drops?
- What? Oh, God!
We're so touchy! What's so awful?
A dog's more dear to you than your son.
- Shut up.
- l don't understand it.
Exactly.
- Say something.
- No, you say.
Mom, where's Bim?
- Where's Bim, Mom?
- He wanted to pee.
Dad let him out and he ran away.
Dad called him, but he didn't return.
- Come on, Dad, wasn't it so?
- Well... he'll come back.
lf he doesn't, we'll find him and
take him in. l promise.
We'll find him. A dog is not a needle.
Don't say anything, Dad.
l don't believe you anymore.
But l'll find Bim anyway.
Bim!
- We'll have to keep you here.
- No, please, Professor.
A day or two. Well, for a week.
- l've bought a ticket already.
- A ticket...
- Professor.
- All right, go.
l know, they can't wait to see you
there. Take it.
- What is this?
- Nothing. A rattle as a keepsake.
- Such a tiny thing.
- And gave us so much trouble.
- l envy you.
- Me?
What a beautiful lot: extracting
fragments from human hearts.
- Exterminating pain.
- You're exaggerating.
These fragments come fewer and fewer,
but the other kind,
invisible, yet wounding as cruelly...
Here surgeons are powerless.
l guess it's in your department.
- Mine?
- Come on, you conspirator.
- No, l didn't mean to.
- May l?
lf it's of any interest to you.
""The forest was silent. Only the golden
leaves of birches quivered playfully,
basking in the sun's rays.
Oh, the yellow forest! Here's
a piece of happiness for you.
A place for meditation.
ln the autumn forest
a man becomes purer.''
Yes, l wish we all could go
to that yellow forest more often.
Thank you, Alexander Petrovich.
That girl who helped us so much.
ls she any relation to you?
- Any relation? No.
- How did she happen to know you?
lt's he who brought us together. Bim.
ls that you, Kostya? lt's me, Semyon.
Semyon?
How are you? What's up?
Will you do me a favor?
l need to place an ad.
Can you do it quickly for old times'
sake, without me waiting in line?
lf it's for old times' sake, l'll try
to squeeze it in the Sunday issue.
Go ahead, dictate it.
Yes, l got you.
A dog is missing?
White with a black ear. Named Bim.
Unbelievably clever and
very smart.
Why are you laughing?
l don't know how to look my son
straight in the eye, and you...
Come here. All right. Stop yelling!
l'm talking with someone here.
With whom?
With a good man.
Take the phone. Talk to him!
Hello, Dad.
- Dad, l'm not coming home tonight.
- All right, Tolik.
Can you give me the address?
Come on. All right.
- Where have you been?
- Skidding in the forest.
Our son got lost.
He didn't. l found him. But we could
lose him by our own doing.
- What rubbish! Where's he?
- He won't come home for the night.
- Nut! Walking with your boots on.
- You'd better mind other cleanness.
Valya, wait.
Come on, Valya, wait!
Valya!
lt's you? You were gone, weren't you?
Get out of here!
Go away now! Your master
is not here.
Go away, l said!
What are you staring at?
Why are you staring?
l won't let you in. Sitting here like
it's his own home.
Stop!
- Whose dog is that?
- Mine.
- Why is it without a collar?
- Try and put it on him!
He gnawed the rope and keeps biting.
He's gone rabid. lf he bites anyone,
l'll be responsible.
Put him on a leash. Or we'll take him.
l'll be only glad if you do. l wrote
to everyone begging.
Please take him away.
- He isn't rabid.
- He's just sick.
- What do we do?
- Take him as long as the owner asks.
- Maybe she's lying?
- None of our business. Fetch the net.
Take him, everybody will be grateful.
He doesn't like it.
Why are you grinning? Torturing a dog
when you don't know how to keep it.
Herself is a tub of lard and the dog
is reduced to such a sorry state.
You stinking dog-catcher, insulting
a respectable woman? You jerk!
Behave yourself! Or l'll get you
with the net and into the iron box.
Their kind should be put in a van
at least for a week each year.
You lousy alcoholics!
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