All language subtitles for PRUEBA DE SUB

Maxim Gorkii Central Film Studio
(Children and Youth Films)

LET'S LIVE TILL MONDAY

Scriptwriter G. Polonsky

Directed by S. Rostotsky

Camera V. Shumsky

Art department B. Dulenkov

Music K. Molchanov

Sound department A. Izbutsky

Song lyrics by Nikolai Zabolotsky

THURSDAY

Good morning, Ilya Semyonovich.
- Hello.

The broom, quick!

Why is it croaking?
- It's swearing

Such feathers, such a lovely beak!

It must be charming when you speak!

How do you call this bird in English?

A crow.

Crow, crow, crow!

Cherevichkina, give us your sandwich!
Get lost!

Don't be a cheapskate.

Enough!

It's a living being

You mustn't treat it like that.

Where are you going?
Take the broom away.

Rita, take the broom away.

Take your places.

Kostya, wait, sit down

Sit down everybody.
Quiet. Quiet, everyone

- Something is coming...
- You reckon?

They'll be ranting and raving, nothing more.

Where did the crow come from?
- You should have noticed.

You're a bureau member.
They will hold you responsible.

So what?
- So nothing.

Just when this thing is investigated
by the higher authority

You can tell them that it was me who brought the crow.
For a different reason though.

You?
- Yep.

It's very nice of you, actually.
I've been staving it off

but the day of reckoning was coming.
I've been neglecting English.

My crow is a clever bird.
It took care of it.

You should be going. Your bodyguard will worry.
- Because of you?!

Quiet, children, please.

You're not helping.

Natalya Sergeyevna.
- Wait, Shestopalov.

Come here, come, come.
I'll give you some bread.

Some wheat bread, and rye bread.
Come, come, come.

Come here, come.

I was teaching a lesson,
and suddenly it flew...

I did not enquire who'd brought it.

Maybe it came on her own?
- Sure it did.

To get warm.

It's cold out there.

Is it true that he used to be your teacher?

Ilya Semyonovich

Why are you like that?

Okay, I made a mistake,
but you could help.

How?

If you need their love, well,
they're crazy about you.

And you don't need love anymore?

Love's an evil.

Don't let them push you around.
Keep your distance, to not be sorry later.

I can't help you.
Never tried to catch crows.

Gotcha!
- Well done. Congratulations!

The only crow trainer in the world,
the show's sold out.

An only performance today, leave tomorrow,
hurry everyone.

Silence!

Take your places.

Take your place.

If you wish.

Silence!

Mommy told me
it's very bad to kill birdies.

No trial, no record.

It's high, Natalya Sergeyevna,
and it's all wrapped up.

Why did you do that?
The boys have captured it.

Stop talking.

Silence, please.

The memorial service may now start.

The deceased has sacrificed her life
to the public education.

Batischev, shut up!

Maybe it's okay.

I'll go have a look, okay?

I can even bring it back.
Dead or alive.

Don't bring it here.
Take it to Ilya Semyonovich.

He should know the sacrifices
made for him.

Cherkasova, go out.
Out!

Guys, our teacher's been replaced.

We had a great outgoing girl...

Batischev, go out.

Don't call me a girl.

A woman then, sorry.
And now a tyrant

You'll debate it behind the door.
Be quick.

You'll end up alone.

I'm not holding anyone.

Oh, go on, go on.
I enjoy listening to you.

I just don't like the darkness.

What was that you were playing?

Lonely Wanderer, Grieg.

Yes... few people understand good music.

I always say, we shouldn't
limit ourselves by our subjects.

We should have a broader view, right?

Then personal life of some would benefit, too.

If you start thinking about it...

If you start thinking, sure.

By the way...
Why aren't you heading home?

You don't long to?
- It's raining.

Raining...

Yes, sure.

"It is raining in my town...

...it is raining day and night...

...and whatever I say
you don't listen to me..."

Don't get upset.

You shouldn't.

You shouldn't be playing
the lonely pedestrian, either.

Wanderer.

A Lone Traveller

Exactly.

Nothing will happen to her.
The board will forgive her. And you, first of all.

Give me a cigarette.

She's just a girl.

She's only just started.

You and I, we can't allow ourselves
anything. Or forgive.

What's the matter with you?

Why have you changed so much?

"We're overweak to guide our lives

And in our youthful years

The hurried vows we tender

Do but amuse omniscient fate."

So simply said, so calmly.

And for all times.

Any wonder! Classic

Who?

Sounds like Nekrasov. No?

No way?

Not Tyutchev?

Still far

Fet?

Far. It's not from school curriculum.

I'm giving up

Baratynsky

Ah well, you know... No one can remember
all second-rate authors. Baratynsky!

He's been transferred

Where?

To the first-rate list.
Haven't you heard?

You've become mean,

indifferent and lonely.

You've retreated into yourself
nurturing your pessimism.

