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I want to understand him!

Why does a big, burly fellow

punch a hole in a can and -

When I talk to him,

he won't answer.

He listens, says nothing and

starts sucking that can!

He doesn't want to study,

he's sloppy about his job.

I thought he wanted to become

the judo champ. But no.

"Why spend so much time

working out, then?" I said.

"What for?"

So he picked up the empty can

and... scrunch.

"You can't do that," he said.

Calm down. You're exaggerating.

I want to understand him!

I want to know what I fathered!

If he said:
"I don't want

to live your way -"

I'd understand. But he accepts

the good things and is silent!

He's at a difficult age.

He'll outgrow it.

Isn't that so, Ivan?

Yes. We'll sow our wild oats

and be just like you.

Perhaps even better than us.

You must press on.

We'll press on.

I hope you'll excuse

my paternal egoism

if I ask my daughter

to sing for us.

Lovely!

Sing "The Nightingale"

for us, Katya.

I don't feel like singing.

- Why not?

- I just don't!

I'll sing it.

Can you sing?

I was in the school glee club.

Nightingale,

My nightingale,

Sweet-voiced nightingale.

Whither are you winging?

Where shall you

Sing the night away?

Nightingale,

My nightingale,

Sweet-voiced nightingale.

Fly away,

My nightingale,

Far, far away -

Can you tell me

what you want out of life?

What you wish for?

- Let him answer me.

- I'll tell you what I wish for.

I want to be irresistible.

I want to drive a fast sports car,

wearing a long red scarf,

to drive men wild.

- Why, Katya -

- I will sing for you, after all.

- Some other time, perhaps?

- You wanted me to.

There once was a goat,

Not a snake, not a stoat -

Stop it!

Don't come to see me.

And don't call.

It's all right, Katya.

Company's gone.

Let's go home.

I can't, Papa.

I just can't.

Everything will be all right.

It'll be all right.

Come, it's late.

Why're you wearing a coat?

Are you cold?

D'you have a wish, Bazin?

What d'you wish for?

- I wish I had a coat.

- Is that all?

Winter's around the corner,

and I don't have a coat.

I wore a jacket last year

and always caught cold.

Can't your folks buy you a coat?

My dad's playing alimony.

Ma won't give me a kopeck.

She says I don't need money.

She's sick in the head.

Stand up.

It's all yours. I'll be

called up soon anyway.

Wear it and wish

for something great.

Written by

Alexander Borodyansky

Directed by

Karen Shakhnazarov

Director of Photography

Nikolai Nemolyayev

Production Designer

Konstantin Forostenko

Music by Eduard Artemyev

Sound Recordist

Vitaly Shemelkin

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