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What kinky dresses.

That's not what they're

wearing in Paris.

Were you in Paris?

I spent the summer in Belgrade.

Nina's dad is posted

in Yugoslavia.

But were you in Paris?

No, I was not in Paris.

Are you at school, Ivan?

Nobody'll have me.

I've served 5 years.

- Where?

- In jail.

Five long years.

Got any pure alcohol?

- No.

- Any toilet water?

There's French perfume.

I don't like French perfume.

Okay, let's have it.

Open the door, Ivan!

Are you okay?

Why'd you do it?

Were you mad on account

of your friends?

I'm going home. So long.

Where were you?

- Don't you feel well?

- I'm nauseous.

It's probably food poisoning.

- Should I call an ambulance?

- No, I'll be all right.

- What'd you eat?

- Ice cream.

Why, you smell of perfume.

- Were you out with a girl?

- I was out with Bazin.

Is "Madame Rochas"

a good perfume?

Excellent, but

very expencive.

- Want to give someone a gift?

- I already have.

- Where'd you get the money?

- I won it at cards.

You mean you play

for money?

No. Bazin's Uncle Rothschild

died in America.

You and your jokes.

Go to sleep.

Good night.

How are you, old boy?

I'm fine, Dad.

Why'd they go to the country?

Papa's working on a book.

Everybody's writing.

They should try football.

I can just picture him

playing football.

It's not a sight

for the weak - hearted.

Sorry.

Remember what you told me

about your teacher?

- The one you had an affair with.

- Me? An affair?

It was you who told me.

Yeah, I remember it now.

But bear this in mind,

sometimes I can say anything -

D'you play the piano?

- I used to take lessons.

- Play something,

and I'll sing.

What'll I play?

Just anything.

That doesn't inspire me.

Why don't you begin?

There once was a goat,

Not a snake, not a stoat,

But a real billy goat

With a long, shaggy coat -

What's going on?

Come, Mamma.

- What's the body count?

- It's pretty awful.

Actually, we didn't do

anything wrong.

Not actually.

I'll be going -

Could you spare a few minutes

of your valuable time?

I have come to the conclusion

that your company

is extremely detrimental

to my daughter.

Man-to-men,

I request you to cease

all social contact with Katya.

That's impossible, sir.

How's that... sir?

Your daughter and I love

each other.

I admit it wasn't right of me

to conceal the truth from you

for so long.

Now that you know, I ask you

to give us your blessing.

Wait. Have you decided

to get married?

Our relations have gone too far.

As a decent man, I request your

daughter's hand in marriage.

You what?

Katerina is expecting.

- What?

- It's true.

When'd you have time to?

- What do you expect to live on?

- Hardship doesn't faze us.

I understand...

but you're so young.

Do you plan on going

to college?

That's not an end in itself.

I trust you don't intend to

always be a messenger.

- I write poetry.

- Ever publish anything?

Not yet.

- Are your poems any good?

- I can recite one for you.

"A monument I've raised

not built with hands,

"And common folk shall keep

the path well trodden

"To where it unsubdued

and towering stands -

Not bad, though it does

remind me of something.

Perhaps it's

the old-fashioned style.

- Care to hear another one?

- No, thanks.

- I'll be going, then.

- Yes. Drop by any time.

- Why not invite your parents over?

- By all means.

And may I call you Papa?

Well?

No problem.

We had a nice chat.

Don't worry.

I'll call you this evening.

Is Ivan there?

How could you?

Why'd you do it?

- Who was that?

- Nobody special.

Could you tell me where

the Language Department is?

It's in the Humanities building.

French 7 is already out.

Hi, Katya.

I decided to take a walk.

It's such a nice day.

Then, what, Ilya?

I'm dying to know.

Well, Mitya and I went in.

They were sitting around,

all of them sober -

Why's this bird standing here?

- Want us to get rid of him?

- No, he's my cousin.

He arrived from

Vitebsk yesterday.

Yeah? He looks weird.

I know. He fell off a thresher.

So long. I'll show

him the University.

- Why'd you come here?

- To apologize for yesterday.

Okay, I forgive you.

There's something else

I want to say.

- I'll be good. Honest.

- Don't act like a baby.

You messed things up so.

I had a terrible time

with my parents.

- I'll apologize to them.

- By no means.

I told them I was expecting

your child.

- Are you nuts?

- What else could I say?

What'll we do now?

- Have a baby.

- How?

You're a man. You should know.

Are you chicken?

No, I'm with you.

You mean right now?

Why wait?

I've a lecture at 2 o'clock.

Right here? With people

passing all the time?

- Where, then?

- Where we can be alone.

Let's go over there.

This isn't bad. What d'you say?

Rats! Now what?

Are you a man,

or a piece of sh*t?

Think of something!

I need a pad, Bazin.

- What for?

- I just do.

My aunt's here

from Tallinn with her kids.

- They're driving me nuts.

- Are Serge's parents at work?

His dad broke a leg.

He's at home.

How about the basement?

I've got the keys.

What a rat hole.

D'you think I'm a loose woman?

Of course not.

Well, I am.

Did you ever?

You know, with a woman -

No. Did you?

- No. Just petted.

- Me, too.

- D'you like me?

- Yes, a lot.

I like you, too.

Sometimes I can't

understand you, though.

This beats everything!

Making out in public!

You b*tch!

- Wait, Katya!

- I hate you!

There's a letter

and gifts from your father.

It looks good on you.

"I was in the savannah

"and saw the Masai hunting.

"The chieftain gave me a spear.

"He's really powerful.

And smart.

"I'll be home on vacation soon.

"Regards to Mother.

Write me. Papa."

I take it this is the

spear in question.

He always liked toys.

They sparked his imagination.

Why'd you do that?

Ivan? I thought it was Stepanov.

Hello, hero. We weren't

expecting you.

I want to apologize for what I said.

Relax... Katya told us all about it.

Let bygones be bygones.

Here's a man for you, too, Katya.

I'd like you to meet Ivan.

He's the most unique of all

of my daughter's friends.

He recently said

he wrote poetry

and recited a poem by Pushkin.

Imagine, I nearly fell for it.

That was stupid of me.

Young people today are an enigma.

We must communicate with them.

The day's fast approaching

when we'll cease

understanding our own children.

You're complicating things.

They're just spoiled.

Their life has been too easy.

It's trite, but true.

My father whipped me

until I was 17.

For all the good it did.

Take my son, for instance.

He's a good boy, a sportsman.

It's hard to find fault with him.

But he loves to drink milk

out of the can!

It's those yellow cans

of evaporated milk.

I ask him

why he drinks it undiluted.

He says, "I like it."

It's the same old song:

we had it hard, so why

shouldn't they?

Today's youth is heroic.

I watch TV and know our youth.

But he goes on drinking it

from the can!

Why does it rile you so?

To hell with the milk!

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