You're an historian. It's not good, you know.
Even politically.

I'm now teaching history
before 1917, Svetlana Mikhailovna.

So it's okay, politically.

Apparently, your mom's waiting.

Apparently. Good-bye.

Thanks.
5.80 for the sweets, please.

22 kopecks for bread, please.

Ilya Semyonovich

Rudnitsky, Borya!

That's right. How do you do?
How do you do, Boris?

Still living and working at the same place?

Yes. Borya, what's does this
chauffeured vehicle mean?

Our department treats its valued staff
better than yours.

I find it tragic that a man like you
bides his time in a secondary school.

You might be used with a higher ECE.
- With what?

ECE, energy conversion efficiency.
- Oh.

How are you?

I'm fine, Ilya Semyonovich.
No complaints.

Married?

Free.

By the way, I heard that one our common acquaintance has settled in your school.

How's she... Manages?

Too early to say. She's got some problems.
Everyone has.

Yeah, she loves problems.

She even creates them, additionally.

Not just for herself - it's her choice.
But for other people, too.

Damn it, I'll tell you.

Imagine a bride who
at the doorstep of the registry office

mumbles "I'm sorry",
dumps the flowers and runs away.

Noble. And honest.

It's not just humiliated me, it's also
disrupted my one-year business-trip to England.

You know how they 'like' to send single men.

But it's all for the best, of course.

Do you know the song?

"There's a place for everything in life,

The good and the evil live nearby,

If a bride leaves you for someone,

It's a big question who's the lucky one."

Maybe I'm wrong?

You're right, Borya, you're right.
Could you stop please?
- It's not Arbat yet.

I'll walk. I also need to go to a pharmacy.

It's raining. Shall I wait for you?
- No, thanks.

You're right, that my efficiency
could have been much higher.

Good-bye

Anyone called?
- Oh yes

Who?
- Moviegoers

Who?
- Those who want to visit "Progress" cinema

They were asking what's on and when.
I was saying that the rain was on, all the time.

What if they start asking for a bath-house?
Or the Holy Synod?

Poor you. At her 70 your mother's
not dumb yet.

The old hag wants to know the news - what a trouble!

She's interested in her son's thoughts,
and his work.

One could talk to the old witch for half an hour,
and it would last her a week, to think of the said.

It's not theatre, mom, just everyday stuff.

I don't know what to tell, honest.

Did I tell you that Gorelova came to work with us?

Who?

Natasha Gorelova... of our graduates, six years ago.

Do you remember?
- Natasha Gorelova. Of course I remember.

She had a romance with that one, what's his name... Your favourite.
- Come on

With Borya Rudnitski!

Do you remember that?
- Yes. Thanks, mom.

What are you looking for?
- Never mind... What is she teaching, then?

English.
- English... at your school.

My loafers disrupted her lesson today.
- Is she still in love with you?

What are you talking about, mom?
- Me? You used to tell me that she didn't let you teach.

Staring at you with those eyes of hers...

I don't remember. - Well, I knew it myself.
Do you know how she wept in our kitchen, in my lap

after the graduation,
lamenting that you're so old.

You got carried away, mom. Good night.
- Good night

What's on tonight?

"Progress" cinema

Really? How odd...

Natalya Sergeyevna, Melnikov here.

Sorry, stupid joke.

I saw you leaving...
in tears.

You shouldn't, really.
If every silly crow...

Ah, you'll sort it out yourself.

Okay, all right, all right.

I'm sorry.

FRIDAY

If you can tell me, what kind of person - good morning...

invites a boy for some music and dry wine?
- Indeed.

And why is it called "a birthday party"?

My Valery comes, and there's just that girl, alone.
- Well, they watch too many foreign movies.

Music, dry wine... you shouldn't believe it.
Your Valera's lying. She's the third one there, okay?

Can you imagine, I wake up at 1 AM, not on my pillow.
- Are you for real?

It's so interesting, Klavdia Sergeyevna!
- On copy-books, Igor Stepanovich.

I see, I see.

I've been marking them and fell asleep.

It's hanging outside the window.

Yes.

As usual.
At seven... yes.

Allochka, have a heart. There are others, too.
- Sure, sure.

Good morning. - Good morning.
- Hello.

So what's happened, huh?

Don't shrug.

Is it okay if I call you by your first name?
- Yes.

It's your home now.

You came of here, now you are back.
So it's not polite to be aloof.

I'm not aloof.

That's good.

What are you looking for, Raisa Pavlovna?
- Protractor, the big wooden one.

Behind the cabinet.

Come on, I want to know your opinion.

It's, you know, hair salon literature.
- Really?
- While you're waiting there...

Every line belongs to a complacent,
self-loving, indifferent author.

Hello there. - Hello. - Hello.

He can write this today and otherwise tomorrow.
I don't believe him.
- Strange. I liked it.

