- l don't know.

You look wonderful.
You had a good sleep?

Yes.

Oh, it takes so little
for a woman to look good.

Just sending her husband
on a business trip.

Hi, hostesses.

Come on, sit down
and have coffee with us.

By the way, Sergei,
there was a call for you from a girl.

A very thin voice,
carefully articulating her words.

Got very disappointed
you weren't here.

That was my sister.

Sergei, you have nothing
to be embarrassed about.

lt's so natural. lt would be
strange if it were otherwise.

lt's not what you think.
l'm a one woman's man.

When l fall in love,
l don't notice anyone else.

Unbelievable!
And who is that one woman?

- You don't know her.
- Tell us and we'll know.

- ls she young?
- Yes.

Beautiful?

Very beautiful.

How long have you known her?

Not long, but l feel like
l've known her all my life.

You know it's not the time that
matters but the kinship of souls.

We never knew that
you were such a romantic man.

So, when is the wedding?

l don't know. She's married,
and has seven children.

Excuse me, l have to work.

Aren't you ashamed of yourself?
Fooling a poor, naive, silly woman.

l almost believed you.

Who's there?

You scared me to death. l nearly
lost my wits. Something's happened?

Your gate was open.
l thought something was wrong.

l'm so fainthearted.

Well, come in, as long as you're here.

- l'll give you some tea.
- No, it's late. l'd better go.

As you like.

- Good night, Sergei.
- Good night.

Thank you for worrying about us.

Good night.

Don't take the linens to the nearest
laundry, they keep it for 3 months.

Give the editors the second copy,
they can read it alright.

And tell them not to read it
en masse,

or they'll be losing the pages
one after another.

- Do you hear me?
- Yes, l do.

No, you are not listening,
you'll muddle everything up.

- All right.
- No, it's not all right.

And come back as soon as possible.
You've got a lot of work to do.

l can't understand what you're
doing here all day through.

You did only 12 pages yesterday.
Why this stupid smile?

l'm in a good mood.

Why this good mood?

Let me give you a hand.

Katia! Take a seat, dear.
Sit down.

- Good afternoon.
- We'll make you some coffee.

Good afternoon.

Well, how is lrina Dmitriyevna?

She's fine, thank you.

Tell her that we're dying
from curiosity here.

Do you know how the novel ends?

lf you do, don't tell.
Don't deprive us of the pleasure.

Sveta dear, go bring some water.

The restroom on our floor is closed,
we have to go to another floor.

You know...

This is going to be a real bomb.

The whole country will be weeping.

l think l'd better go.

No. We love you so much,
we won't let you go just like this.

What shall l tell
lrina Dmitriyevna?

Tell her that we can't wait
for the finale.

All right.

Take care.
Goodbye.

What's the matter, Katia?
Where're the inserts?

l asked you to pay
special attention to them.

lt's no good at all.

What are you thinking about,
for god's sake?

ln 5 days l have to submit the novel,
and you have nothing ready yet.

Yesterday you disappeared for a day,
now you give me some slapdash work.

What's going on?

Nothing.

l ask you to retype this whole chapter
and be more careful in the future.

Katia?

Katia!

Yes?

What is it there?

Nothing.
l'm going to bed.

Katia.

Good morning.

Sit down.

Drink it.

Thank you.

l think we shall do it like this.

You'll go to the city now.
l'll stay here.

Sergei will finish the repairs.

Mitya will know nothing.

Anything can happen in life,
and everything passes.

- No.
- No what?

l don't want to lie.

l'll tell Mitya everything.

Katia, come to your senses.

Do you think it's serious?

Do you really think
it is serious?

To be able to live
with an older woman,

a man has to be
a great aesthete.

lt does happen, but very rarely.

And all those boys here,
they're just tasting.

You know, like after eating sweets

you sometimes feel like
having smelling dried fish.

You got to learn
to treat them like an object.

You got to learn to use them.

- Stop it!
- l understand.

Now l've finally understood you.

