Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears Page #2

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They have their own women.

But we're no worse than the others.

Where can we find those artists?

That's the point.

We have to find them.

Leave it to me.

Galia, get up! You told me

to wake you up at nine.

Girls, strip your beds today!

- What happened to the hot water?

- They turned it off.

Still sleeping? You're going

to sleep your life away.

It's Sunday. Why are you

bothering me so early?

- Where's Antonina?

- Went to the country with Kolia.

She's got bogged down in the

bourgeois mire. Where're you going?

I'm going to visit some relatives.

They sent me a card.

What relatives?

- Uncle Lyosha.

- Who's that?

He's a professor.

He's my mother's cousin.

I stayed at their place for a week

when I first came to Moscow.

Oh yeah, I remember now.

- Where are you going after that?

- To the Tretiakov Gallery.

After all I taught you about how

to get a man and you go there.

The only kind of men you're

going to find there are tourists.

I go to see the paintings,

not the men.

Well, I'm going to visit the Lenin

Library's biology department today.

Imagine the clientele it's got.

The kind of men there.

Doctors, academicians, philosophers.

Are you going to spend your

morning watching them read?

No, I'll hang around the smoking

section.

Hello, Maria.

I have a surprise for you.

I managed to dig up two tickets

to the Van Cliburn concert.

Tonight at the Sports Palace.

Try to get out early today.

I'll meet you at the subway station.

Thanks.

All those guys are not serious

people.

Imagine, to a distinguished man,

with a degree in something or other,

I babble something half

intelligent

and I can have him eating out

of my hand.

- Want to come with me tomorrow?

- I can't, I'm moving out.

Uncle Lyosha is going South.

He asked me to look after their place.

- I couldn't say no.

- You'd be crazy to say no!

- Where does he live?

- Revolution Square.

In one of those skyscrapers?

I'm moving in with you.

Good morning. The Tikhomirovs.

No, wait! Hold it!

Now, here's where I keep the beans.

The sugar's there, too.

Don't worry about a thing,

Aunt Rita.

Well then, make yourself at home.

Tchapochka, my baby, you're

going to miss me, aren't you?

Only half an hour left and the car

isn't here yet. I'm so nervous.

Don't get so upset. The car is

waiting downstairs.

It's all Bogomolov's fault,

with his damned theory.

I had to get up on the podium

and argue with him for hours on end.

Katia, how are you?

Any news from your mother?

Everything is all right.

Pleased to meet you. Tikhomirov.

Sit down. It brings good luck.

I was able to arrange

for the medicine.

Write to your mother that I'll

send it to her as soon as I'm back.

- What are you crying about?

- Tchapochka's so sad.

- Come on, girls, hurry up!

- We're coming.

Water the flowers twice a week,

put the mail on the desk.

Tchapochka's got to be walked

at 5 in the morning and after supper.

You forgot to give me Tchapochka!

May Ludmilla stay with me?

- Is she neat?

- Very neat!

Alright then, she can stay.

May I speak to Ghena? Is that you?

I didn't recognize your voice.

Look, they changed my telephone

number. Write it down.

Say hello to Tchapa, guys.

You wrote down my address?

All right, Sergey, ciao!

Here, hold him.

We're having guests tomorrow

evening.

- Here?

- No, in our dormitory.

I already got in touch with

a scientist,

an athlete, a television man,

a poet and a couple of engineers.

- They accepted?

- They'll be here before you know.

One thing you have to agree to.

We're the daughters of

Professor Tikhomirov.

I'm a medical student

specializing in psychiatry,

and you're studying chemistry

and industrial technology.

Men prefer women

in the intellectual professions.

For example, a doctor. Her hands

are clean, she wears a white blouse.

Or a music teacher. It's very

romantic, and earns a good living.

Of course, interior decorating

is a chic profession.

The only trouble is that

it's hard to fake.

Can you fake a psychiatrist?

I wasn't a nurse's aid in a loony

bin just for nothing.

The stories I can tell them

will make them crazy.

- The point is to impress them.

- They're bound to find out about us.

I know what to do. I'll have a fight

with Dad and move in with my hubby.

Then I'll go to work every day,

and he'll think I'm still a student.

That goes on for a year, then I'll

get pregnant and become a housewife.

And even if he does find out,

it'll be too late.

He will have gotten used to me,

and he'll adore his kid.

He'll probably even beg me

to forgive him.

Why would he do that?

Well, I'll find a reason when I

have to. So you'll do it?

We'd never get away with it.

Oh, Katia, do it for me, please.

No, I don't like it.

Then I'll tell them

that you're my maid.

What a bore you are.

Take a chance for once in your life.

I don't even look like a professor's

daughter.

All we have to do for it to work

is avoid making two mistakes.

One is lousy grammar, and

the other is asking dumb questions.

What if they ask me a question

and I give a dumb answer?

Do it, but like you mean it.

That's called "point of view".

- Take me, I'm pretty vulgar, right?

- You said it, I didn't.

Well, guys call it eccentric.

So will you do it?

No! I just don't believe you can

act like something you're not.

Pleased to meet you.

- Katia.

- Anton.

And what's your last name?

You can call me just Anton.

The last name is for my office.

Please, come right in.

Put these in some water.

Gentlemen, I think you can make

your own introductions.

Kruglov,

industrial executive.

Seryozha.

Perov. I'm a scientist.

Edward Ozeryansky,

research engineer.

Kruglov, industrial executive.

The one with the badge

is a scientist.

- What science?

- Just science.

- Oh, you shouldn't have...

- That's my contribution.

- It wasn't necessary.

- Go ahead, let's have a look.

Oh, pardon me!

Could you take all this

in the other room?

I'm sorry, I was delayed

at the studio.

I understand.

Meet my little sister.

It's a pleasure.

- Katia.

- Rudolph.

I don't agree. Poetry is definitely

on the rise.

There are interesting young poets.

Yevtushenko, for example.

Who?

You don't know him?

He shows a lot of promise.

Although in my opinion,

Robert is more daring.

Rozhdestvensky. You've heard

of him, haven't you?

He's fabulously talented.

A young rebel.

There're too many rebels now.

They criticize the older generation.

They want to know why we kept

silent for so long.

I wonder what they would have

done in our place.

We would have spoken up.

Seryozha, you haven't touched

your wine.

- I'm not allowed.

- Poor health?

No. The coach won't allow me to.

Cause I'm in training.

You are Gourin, aren't you?

Yes, Gourin.

I thought you looked familiar.

I used to broadcast the games

you played.

We should be honored to be

at the same table as Gourin.

Don't be so modest. I read what

the Swedish press wrote about you.

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