Oh, Natasha dear, yours are older at least.
But my, little ones,

bring mirrors too, and just primp and preen.

I'm telling them, 'Don't put no mirrors
in your desks,' but them do it anyways.

I say again, 'Don't put no mirrors,' but them do it.

For God's sake, it's horrible.

Yes, it's you I'm talking to.
Are you a teacher or...

You talking to me?

Don't use double negatives, my dear Taisia Nikolayevna,
where did you hear it? We're not in the marketplace!

If you don't care about the kids,
then at least spare our ears!

Hello.

Calm down, you shouldn't...
Wait a second.

What?

- Please ask kids not to touch anything. My lab lesson was nearly ruined yesterday.
- Why me?
- Your class was before mine

Well, Ilya Semyonovich?
You see a mote in other people's eyes.

The class you are responsible for
did not come for the lesson.

And there is not a single coat in the cloakroom.
Congratulations!

Please don't worry, I can do it myself.

Whose lesson should they be at?

Mine

Look, Sanya!

Ilya Semyonovich...

Where are you going?

Calm down!

Hello.
Good morning, Ilya Semyonovich.

A strike, huh?
A strike.

What are your claims?
- Ilya Semyonovich, we want

Our human rights to be respected.

Miss English should be called to order.
She's rude.

Yes, tell him, Batya...
- Tell him, Kostya.

Natalya Sergeyevna treated us very nicely at first.
- And you disrupted her lesson for that.

Let me say my thought to the end.

Express your thought, you mean.
I'm happy to listen, in the classroom.

It's warmer there, of course.

But we'll endure cold.

We'll come... to the next lesson.

Demidova, you're the class president.
Why is Batischev giving orders?

Because my willpower is weaker.

Class president is working-class aristocracy.

Okay, jokes are over. Enough.

We're not joking. It's serious.
- Serious, you say?

Long time ago, the Russian society
was shocked by the execution of
revolutionaries Zhelyabov, Perovskaya, Kibalchich.

Or pleas for help leaked from
the prisoners of Oryol penal colony.

They were being tortured.

In such cases, the kids your age
did not come for their classes.

They called it a strike and
a struggle for human rights.

Just like Syromyatnikov.

But hitting back a woman who's had a breakdown

is not decent.

Let's not prolong the bad things,
like the ancients used to say.

There you are!
Look

I'm sorry, guys,

I was out of line.

Come on, Natalya Sergeyevna, it's our fault.
- It's our...

Well, you are not blameless either. Behaved like pigs.
- Correct, Natalya Sergeyevna...

We're pigs.
- I'm alone to blame. It's my crow.

I brought it for a different reason,
but it got away.

Hm, I thought it was Syromyatnikov.

No way, Natalya Sergeyevna,
I'm all about cattle.

Okay, kids...

Close your books.

What is the English for 'yekhat verkhom'?

Syromyatnikov?
- To ride - rode - ridden.

Wonderful!

Ah, there you are

I'm sorry, Natalya Sergeyevna.
I thought I should help to sort this out.

What's up?

Who are you boycotting?

Sit down, sit.

You knew that the vice-principal is on sick leave,
that your teacher is young, and you used it?

No secrets, please.
No one is going to threaten you
with administrative action.

I just want to know what
got into your heads?

Whose idea it was?

We've sorted it out already.

Natalya Sergeyevna knows.

Everything is fine now.

Aha, I see.

You have your own secrets and relations?

Right. I won't be interfering, then.

"Who cannot draw on three thousand years is living from hand to mouth." - J. W. von Goethe

Come on, Yura, read that.

Who cannot draw...
- Okay, good, some more.

on three tho.. thousand...

Ilya Semyonovich, these are kids from class 1-A.
Their teacher got suddenly sick and left.

No one said what to do,
so I'm showing them around your museum.

Okay

Who's your teacher?
- Taisia Nikolayevna

Essay (choice):
1. The character of Katerina in Ostrovsky's "The Thunderstorm"

2. Bazarov and Rakhmetov

3. My Idea of Happiness

Is an epigraph necessary for "Happiness"?
- It's desirable.

Happiness is

Cherkasova, enough.

How long are going to look around for?

Concentrate!
Do you know why you can't write?

Because your mind is in a haze.
Who thinks clearly, expresses clearly.

Don't worry, continue.

What's happened, Ilya Semyonovich?
- Nothing.

Your face is...
- What about it?

It's not like you.

For conspiracy's sake.

A distance?
Shall we keep it?

You know better. I'm no longer your teacher,
Natalya Sergeyevna.

I see

Where are our kids?

They are writing an essay. My lesson has been taken for that.
- Do you regret?

Regret that not two.

Come with me.

Hello. - Hello.

"My Idea of Happiness."

She didn't offer us such topics.

We usually wrote about
typical representatives in literature.

Such serious faces.

