Vam i ne snilos... Page #2

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which all tells us of love, all of it.

Pushkin, and Tolstoy, and Turgenev. "

Yet the classics wrote

not only about love,

but sometimes about

the daily bread, too,

which is more important for life.

You want everyone

to be like you.

Why not? A healthy society

without any complexes.

I'm the only teacher

whose subject concerns the soul.

I can't get away from it.

Or you think that the soul

is a complex, too?

I'm not building bridges,

because I don't know how to do it.

How can you teach about love

if you yourself are running from it

like...

...a chased hare?

Still smooching?

Like babies.

All right, go.

You're making fun of me.

- You yourself will fall in love at 16.

- So it'll be soon.

And it'll be just a child's play,

like what I had with Kostya.

Then with your dad.

And at last,

I've got something real...

...when I didn't expect it at all.

Not everybody has it like this.

Of course. But you, like me,

have two crowns on your head.

You're so beautiful, mom.

You'll never grow old.

We'll see.

I am a reckless girl.

It's not such a big deal

to have a child.

A second child.

I'm so glad you're not the beanpole

type like everybody is today.

You're a girl for all times.

Birds get into flocks again.

You're my little birdie.

There're exactly 273 days left

until the end of the school year.

Isn't it too many?

A new girl.

I don't think

she's got in the right class.

Yes, she's wrong.

The new one,

why are you so small?

People are good for nothing now,

just too small.

Though pretty.

He doesn't like it

on our wall, folks.

That's how the classics are.

They wouldn't accept leveling.

Do you mind?

It turns out

we're aesthetically underdeveloped.

"Westside Story", they tell us,

is the real thing!

Attention, people! Here're some

pearls for you. Only for the educated.

- Well?

- He won't understand anyway.

"The nervous fabric of form!"

How is that?

"Plastic suffering!"

"Symbolism's swinging blows!"

Yes, the modern art

of love is real bullshit.

Right.

What if it stays for

at least another five years...

Don't worry, it won't.

We lump everything together:

love, five-year plan, tree felling.

In this case, even racism.

Only sex is unadulterated.

Right, baby?

Enough about sex, we're sick of it.

Where're you going, Roma?

Are you betraying me?

Bite! Search for your owner.

What are you doing?

Good morning.

Oh, it looks beautiful here today.

Sit down.

Alyona, those braids are very becoming.

Katya Shevchenko.

Sit down, please.

We already got acquainted,

Tatyana Nikolayevna.

All right, everybody looks beautiful

and well.

So we can begin our lesson.

Couldn't I see you somewhere before?

- Have you ever lived in Ostankino?

- I don't even know where it is.

Oh, it's where the Sheremetyev Palace

and the Ostankino Tower are.

Really, I couldn't have dreamed you,

could I?

I got an idea! After classes,

a field trip to a department store!

Roma, are you coming?

And you?

On the 2nd floor, to the left,

there're departments of

women's and men's apparel.

In the center of the hall

you will find

the cosmetics

and haberdashery departments.

Gotcha!

Everything's just fine.

You know,

the tailor is quite young,

but I think he's all right.

- Was it mother who sent you?

- No, I was just passing by.

- Please, don't imagine things.

- I'm not imagining anything.

It's just a new suit.

Sure thing.

Some day we'll run into each other,

and I'll tell her: "Hi... "

- Yes?

- Accept my condolences.

Oh God, why?

What do you mean, why?

The beginning of a new school year.

What are your plans for the evening?

I was just thinking about it.

Well... why don't you come?

I don't sense any enthusiasm.

Whether I come or not.

Miss, are you wooden?

Cold as charity.

Had a good conversation?

I'm a swine.

Don't lose heart. Even if you are,

you're a very attractive one.

I'll take you at your word.

If I'm attractive, why not have

lunch with me, a lonely man?

With pleasure.

Just let me take my smock off.

Stop kidding!

Where're you going?

Wait! Wait!

Catch her!

Tatyana Nikolayevna,

why is he pestering me?

You're just like little kids.

Isn't it good here, guys?

So beautiful.

Grass, grass, a green field of grass.

To hell with you, I'll go walk alone.

We didn't dig the theatre.

Nor the green leaves.

What ever can amuse you, kids?

Guys!

- There he is!

- Who?

The iron one!

Hurray for the mighty piece of iron!

Let's all to a man send all iron beds

to recycling! We swear!

Hurray for open-hearth and blast

furnaces!

- Hurray for progress!

- Hurray for stainless steel!

Hurray!

Say thank you to our cast-iron friend!

Turn swords to plows!

We swear!

Some plowboys!

It has a life of its own.

What is it like?

I get crazy when I think about it.

What about you?

No, not me.

Those tiny bugs

don't fit into my head.

Too bad.

Sorry.

Starting from today,

I'll love them like family.

Alyona, what's the matter?

What will we name them?

- Senya.

- And Venya.

- I'm Roman.

- Katya. Nice meeting you.

Only, please,

don't get sold.

- They'll sell them.

- No!

We're going to mark them.

Give them to me.

One cross.

Another cross.

Why have you been following me?

You're small. Someone may hurt you.

I'll give them back in kind.

When did I draw

your attention?

When we prayed

to the lamppost.

All were on their knees, just

kidding, but you did it for real.

Really?

I was kidding, too.

And then, what?

And then you were saying silly things

with a very clever air.

Discoursing on your dear bugs,

showing off your erudition.

- Even got as far as the Mongol yoke.

- I was just fooling.

Yes, trying to be clever.

That's why I decided

to call you a Mongol.

What?

Thank you.

Good afternoon. I'm sorry, it's my

first visit to you, and I'm late too.

But I don't belong to myself,

only to the breastfeeding schedule.

Yes, I know. You got Pavlik.

My sincere congratulations.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Roman Lavochkin,

is he in your class by chance?

Yes, he is.

The world is small, indeed.

I used to know his father.

What kind of a boy is he?

He's a very decent boy.

Decency is their family trait.

Didn't Katya tell you anything?

They're friends.

- Friends?

- Yes.

How interesting.

And how funny.

How long is it going to hang here?

I'll put it on tomorrow.

We have a commission coming.

Didn't you get a chance yet

to wear it for its direct purpose?

Stop it, Vera. You've got

a science-fiction imagination.

By the way, if you're interested,

I had a crush as a young girl, too,

and a very big crush.

- He's a famous actor now.

- Some actor!

Playing impoverished peasants,

as skinny and ragged as himself.

And what about your Lyusia?

She's no Alain Delon either!

Leave her alone!

And me, together with her.

Oh, together?

All right, then.

Hi.

How was it at school?

Have you seen our Tanechka?

Did she say anything about me?

And about Katya?

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