What do you understand?

What can you understand with
your miserable brains of a typist?

You shouldn't have said this.

Who are you?

Who are you in this house?
You're nil.

An absolute nil.

You live at my expense, and you dare
spreading your legs, you slut!

l won't put up with it!

Get out! Get out of my house now,
you bitch! You slut!

Sergei dear, she's a whore.
Don't you see?

You think you were the only one
she slept with?

Are you all right?

Katia, her medicine!

Hurry!

lrina Dmitriyevna.

C'mon, Katia!

lrina Dmitriyevna.

lrina Dmitriyevna, my dear.

Katia, hurry up!

lrina Dmitriyevna.

lrina Dmitriyevna, everything
will be all right. Wait a minute.

She's bringing it.

Now everything'll be all right.

lt'll be all right now.

Katia!

lrina Dmitriyevna!

Goodbye.
Thank you for coming.

Have you noticed how little
Mother has become?

Mitya, it's enough for you.

As little as a girl.

Mitya, you have to get some sleep.

You can't understand what
it means to lose your mother.

l understand.

My mother died, too.
Don't you remember?

But she was sick for a long time.

And it was so long ago.

Of course.

You're so...

You're so callous.

You have no feelings.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

l know everything.
What a loss.

l couldn't make it to the funeral.
l came to offer my condolences.

Thank you.

Katia, this is
my mother's old friend.

Yevgeny Petrovich Romanov,

chief investigator of
the District Prosecutor's office.

We've met at last,
dear Katia.

l can't believe it.

l spoke to her on the phone just
recently, and now this stroke.

- How did it happen?
- l dunno, l was on a business trip.

l was typing on the veranda, then
l wanted to check something with her.

At first l thought
she was sleeping, but then...

- Were you typing her last novel?
- Yes.

Do you... Do you have
an extra copy of it?

lt wasn't finished yet.

l'll read what there is.
Do you mind?

Of course not.
Katia, bring it.

You know l was a great fan
of your mother's talent.

We used to discuss all kinds
of interesting plots with her.

l have an idea what the novel is about.

lt's interesting
what she's made of it.

She's made a work of genius.

Yes. Thank you.

- You're welcome. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

- ls that all?
- No. She'll type more.

Well, it's okay.

All right, take a rest.
You've gone through difficult days.

- Thank you. Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

He discussed the plot with Mother.
lt sounds ridiculous.

What on earth could they have
in common?

She went fishing with him.
Must be some whim.

Yes, there were people living,
loving each other.

But nothing is left now,
just a photo.

Sometimes it feels so terrifying,
you live, you work,

but what for?

l'm just beginning to understand
what you mean to me.

How much you mean to me.

How important you are to me.

Mitya.
Mitya, we need to talk.

Mitya.

Mitya, l'm tired.

l'm sorry l didn't have the time
to thank you before.

What for?

You were running, organizing it all.
l don't know how to do it.

You shouldn't.
l loved lrina Dmitriyevna.

Then maybe you'll finish up
with the furniture?

l'd like to finish everything
Mother wanted to do.

Don't worry, we'll do it.

Thanks.

l'll drop by later today.

Katia.

Katia.

What's happened?

Did you come to repair the furniture?

l've come to see you.

l know.
l know everything.

You slept with her.

You slept with that old woman.

What are you talking about?

Yes! Yes! Yes!

She was alive,
and you came here every day.

Now she's gone,
and you never appear.

l thought it wasn't right.

You wouldn't have come...

...today either, if Mitya
hadn't met you.

Right?

Well, that's it, now, now...

Calm down.

You know, l'll finish typing the novel

and tell him everything.

What the novel has to do with it?

lt's important to him.

How much have you got left?

Just the ending.

And what is the end?

He's leaving, taking a train.

And there...

Some thugs start a fight.

- They kill him.
- Oh, God.

When she finds out, she goes mad.

Don't go on, or l'll cry.

Why can't it be done so
that everything begins well,

goes on even better
and ends splendidly?