Inspired.

Syromyatnikov's cheating.

Stealing someone's happiness.

You'll see things like that every single day.

You'll get sick of it.

I don't understand how they can write about it.
I couldn't.

It's impossible to explain. Happiness...

It's like trying to pin down a Sun ray.

No rays.
They'll write what is expected of them.

Want to come in?

I've got a lesson.
- I'm free.

Syromyatnikov

Happiness, I think, is to be appreciated

Do you realise what you've written?

Nadya, my little darling,
do you realise?

I'm all for being sincere, that's why
I offered this topic in the first place, but...

Such dreams at your age?
Just try to think of it!

I thought that you...
- What?

I'm stupid, Svetlana Mikhailovna.
I'm really stupid.

It's sad, but it's better than being depraved.
- What did you write, Nadya?

What did you write?
- It can't be read out loud.

Why not? Maybe we're all writing something wrong,
like her.

Don't worry. You wouldn't think of
anything like that.

Continue working.
- Give me back my essay.

Here

Take it and tear it up. I permit

And try to write about Katerina.
You may have enough time left.

Write on.

No. I'll read it.

If you can know, we can too.
Of course! Sure

Shut up!
- Why?

Don't you understand? There are boys here!
- Ha. So what?

Give back your essay!
- I won't!

All right. Read it.

You'll be ashamed of yourself.
Go on, read!

If we speak about happiness, it must be sincere.
Not just rational.

Many of us are shy to write about love,
even though every girl is dreaming about it.

Even the ugliest,
who doesn't have any hope.

I think one should always hope.

I want to meet a man
who would love children.

Because without children,
a woman cannot be really happy.

If there is no war, I'd like to have
two boys and two girls.

Shush!

Yes! Two boys and two girls!

Then, all their lives,
no one will feel lonely.

The older will take care of little ones,
and there will be happiness in the house.

I did not write anything about work,
but don't mothers have a lot of work?

So, where is the problem?

What's the problem, really?
What's wrong about that?

I can't believe it!
- You shouldn't worry so much.

She's going have children with
her own husband, not someone else's.

Enough!

This class is the world's end.

No shame, no modesty

Hand your essays over!

Happiness is to be appreciated!

Me again. Hello

Hi

Come in

Take a seat

You shouldn't be coming, comrade Levikova, really.
- I'm not just coming... I'm taking leave from work.

You called him out again yesterday, didn't you?

I did.

You're busy? Sorry.

Just two minutes, okay?

So you asked him questions in class.

Yes, I did.

And he told us that Herzen went abroad
to prepare the Great October revolution,

together with Karl Marx.

What should I do, cry or laugh?

I'll send you abroad at home, you'll see!
- Why are you fighting?

It's a bad approach.

That's not right.

Go away, go.

You know, Ilya Semyonovich,
we can't have a "Fail"

They will kick him out of Pioneers House, love,
out of the dance group.

Where will he go? Back on the street?
- I didn't give him a "Fail". He's got a "Pass"

"Limited Achievement"

Thank you!
- For God's sake don't thank me!

You should not.

You're reminding me again
that I'm lying for you.

No, it's not for me. It's not for me.

In any case, not for Vova's chance
to dance in that group.

It's not his legs he should be exercising,
it's his memory and speech.

Memory. Memory, yes.
Thanks for the advice.

Ever cared to wonder why his memory's poor?
And speech?

Maybe his father's a third-generation alcoholic.

Maybe my boy couldn't hold his head up until 18 months old.
No one believed he'd survive.

Kids on the street still call him "retard"

I apologize. I shouldn't be saying that.

The Russian teacher says "memory"...
and the physics teacher too...

This used to be my desk

Will you excuse me, Natalya Sergeyevna?

Come tomorrow, then
- Let's call if off, maybe?
- No, come tomorrow

Nikolai Borisovich... wait, don't go yet

I need a leave
- What?

I can't work anymore
- Off with you!

The school year's just begun

What's up with you?

Health problems? Liver?
- It's the geography teacher who's got liver.

Ah, right. So what's up with you?

Well... general condition

Aren't you dodging?

Have you decided to finish your thesis?
- Come on, it's a thing of the past.

A shame! I've been long wanting to tell you,
now's the right time for that subject.

Great recommendation for the research.
And a strong stimulus to finish it.

"The right time"

Did you try vitamin B12?
Bum injections?

It helped my wife

May I write a request?

It's not a sensible conversation, Ilya Semyonovich.

To get a leave at the beginning of the year,
one needs a reason so serious, that God forbid...

What if my reason's exactly that serious?
Who can determine?

Medical science, of course

Do you hear me?
- No. Because you don't hear me

Have you thought who am I going
to replace you with?

You can replace me with yourself.
We graduated in the same major.

Can you allow me to teach now?
Mangle young souls?

My views are malleable. I change easily.
I swear by fresh newspapers.

