- Is it your stuff?
- Yeah.
- Haven't you got a pillow?
- No.
- We've got a plenty of bedside-table,
but a lack of pillows.
- Ain't I to sleep on a bedside-table?
- We'll see
- Where did you work before?
- I haven't worked.
- Whoever comes, no profession, no pillow, just making trourbles
- I've got a profession
- We'll see
- Can you see that? Over there
- Yeah.
- We call that place "Kamchatka"
In the evenings some couples are sitting there
Sitting and sitting, and then asking for an individual room
but there's no free rooms.
- Why are you telling this to me?
- Warning.
- Live.
- Good day.
- Good day.
- Take it. For Kruglova.
- Good day.
- Good day.
- Good bye
- Good bye
- What are you doing here?
- I am drinking tea.
- Where are you from?
- I've been dreaming about such a neighbour for all my life.
And who taught you to check other's bedside-tables?
- What are you saying?... You can use!
- Rich living.
- Don't worry.
Bon appetit.
- I see such an individualistic person for the first time.
- Do see.
- Who are you?
- I am Kislitsina Tosya, and you?
- I am Nadya Yerohina, and this is our Katya.
- Tosya
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you too.
- Tasty?
- Yeah.
- And I am Vera Kruglova.
- Pleasure.
- Wait... Timofeyevna?
- Timofeyevna.
- Come on, dance!
Don't look, dance!
- Here it is, registered letter.
- Give it to me.
- No, let her dance, right, girl?
- Didn't read even.
- Whose letter was it?
- Is it your bussines? Her husband's.
- Why did she burn it?
- What's your interest? They fell out.
- Whome did you come to work as?
- Cook.
- And what will it be like?
- Don't laught. Nothing funny.
- I graduated from Simferopol Culinary College
- Specialist, aren't you? So young.
- At least young.
- Ksan Ksanych came.
- There was someone mangy, I don't know his name.
- Hush!
- Me??
- It was her fiance.
- Can fiances look like that?
- Can.
Everybody has a purpose, raise your feet
- Is it your shoes?
- Yeah, so what?
- Laughing? Do you knwo what our winter looks like?
-I am not frezzy.
- Take it. It is not Simferopol.
- Where are you going to? Get back! Run!
- Catch her. How? Catch her.
- What was it?
- Don't know.
- Come on, be comfortable
- Ok.
- Why are you taking them away?
What have they done?
- Nothing. That is the thing. Haven't executed - bye-bye.
Hold it. Fillya hanged for 2 weeks.
You see.
- Filya has gone
- Short time hanging
- They'll hang Kovrigin again.
- That is right, Ilya knows how to work.
- Couldn't you choose another time?
- The guy is worring.
Give that to me.
- Oy, who is that? Where could I see him?
I know him somehow
- Are you crazy? That is Kovrigin.
- So what?
- Ah, you are a newbie.
Let's hang other.
- Look look
- Why?
- We are hanging.
- Be proud.
- Taking these to the archiv meanwhile.
- Hi.
- Oh! Hello!
- Why are you sad?
- Why sad? We aren't greedy people
- We hanged, now it is other's turn.
- Exactly.
- By the way, it is not forever.
We'll see by the 1st of the next month.
- We are threatened.
- Come on, enough. Shall we sit down?
- Staking on the cock, ok?
- Ok
- Take it. So children, time to sleep, go home.
Go go
- Realy?
- Yes.
- So.
- So.
- My hello to the cook. May i invite you
- How?
- So!
- Vaysa, turn off this rumbler.
- One moment.
- Break.
- Vasya?
- Hey! What was your name? Turn it off.
- Has a temper
- Vasya?!
- Why did you stop it again?
- Wait a little.
Can you see?
- Like this.
- Like this, this and this.
- Wait. How is it possible?
- Possible.
- Vasya! Music!
- We won.
- This is for all your brigade
- Eh, Filya is the chempion.
- Occasionally..
- Filya, where are you going to?
- What?
- What about the cock?
- Cock-a-doodle-do
- Not enough, Vasya stop the music.
- Come on
- Hey, cook, turn on the music.
- Come on.
- Hey! Come here.
- Vasya turn it on.
- Yes, sir.
- Let's dance
- Do you always dance with a sigarette?
- And wearing