You know, l believe
that books should be written so

that the last pages
were left empty.

- What do you mean?
- Just like that, with no text.

lmagine, you go to a bookshop,

buy a book,
and quickly read it.

And you add an ending to your liking.

Why should anyone
thrust something on me?

Let the ending be
whatever l like.

lt's impossible.

- Why not?
- Because.

Get up.

Get up.

l'm ready.

Alright.

So you say he got on a train,
and was killed there.

Write.

That day

he was supposed to leave by train.

By train.

But he didn't leave.
And then...

- Hi.
- Hi.

Where's Katia?

ln the house.

l can't concentrate.
Misprinting all the way.

My fingers feel wooden.

Mitya dear, l'm so sorry.

l had to tell you
long ago, but...

But l couldn't.

Tell me what?

This.

- You see?
- What am l supposed to see?

Alright, Katia, go make him coffee.
The man is tired after the road.

How can l?
We drank all coffee yesterday.

There's some in a tin in the cupboard.

- Which tin?
- With a colored label.

lt's all so vulgar.

So stupid.
How can you?

You've chosen just the right time,
when my mother died.

- Oh, Mitya.
- Let him speak.

Look, who are you?

Don't you meddle in
my relations with my wife!

- She's no wife to you.
- You see?

See what?

All l can see is that
you slept with a carpenter.

Of course, it's such an honor
for our family.

So what if he's a carpenter.

But l love him.

And l hate all your breed.

And l hate your mommy,
the writer.

Don't touch my mother.
She has died. Don't do it!

Your mother didn't die.

- l killed her.
- What are you talking about?!

l didn't give her the medicine
when she was writhing there.

Because l wanted her to die.

- And she died.
- Don't listen to her, she's lying.

No, she isn't.
She is not lying!

Bastard!

From Mrs. such-and-such,

home address...

Telephone number, occupation.

- Typist.
- Yes.

Did you meet Mitya
through lrina Dmitriyevna?

Yes.

She told me about that.

Her novel was to be out then,
she was in a great hurry,

writing chapter after chapter, and
Mitya brought them to your home, right?

Right.

By the way, she praised you,
she said you typed very well.

Maybe you'll help me?

Thank you.

Please.

Well?

Yes?

My husband, such-and-such,

is missing.

The last time l saw him...

The last time l saw him...

l can't type so fast.
Can you go slower?

Don't be so nervous.

- What if your wife...
- l have no wife.

The last time l saw him...

Now continue by yourself.

What was your
relationship with Mitya?

- A normal relationship.
- l know it was normal.

Then why ask?

- Perhaps he was jealous.
- Of whom?

Or you were. Or someone else
was jealous of your husband.

Yevgeny Petrovich, please don't
make us look so primitive.

- Mitya has disappeared.
- Yes.

And l ask you to look into it.

We'll look into it. We will.

As for primitiveness,
Katia, you are...

Everyone is so complex now,
just like characters in books.

Want me to tell you a story?

About two months... Don't type it,
it's not for the record.

About two months ago, a man
killed an old woman with an axe.

She used to sell him vodka at night,
and then she didn't give it on credit.

So he murdered her, took his vodka
and went to drink it with friends.

An electrician from a sanatorium.

And no remorse, no pangs of
conscience.

He says she was idling her life
away, her kind should be killed.

So what?

A nice woman, a librarian,

fell in love with a policeman.

And she loved him so much!

She left home, her family and children.

And he had an affair with her,
and then dumped her, of course.

And what do you think?

She threw herself under a train.

l don't understand why you're
telling me all this.

A girl got married.
Everything was just great.

A house, a wonderful husband.

Only one hitch -
her mother-in-law was a tyrant.

What is there to do?

Right. She jumped
in the river from a precipice.

So our life here is
most interesting, dear Katia.

Well?

So what?

- What did he say?
- Nothing special.

What do you mean, ''nothing special''?

He made up a report.