That's what you used to say.
- I did

"I did." Oh, brother,
the things you've been saying...

An historian! I'm an administrator, Ilya.
I get new equipment, and I'm happy.

I manage to get air-conditioners, and I'm proud

We are not thinking of others enough

Here's a simple example: Svetlana Mikhailovna
has been teaching here for 20 years tomorrow.

Fine, let's collect three rubles apiece and buy her...
a crocodile

Even jokes you make are principled

You know, Ilya... one can respect you

but it's hard to love you.
- Okay, don't love me. Give me my leave

I won't

You want to have rest?
To nurse your honesty?

Let others build?

Once it's all finished - welcome Ilya Semenovich -
and you won't shake our hands,

saying "You've got your hands dirty, while building"

Depending on what kind of dirt, I might not want to shake it.
- Exactly. That sums you up

You know, Ilya... Principles, they won't feed you,
or improve your health, or keep you warm

Principles are not kebab,
or vitamin B12, or hot-water bottle

Some eccentrics sacrifice their lunch for them

Sometimes even more than that.
In 1941, near Vyazma, you and I knew it very well

History is a discipline
which makes a human a citizen

Right?
- Okay, right

Here's a textbook published this year. This year!
- Come on, Ilya. Life goes on

Have you ever thought about the
huge importance of paper?

We should acknowledge its endless patience

You can write on it:
"Upon the hills of Georgia lies darkness of the night"

or a squeal about on a neighbour

One can rewrite the thesis to take out
just one name, one fact

to shift the accents.
If there's enough paper, why not?

It will withstand anything

But our souls and the kids' souls
are not made of paper, Kolya

Want to see how they pleased me today?

Interesting.
- Interesting, indeed

Strip-tease of the soul

I don't think so
- You don't have to

We have different experience
and different moral values

The goal is the same, though

You're a happy person, Natasha

Me?

Yeah, as happy as a clam

You know...
- I know, my girl, I know

Just don't delay with the baby, you both.
It's a common teachers' problem

That princess is right, after all

Though it's beyond her reach

Oh yes

Otherwise you'll be left to deal
with other people's happiness only

I've got it here, of 24 sorts,
for all tastes

Two Katerinas, one Bazarov

All the rest is about happiness

You go now

If you can't give me a leave,
just fire me then and the hell with it!

What are you going to do then?
Plant gooseberry? Write memoirs?

I can be a guide at a museum

You think the exposition there doesn't change?

It does.
- So what's the difference?

There, I'll deal with random people.
They come once, listen, and go away

And here...
- I'm not satisfied with your explanations

Are you satisfied with a teacher
who's no longer a teacher?

What do you mean, no longer a teacher?

To sow wise, kind and eternal things...

and see thistle and hemlock to grow.
- Enough of this symbolism

That's nonsense, dear Ilya.
Who's a teacher if you aren't one.
And who are you if aren't a teacher?

Let me have my leave

Honestly... after all,
can't I have my personal reasons?

Write your request. Take your leave,
go to the museum, to the circus, wherever you want.

Thank you

You came to see me?
- Not you, no

Let's discuss it, okay?

Syromyatnikov, either leave
or sit like a normal person

As if I need this!

You were saying, that things are boring,
no social work

Go on, make suggestions then

Write it down

Activity one: baptizing Nadya's babies

What was that for?

Is she crazy?
I was just kidding.

Not good, Kostya.
She's had her share today.

Who asked her to show her sincerity?
Everyone might have ideas. Why share them in essays?

Happiness for a grade. Nonsense

And you, what did you write, then?
- I didn't touch on that subject at all

I was peacefully writing about Bazarov

Enough!

Batischev's right. After this essay,
some look like fools, and others - like scoundrels

Why are you cursing?
- It's not why we gathered here, Shestopalov

Sit down, Sveta.
You're a good person, but you better sit down

I got it now. Those who wrote sincerely like Nadya,
they are fools and will be taunted

Who lied and used the P2 principle, those are scoundrels.
- What's P2?

The first P is for "pick right",
the second P - for "please"

When famous people's thoughts and quotes neatly prepared at home,
and an "HD" is virtually guaranteed.

Do we have people like that, Ella?
- I don't know. Perhaps

So what do you suggest?
- To go home

Everything's clear. Everyone's happy

Gena Esq.

Why are you so sad?
- Drop it, Gena

Are you familiar with the damn's worth theory?

Use it to look at things. It helps
- I'll try

You know what, let's go to my place?
I'm almost fixed with the tape recorder, you could help

I don't feel like it

I know what you feel like. You want me to scram,
and Rita to say with you. Am I right?

It can be arranged. I'm not greedy,
right, Rita?

Gena, say yes, or he'll change his mind

You'll walk and talk, or go to the movies.
Say something

I don't have any money.
- No need, I've got three rubles

No, I have to pay him rental.
How much per hour, Kostya?

