skirt!
- You're jealous!
- What's so funny about that?
- I don't believe this!
You're crying about some
silly young girls.
Get up. You'll get dirty.
Incredible! Now I'm going
to cut you up and eat you!
- And they all went together?
- Yes.
At first Vera said: if Galia's
going, I'm not going.
And Bunin said: don't ruin
the happiest days of my life.
Who does Galia pose as?
His student. The papers
are full of pictures.
Nobel prize winner Bunin
with his wife and...
the poetess Plotnikova,
the writer's student.
And Vera? She puts up with it?
What can she do? As she says:
the wife of a genius.
She tried to convince me
Ivan and Galia are just friends.
She doesn't believe it herself.
I don't know what Galia
gets out of it.
Nonsense, Marga.
You know very well.
He's a great writer,
and a charming man.
And besides,
what would she live on?
God, I'm sick of borscht!
- Champagne, everyone!
- The ball will now recommence!
A toast to His Highness,
the King of Sweden!
- I adored the Crown Prince.
- Yes, wasn't he sweet?
- Did you see my princess?
- Yes!
Lovely woman, divinely beautiful
- She hasn't read my books,
but when she does, she'll know
she has met a great talent.
Who was that old rogue
I saw you whispering to?
- He's a painter.
- Could be worse.
Vera's got a prince, Galia's
got a painter, and all...
- Thanks to you!
- Wasn't my speech splendid?
Under the stress of the moment
I almost shat myself.
They'd have forgiven me.
Nobel laureate soils his pants!
I got the bloody Nobel! Bunin!
And fuck all for the Soviets!
- Do stop, Jan.
- Let's drink a toast-to me!
- Quiet!
- Ladies and gentlemen,
we are gathered here today
to honour our laureate,
that lion of Russian letters.
We all know his sensibility,
his selfless dedication
and boyish bashfulness,
Those attributes that bind us
to him for eternity.
We don't give a damn
about his work.
If he wants to write,
let him. Just not too much.
And let him not forget that
Russia doesn't need Bunin.
Russia needs Gorki! Ladies
and gentlemen, your health!
Which coach shall we start with,
Herr Inspector?
- At last! We're at the border.
- Did you hide the gun? -Why?
- If they find it you'll get
arrested. - Why me?
- They won't search a laureate.
- I'd better open the paper.
The front page, so they'll see.
I can't wait to get home.
Let me. Come in!
Good morning. Passports, please.
- We don't speak German.
- Passports and luggage, please.
- We don't speak German.
- Open that case, please.
- The cheek! Tell them who I am.
- I just did.
This is a scandal!
It'll be in all the newspapers!
This is unheard of!
Get out! Go on, off with you!
I said out, you imbecile!
- Calm down, they'll arrest us!
- Do they take us for criminals?
How dare you! At least
show some respect for my age!
Are you helping the bastards?
Calm down.
- Scoundrels!
- Be careful!
How dare you!
- I am a Nobel prize winner!
- Alright, Jan. Stop shouting.
- Are you on their side?
- Of course not.
Fucking hell! Krauts!
How dare you!
You'll be sorry for this!
- There are ladies present!
- You have no right to do this!
Galia, please, leave.
Let me out!
Galia, turn round.
Enough?
Goodbye.
Have a pleasant journey.
Get dressed.
- They've ruined my suit.
- Why?
I hate it. Get me another one.
I'll fetch it. Put something on,
or you'll get cold.
Get dressed, Ivan Alekseyevich
I'll go out.
Stay with him, Galia.
I'll give him his dressing-gown.
- Maybe he's better left alone.
- He might jump off the train.
I asked you to do something!
Here's your dressing-gown.
Would you rather be alone?
Lie down and have a rest.
Shall I go away?
Don't get upset about them.
They're not worth it.
How could they?
After he got the Nobel prize
we often had friends to stay.
Today Alia and Sonya
came over for a picnic.
Alia used
to avoid us for months.
Though he tried to hide it,
I think he envied Jan.
Maybe he wants to borrow