Distinctive marks, what he wore,
when l saw him last.

And so on, and so on.

- What if they find him?
- They won't.

They'll look for him, and then
will stop looking.

You think they're fools?

They are.

ln any case,
when lrina Dmitriyevna died,

no one wanted to know
why she died.

- But she had a stroke.
- Exactly.

You didn't give her the medicine
on purpose?

Tell me, you deliberately
didn't give her the medicine?

Let's give them a lift.

Drive on.
Don't stop, drive on.

Can you take us to the sanatorium?
Oh, hi.

Sure. Get in.

No, thanks. We...

- Get in.
- Really?

Get in, girls.

What's wrong?

The poor thing got car-sick.
Such a poor girl.

Mother-in-law died, husband's missing,
and she was alright. Now she got sick.

What the hell are you talking about?

Oh, come on, perhaps she's pregnant.
Right, Sergei?

You'd better go and help her.

Get out.
Get out.

What are people saying?

Why? You scared?

l'm not scared.

Where have you been all this time?

- Went to visit my mother.
- Good.

When did you come back?

Why do you want to know?
You've got a wife now.

How's your pussy cat?

She's doing fine.

- Has she grown?
- Yes.

You live at the same place?

No.

Where?

C'mon, where?

Tell me the address. Quick.

Come on.

- l'll go.
- Wait.

l'll just talk to them.

lt's time.

That's it, l can't do it anymore.

l want to sleep.

Sleep.

Come here.

Kiss me.

Go to sleep.
Sleep.

That day he was to leave for
another city, but he didn't go.

lnstead, they were drinking wine
and made love.

She was losing her mind in his embrace.

Now she finally believed
in her happiness.

She knew that nothing
could separate them.

They were to live
long, happy years together,

waking up and going to sleep side
by side, dividing everything...

How do you like this ''dividing''?

lnto equal parts.

Can you tell me
who wrote this?

Can you tell me?

l did.

Why?

Why are you rewriting
lrina Dmitriyevna's novel?

l think it's better this way.

Katia, l understand
that you're in grief.

But you'd better
bring us the original.

And take this back, please.

l thought it was more truthful.

They wanted to be happy,
and they've become happy.

Do you understand?

Of course.
lf you want to be happy, be happy.

- Everybody knows that.
- See? So l'm right.

Of course you're right.

But our publishers want
lrina Dmitriyevna's novel.

Not yours.

Then publish this gibberish.

lt's not for you to judge.

Yourjob is to type it
grammatically correct.

What can you understand?

Just look at yourself.
You look miserable.

And you have no happiness
because you don't believe in it.

And l do.

Why should l talk to you at all,
you poor thing?

Seryozha!

Seryozha.

Where have you been?

l'm sorry.

You've given me quite a scare,
Katia.

The car is left on the road, the house
is wide open, you're lying on the floor.

Yes, l got sick.
lt's my back.

l decided to pay you a visit

and find out if there's something
new in our case.

No, nothing new.

l took the novel with me.

l wanted to discuss it with you.

Have you already typed the ending?

No.
Oh, l don't remember.

lt's alright, alright.

Don't worry.

You should take care of yourself.
Shall l call the doctor?

You know, l like
your version better.

The version of the ending
you wrote.

You've created quite a stir
at the editorial office.

All right, get well, Katia.
l got to go.

Don't go.

l'm afraid.

Don't be afraid, Katia.

And don't give up.

You must stand up for yourself.
You must fight.

What for?

For living on. Aren't you interested
in what happens next?

l'm scared.

Everything will be all right, Katia.

Everything will be all right.

l'm with you.

Hi.
Are you looking for Sergei?

- He's left in the morning.
- Left for where?

The sanatorium here.
lt's not far.

Rails, rails,
slates, slates,

A train was going which was late.

From the last car,
the grain pours wide and far.

Chickens came,
began to peck, peck, peck.

Cocks came,
began to beck, beck, beck.

A man came out,
and swept all away, away.