Idiot!

Yeah, you can end up without an eye for such jokes.
- Nutcase!

You should see a doctor, Shestopalov,
you know

You've got a hypersensitive ego, like every shorty

You want a slap, too?
You'll get it!

Go on. Go

On my way home, I was thinking of you...
My scattered thoughts were wandering about...

The Book of Wandering, I thought it would not lie.
I hoped that in some chapter

your shore will appear out of the fog,
out of weightless mist

But the ship's chart is wrong,
I see it clearly now.

The Earth is spinning madly,
but we are as distant as ever

Some more?

You write much better now.
More artistic

Okay, we should go

Otherwise someone will come and start yelling
- There's no one else in the school

There's always someone in the school.
Even at night

Imagine that there's no one.
Just us

Don't count on me getting all lyrical
because of your poetry

I don't.
I'm not such an Utopian

After all, that's not what
verses are written for

Come on

I've warned you

Nothing will ever happen between us

You see...

You're a little boy, Gena

I was like that in 7th grade

You want the truth?
- Well?

Rationally, I know that, as a person,
you're nothing special

Not a ray of light in the darkness

That's interesting
- I know that

and yet I try to disregard it

What?
- I'm sorry, you won't understand it

I've only understood it 2 days ago myself

So what did you understand 2 days ago?

That everyone needs to be in love.
With someone, or something.
Always, all the time

Life is boring otherwise

For me, the easiest thing is to fall in love with you.
For the lack of better

So you don't care what I think of you?
- Nope.

It doesn't change a thing

What's important is the impulse inside

So you are free to think that it's not you
that I'm in love with

It might be, say, Cherevichkina

Poetry is easier, huh?
Dedicate your poems to Cherevichkina from now on

Good luck

Natasha!

Modelling different creative processes
defined by gifts, predispositions

and, finally, the talents,
is a daring but manageable task

I'm holding some sheet music. This music
was written by an electronic composer

Don't be surprised. Of course, humans
were setting tasks for this electronic composer

You be the judges of the composition's merits

There will be viewers who would say:
"A machine cannot feel,

and emotions are the essence of music"

But first of all...

First of all, we should define precisely
what is a human emotion, soul, human itself

Will he define, I wonder?

And then, the music you'll hear
isn't Mozart, of course

Thanks for that

Everything's got cold

Mom...
give me some vodka

And a glass

Oh, a strange letter arrived for you today,
I signed

"News of Music" program is over

In a few minutes, we will resume the broadcast
of the hockey match from the Sports Palace

Dear comrade Melnikov, I am very busy and therefore
forced to address you in writing.

My daughter has been regularly getting poor grades
for your subject, which is surprising and worrying.

After all, history is not mathematics,
one doesn't need be too smart to master it.

I have personally ... they have personally, you see?
checked her knowledge of the textbook's chapters 61 to 65,
and I consider B (High Achievement) to be an appropriate grade.

I strongly recommend you re-check my daughter's knowledge
of the above-mentioned chapters. Potekhin.

A big shot

All that on an official letterhead.
He couldn't be bothered to buy paper

Why are you so worried? You said once,
if someone is dim it's incurable

Voltaire said it, not me.
Mom, he's not so dim

He's inspired... by the memories

Hey, look what I found

Vanya Kovalyov. Remember the article about him?
A prominent physicist
- I remember

Thanks, mom. I'm full

To Polina Andreevna,
the mother of the man we admire.
From Natasha Gorelova. June 28, 1960.

Is it drizzling again?

Mom, have you ever noticed
some despair in impersonal sentences?

It's drizzling... it's windy... it's getting dark.

You know why?

No one to complain about

And no one to fight

If someone calls, I'm not here

Hello?

He's not in

Oh... hello... hello?

You said you weren't here

SATURDAY

Igor Stepanovich! I didn't notice you.
- I'm in soft slippers

Hello
- Good morning, good morning

I came to criticize you, Natasha
- What's the matter?

It's not right, you know.
You're our young promising specialist

And you don't want to share our life

You didn't even give me your phone number
- What for?

Just in case

No big deal, the registry will tell

By the way, agents informed
that you're waiting for comrade Melnikov every day

Don't deny it. Only sincere acknowledgement
might mitigate your fate

And the fate below average, dear Natasha

He's got the dust of centuries on his glasses

He's not interested in women,
except Joan of Arc

Hello.
- Hello, Svetlana Mikhailovna

I've got your number already, by the way

We'll continue our conversation, I guess

Natasha

Hello

You don't have the first lesson, do you?
- Really?

I must have mixed up days

Allochka, just from home and calling already?
- As usual

- Formally, everyone's here,
but the thoughts are either back home or God knows where

Good morning
- Hello

Hello

Good morning
- Good morning.

