Vam i ne snilos... Page #4

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- I feel nervous.

Nothing's going to happen to me.

Roman!

Come here!

Good morning.

Have you seen it?

I've seen everything.

20 years ago there would've been an

uproar, now I just look & say nothing.

- Would you like some tea?

- Why do you say nothing?

The time is different. We've become

more humane and understanding.

- I'll pour you some tea anyway.

- I have not become.

And will not.

Because it's not your son.

- It's easy for you to be humane.

- Easy?

I personally am for stifling the flesh

before the soul has matured.

And at school the souls

are still green.

But we have to accept time

as it is.

I don't want to accept anything.

I'll transfer Roman to another school.

If you do, then to a school with good

training in physics and mathematics.

It's important to him.

There's a special school.

It's only 3 tram stops away,

a ten-minute walk.

You think it might help?

Vera Vasilyevna, dear,

this transfer

has nothing to do

with what we have seen.

We're speaking only about your son,

his training, his future.

Do you understand me?

Good morning.

All right, you can come with us,

at least for a month.

You'll help me with Pavlik.

You may even like it.

The sea, fruits, a motorboat.

I won't like it.

Why not?

Is it better to hang about here alone?

- Why alone?

- Everybody went away.

They'll be back.

- I can't leave you alone here.

- I'm not a little girl.

You've become too

grownup lately.

You must go and have a rest.

- What about my internship?

- I'll arrange it with the school.

All right, but only for three weeks.

One week has already passed.

So if I came tomorrow...

We've lost each other

in this big city.

I was always here.

I got to go,

or I'll be late for my train.

Perhaps this way will be right.

Look, can you...

chuck it all and wait for me?

I can get you a sick leave,

a disability leave, whatever.

Just a week,

and then we'll go together.

Well?

Only on one condition,

that you don't try to mold

something beautiful out of me.

You'll be submissive and stupid.

Just an ordinary woman.

Too many conditions.

So you're turning me down?

No. I just said:

too many conditions.

Then I'm getting married.

God help you.

Father, I've just met Alyona.

She told me

some terrific news.

You got me transferred to another

school. Why this nonsense?

- First say hello.

- Hello.

Get your knapsack out of the way.

- Don't you want to wash up?

- No.

Let's talk then.

Roma, we were thinking of your future.

You need a sound schooling if you

want to enroll at the Physics College.

- Who wants to?

- You. Have you changed your mind?

So it's me.

Weren't you supposed to ask me then

what I'm thinking of it?

But you decided everything

yourselves, without me.

What difference does it make,

with or without you? For you.

In secret, without saying a word.

We've never had it like this.

Itjust happened.

Forgive your mother for that.

- Your future...

- My future.

Do you understand? It's my future.

So I have to decide.

You've done nothing

for yourself yet.

And won't do for a long time.

It's us who are doing everything.

I'm not reproaching you.

Your time will come.

I'm fed up!

Enough of your moralizing!

Have you thought of your mother?

She has a weak heart.

- It's foul play, Father.

- It's not a game.

It's life.

Give in. I ask you as a man.

Hi. You're back?

Why so soon?

I had to.

A boy was here to see you. He rang

the bell until I drove him away.

- Was it Romka?

- He didn't introduce himself.

What is it between you?

Zoya, don't start, please.

You want neither my advice,

nor my good wishes?

I want nothing.

Katya, don't get angry.

You know I'm a fool.

Roma, let's

never part again.

You know, I'm going

to another school.

That's how it is.

Why?

It's a special school, you see.

A physics and mathematics school.

My calling is mathematics.

What do you need

that damned mathematics for?

You silly, they just want

to part us. Don't you see?

Then it's just stupid.

It's impossible to part us.

Why did you give them

Lavochkin's documents?

You've scared me. The year's just

started, but my nerves are no good.

Expecting something bad

to happen all the time. Don't you?

Would you like some tea?

These kids must not be parted.

Just look at the girl.

What's the matter with her?

She doesn't look herself.

Oh, what a tragedy!

She doesn't look herself.

It's you who don't look yourself.

And Lavochkin's mother didn't

look herself when she was here.

They're just children.

They'll always look all right.

As for measles and mumps,

they'll get over it.

You don't seem to know

what a child's grief is like.

- But...

- Grief?

Is it hunger, war, nothing to wear?

My dear!

Today's children not looking

themselves? Do they know misfortune?

Besides,

how many cases do you know

when those school passions have

grown into something real?

Right, but perhaps this is

one of those rare cases.

Well, then they have nothing to fear.

They fear everything

that puts them apart.

You know who's in the same

school with me?

Sure I know.

Alyona is a mathematician!

It's funnier than Louis de Funes.

You don't like her at all?

Who? Alyona? I do.

Like I dig everything big, say,

an elephant, or the Ostankino Tower.

- And she likes you.

- I've noticed.

And?

She walks me home.

Escorting me like a convoy.

And?

I don't know

how to speak to still life.

I walk with her and think about you.

She doesn't disturb me.

Listen, what if you ask them

to take you back to our school?

Katya, let's bear with it.

Remember you said

that we can endure anything.

Will you come to me on Sunday?

- To your home?

- Right. Will you?

- Sure I will.

- Do come.

She isn't that pretty, is she?

Take off everything,

or you'll catch cold.

I wish I had turned to stone.

The archeologists would be mystified.

My poor flowers!

The jeans, too.

I think I can still live in them.

Stop arguing.

Take them off, I said.

Only don't beat me.

You can observe here

the evolution of humans' pants -

from rompers

to its ultimate form -

blue jeans pants.

You've got a stylish pad.

Didn't I tell you!

I was telling you, wasn't I?

I'm going to rub you.

- The man is freezing!

- Bear it.

What are you doing?

Some people take it orally,

and they survive.

So you're an alcoholic, too.

All right. Perhaps you'll live.

No, I won't.

- I'm going to throw you out.

- No.

Like this for the rest of our lives.

Though I've got two crowns

on my head.

Maman, I love you.

What's up? Are you all right?

Have you been drinking?

Only one glass.

But with syrup.

Stop playing the fool.

I'm not going to scold you,

just tell where and with whom.

Come on, mom.

I was given a rub not to catch cold.

Given a rub? By whom?

By Katya, mom. By Katya.

You've been at her place?

Was it her birthday?

How many of you were there?

So you were drinking, weren't you?

Mom, I think

it's stupid to hide it from you.

Katya and I are in love with each

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