Put up a table and a typewriter,
and began to type.

l have bought for wife and daughter,
dash, dot, dash, dot,

the Ukrainian boots neat,
dash, dot, dash, dot,

to fit their...

The typewriter again.

l have bought for wife and daughter,
dash, dot, dash, dot,

the Ukrainian boots neat,
dash, dot, dash, dot,

to fit their feet...

Seryozha.

Seryozha.

Seryozha.

Seryozha, please don't.

What is it?

l don't know how to live without you.

l'm dying without you.

You want her?

Live with her.
Only don't leave me.

What the hell are you talking about?

l'm in your way, right?

Then kill me.

You know how to do it.

Bitch!

Could she really
deliberately hide it?

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

l'd like to talk to you.

Come in, come in.

This way, please.

- Sit down right here.
- Thank you.

What to hold him?

Here.

Don't worry, he's very quiet.

Well, what's happened?

Nothing.

How about some homemade brandy?

lrina Dmitriyevna liked it very much.

What a wonderful woman she was,
a talented woman.

You never knew
what to expect from her.

She told me once, ''Romanov,
stop catching murderers.

Let's breed rabbits together.''

Cheers.

l loved lrina Dmitriyevna.

Loved her very much.

l know you were friends.

We weren't friends.
We were lovers.

ltjust happened.
l was younger than she.

She used to laugh at me.
She called me an aesthete.

What kind of aesthete am l?
l simply loved her.

Let's drink to her
and the two of us.

l did buy the rabbits.

But she didn't want to kill them.

Why breed them then, l said.
For their skins and meat.

No, she said, we'll let them go
to the woods, at large.

Then one day she called me
from the city, and said:

'' l found a man
who will kill them.''

She meant that restorer of hers.

Sergei.
He agreed to kill.

No.

He didn't kill.

And who did?
Who killed?

l did.

lt was me who didn't give her
the medicine.

lt was me who hit Mitya.

Well, well.

Put me in prison.

Help me.

l promised you, Katia,
that l won't let anyone harm you.

But l killed them.

l don't have any evidence
against you, my dear.

And what shall l do?

l don't know.

We're late for the last train.
We can go only tomorrow morning.

- Let's stay here.
- Don't touch it.

Why?

She must have left for the city.
Will be back only in the morning.

My landlady won't let me in anyway.

Don't talk nonsense.

Sure, stay here.

There's enough room for everybody.

Katia, l'm sorry. We came for my
passport. We're leaving tomorrow.

lt's in the upstairs room,
on the bookshelf.

- Will you have dinner?
- No, we got to go.

Are you going to drag
this kid into the rain?

- You have nowhere to sleep.
- We'll think of something.

You don't have to think of anything.

Everything has been thought up
for us already.

We're going to eat now, and tomorrow
morning l'll take you to the station.

Come on, be simpler,
my friends, be rough.

This is life.

Wait.

Quiet, that's it.

Silence.
Let's sleep.

Please.

Thank you.

And what's this?

This?

lt's a game.

Looks so beautiful.
May l?

Sure.

Katia, l wanted to tell you. You...

lf you need anything, you know,
massage, come to me in the sanatorium.

Thank you. l'll sure come.

We'll be gone only a week,
and then you can come.

My mother is so good,
she understands everything.

You know, any shots or sun lamp.

- Just come and l'll do it.
- Thanks, Sonya, l'm well.

Let's go.

Come on.

- What's happened?
- l think a tyre got flat.

We can make it. We're almost there.

Maybe we'll make it,
but l have to look anyway.

Wait.

The rear one on the left.

Oh boy, where're we going?

Oh God!

Cast:

Katia - lngeborga DAPKUNAlTE

lrina Dmitriyevna -
Alisa FRElNDLlKH

Sergei - Vladimir MASHKOV

Mitya - Aleksandr FEKLlSTOV

Romanov - Yuri KUZNETSOV

Sonya - Natalya SHCHUKlNA

Editor - Avangard LEONTYEV