Taisia Nikolaevna...
I'm sorry for what happened yesterday

It's okay

No, no, no

Hey, Ilya Semyonovich...

This is for you

For me?

Working in school for 20 years is something

Not that easy, right?
- Wow, that's right!

Comrades, I think we must celebrate the anniversary
properly and solemnly...

Good morning
- Good morning

Didn't you receive anything from my dad?

A letter?
- I did, and could you please tell him...

Don't Ilya Semyonovich. Never mind, please.
He's writing letters like that to everyone

Like who?
- Everyone. Even the minister of culture

Complaining that they film actors in wrong postures.
Please forgive him.

Okay?

Here. Tell the kids the lesson will be in the classroom.

Let me sit at your lesson!
- What for?

Don't ask questions. Just let me in.
I came an hour before my own lesson

Bullshit
- I heard it myself. I sat behind
the principal's door and heard everything

Come in, Natalya Sergeyevna

Sit down

Borisov's not here?

He's kind of sick

Last time we talked about the 17th October
Manifesto... quiet, please...

About the beginning of the first
Russian revolution. We'll revise that and move on

Syromyatnikov

What?
- Are you prepared?
- More or less

I have to go out there?
- Right

We're listening

Okay. The tsar's policy was cowardly and perdifious.
- What?

Perdifious.
- Perfidious. That means, disloyal

Or treacherous.
- Yes

Okay, go on.
- Fearful for his tsarist position

the tsar, of course, issued a manifesto.
He was promising the people a paradise on earth...

Could you be more specific?

Different freedoms... of speech...
of assembly...

Really, what's the point? He didn't do what he promised,
why should I repeat his lies?

After, the tsar displayed his nasty nature again
and continue ruling as before

So... you know... there... what's it called...

No one could tell him a thing.

And... after Peter the Great Russia didn't have
much luck with tsars. That's my personal opinion.

Suppose I give him a "Fail",
then he grows up to be Yuri Nikulin,

And it will look like I nearly strangled the future of National Art.
- So don't. Why "Fail"?

For "more or less"

Here lies the happiness of class 9-B

Instead of firm actions,
Shmidt sent telegrams to Nicholas II

demanding democratic freedoms.
In the meanwhile, the authorities overcame
the initial surprise and gathered troops

The cruiser "Ochakov" was shelled and set on fire

Shmidt was executed. He reaped the fruit
of his political naivety and short-sightedness

His show of heroism had little effect

Poor Shmidt, if he could only foresee
this posthumous reprimand

I'm not inventing anything, am I?

I hear it all the time: "Jaures didn't consider",
"Herzen couldn't see",
"Tolstoy failed to understand"...

As if history was made by a gang of underachievers

Anyone wants to object? Add something?

There's only 15 lines in the textbook about him

At your age, people read other books, too

Other books? No problem. In "The Golden Calf," for example,
Ostap Bender and his cronies pretended to be sons of Lieutenant Shmidt.

Want to hear it?
- Some other time

Can anyone add something?

Fifteen lines

Most people only get a dash
between two dates

What kind of man he was,
Lieutenant Petr Petrovich Shmidt?

Russian intellectual, a gifted man, a brave officer,
a seasoned sailor, an artistic soul

He sang, played cello, drew...
he was a brilliant public speaker

But his most precious gift was the ability
to feel other people's suffering more acutely than his own

This gift produces rebels and poets

Just imagine, once he met a woman on a train.
They spoke for 40 minutes,

and he fell deeply in love. Forever.

With her, or with the image of her
he had invented...

But it was a beautiful story. 40 minutes, and then
there were letters, hundreds of them. They're published.

Read them, and you won't dare judge
this man's mistakes and illusions with such arrogance

But he did make the mistakes, right?
- Sit down for now

Petr Shmidt was against violence,
like Dostoyevsky's Ivan Karamazov

He rejected universal harmony, if a single
child was sacrificed for its sake

He couldn't, wouldn't believe, that the language of machine-guns
is the only one to speak to the tsar

Bloodless harmony

Was it naive? Yes.
A mistake? Yes.

But I invite Batischev and everyone else
to think again

and understand the high price
of such mistakes

Listen, Kostya

The rebellion has started, and it's to you,
living 60 years ago

the rebellious "Ochakov" sailors come and say:
"The navy and the revolution need you"

You know that the rebellion is doomed. Your only cruiser
doesn't have any armour, or shells, its speed is barely 8 knots.

What would you do? Leave the sailors alone under the guns
of admiral Chukhnin or go and lead the rebellion?

And stand under fire and surely die.
- Without a chance of success? What's the point?

You and your points!
- That's right, Rita.

Quiet, quiet

So, the question is: What is the point
of Shmidt's actions and his death?

It's obvious, right?
- If not for men like him, there'd be no revolution!

He explained it himself
in his final speech, in court.

He explained in such a manner that even the guards
put their rifles aside

and were tried afterwards for that.

Fifteen lines.

May I, Ilya Semyonovich?
- Yes

Pardon my intrusion

Sit down

Something outrageous has happened

Last night someone came into the teachers' room,
took the essays written by your class and burned them.

Yes, burned

And at the crime scene - I'm not trying to joke here -
he left this... explanation

Which is both impudent and abstruse

I don't need to explain how cruel, how inhumane
the perpetrator was to Svetlana Mikhailovna

I won't discuss the political implications of these actions either.
There's just one thing I'd like to know:

Who did it?

I hope, I won't be forced into humiliating you and myself
by comparing handwriting and the like.

You won't

You, Shestopalov?
- Me

Come with me
- With my things?
- Yes, take your stuff

Natalya Sergeyevna, why are you here?

Ilya Semyonovich allowed me.
- Right

Got the picture?

Sit down

Where was I?

You were saying that 15 lines
is a lot

Right

He went to the principal, Natalya Sergeyevna?
- Where else?

Guys, Shestopalov's finished.
- Why did he burn them without telling anyone?

Just to be special. To show off

Hello
- Hello

...you read this message. Read what it says.

He's judging everyone by his standards.
- He wrote an explanation, we should read it.

He's just a nerd.
- What? You're a nerd yourself
- I'm completely normal

I am absolutely against it. We know very little about them,
and we completely neglect our direct duty.

Which is?
- Education, Svetlana Mikhailovna

So what now, Shestopalov?

I think it's too early to fight.
You better think. It's rather strange

You've been studying with Shestopalov for 9 years,
and yet you don't know him.

We do. He's honest

Well, if he's honest...

Sit down

You know what I heard? That our principal had carried Ilya Semyonovich
from behind enemy lines, when he was wounded.

Is it true?

It is true

Is it true that Ilya Semyonovich is leaving?

Leaving? What makes you say that?

Rumour

That's bullshit, Natalya Sergeyevna.
- Never mind, it's just gossip!

So I won't come to school tomorrow

Give me a cigarette.
- A glass of water, maybe?

Damn no, give me a cig

Go to the classroom

Don't even think of coming tomorrow
without your parents!

It'll be okay, don't get upset

I'm sorry, Ilya Semyonovich.
- Go to the classroom, I said

Well, thank you, Ilya Semyonovich!
- The wrong end.

An excellent present. So, a teacher's authority is nothing?
Everything's allowed?

Svetlana Mikhailovna!
- You want me to quit?

That's not what you should be saying. You teach literature.
A student wrote you a piece of poetry. How is it a bad thing?

Don't!

I'm not completely crazy yet, you know.

We give them all we've got, and they...
- What do we have to give, that's the question

"The fools made fools of themselves", he writes - who are they?
- Well, in this case, I'm afraid, that's us.

If he's wrong, we still have time to prove
that we are better than we seem

Prove? To whom?
- To them. Every day, at every lesson

If we can't, we should take up another trade,
where bad job is less crucial

Are you rehearsing your speech for the board?

Excuse me, Svetlana Mikhailovna. They're waiting for me.
- Why do you hate me so?

It's not you... how can I explain so that you would understand?
- One should have a heart to do that

Natalya Sergeyevna, I'll go have a look, okay?

Sit, sit

Go

Thank you, Natalya Sergeyevna

Thanks.

The board's on Monday.
- They didn't expel you?
- Nope

He helped?
- Yep

This has been an amazingly productive lesson

And now it's time to say goodbye

Next time we'll discuss the December
armed rebellion in Moscow

and I sincerely hope you won't
burn the school down before that

Natasha... I salvaged this. Do you want to hear?
- I do
- Take a sit

"It is not a tale, it's not a fable.
I saw it, and the others saw it, too:

How they tried to turn a majestic crane
Into a silly tame sparrow.

To deprive him of the blue infinity,
to bind him to the ground

they ringed and restrained him,
and registered in the note book.

They hid the white bird of my happiness
in the cabinet, tied up his wings

and made him breathe lukewarm dust
and forget all dreams...

But the bird had grown strong in the skies!
The fools made fools of themselves

Broken cage, handful of ashes

and the crane's back in the clouds!

Do you know what he wrote in his essay?
- No one will ever know now

I happen to know, by chance. He wrote
"Happiness is to be appreciated"

Was that it?
- That's it

I deserved it

Get up, you'll catch a cold

LET'S LIVE TILL MONDAY

VYACHESLAV TIKHONOV

IRINA PECHERNIKOVA

NINA MENSHIKOVA

MIKHAIL ZIMIN

N. MALISHEVSKY and D. SCHERBAKOV

OLGA ZHIZNEVA

LYUDMILA ARKHAROVA

VALERY ZUBAREV

OLGA OSTROUMOVA

IGOR STARYGIN

ROZA GRIGORYEVA

YURI CHERNOV