are.
Quite a surprise, eh?
We're not exactly strangers.
Something like that?
- Somehow I doubt it.
- I'm not a stranger, to them.
If Ivan loves me, he can
do something to help me.
Gurov's still there with them.
They don't mind.
You're right. It's not so wise.
No. You're an unbelievable...
Bitch.
Yes, a bitch. I adore you.
Have you a better idea?
I haven't.
We can stay with them
for a few months,
and then try and get out
to Switzerland or America.
That sounds good.
Will you write to him?
Hell no! You can deal
with him yourself.
Dear Ivan Alekseyevich,
Dear Vera Nikolayevna...
- Are we well? Sorry, Lionya.
- That's alright.
Fantastic! All we're
fucking missing is you two!
- What a bloody cheek!
- Don't get upset. Calm down.
It's unbelievable!
In my home of all places!
- Look, Marga's life's in danger.
- Should I burst into tears?
- I'll dance on her grave!
- What a thing to say!
We should be sorry for her.
They have nowhere to go.
No. I'd rather die!
Oh, I won't be any trouble!
I'll dig my own grave!
Then I'll lie in it!
Just fill it in properly!
Right. I won't be long.
You've done it again.
You've upset Vera Nikolayevna.
Tell me, Lionya.
Will Hitler take Moscow?
He's sure to.
Russia has no officers.
There's no one left to fight.
We should be glad.
The monsters will devour one
another-then we can go home.
Glad?
Have you any idea
what you're saying?
- We're talking about Russia!
- Not Russia. The Soviet Union.
You don't understand, do you?
Our parents are buried there.
- Your mother's buried there.
- Leave my mother out of it!
Idiot. Fool.
- Shouldn't we write to them?
- Not that again! Go away!
God, how can you stand it,
Vera Nikolayevna?
Poor thing,
how do you stand it?
- Vera!
- What?
- Where are you?
- Here. Where are you?
- Write and tell them to come.
- I'll write this minute.
- You're a good man, Jan.
- What a loathsome creature!
Who?
Hitler! Thanks to him I have to
live with that couple again!
Jan, you're wonderful!
- You poor thing!
- Well at least they're coming.
I've no money, no home.
My wife is about to leave me.
So what am I left with, Sonya,
apart from haemorrhoids?
- Vera will never leave you.
- Exactly!
Neither will Galia and Marga.
To my infinite regret,
nobody will ever leave me!
My only companion is the radio,
but it gives me little pleasure.
I wanted to shoot myself,
but Vera took away the pistol.
She said she threw it away.
What a lie! They all lie to me.
Nobody tells the truth. The
Russians lie, the Germans lie.
- I hear they're near the Volga.
- They haven't taken Stalingrad.
Shame on you, Sonya!
There is no such town.
It's called Tsaritsyn.
Sound the alarm!
Humanity, awake!
The Nobel laureate's family
is dying of hunger!
- Do you mean yourself?
- No, Vera Nikolayevna.
We must evacuate her!
Watch this!
- Tomatoes!
- Yes!
- Where did you get them?
- I grew them in my room.
We are living like
one big family again.
We black out the windows, though
Grasse is unlikely to be bombed.
Jan doesn't speak
to Galia or Marga.
I don't know why.
But I like Marga.
She's quiet, level-headed.
A kind of family for Galia.
It takes someone like me
to live with Jan.
He complains we have no money.
Sonya managed to find some
but it won't last long.
Lionya, you're being
an absolute saint today!
We must leave one tomato
for Ivan Alekseyevich.
- He can do without.
- For you, Angel Lionya!
Let's burn some kindling
and make a pot of tea.
There's no sugar.
Ivan Alekseyevich used up
all the kindling himself.
Before he left on Sunday night
he decided to take a hot bath.
It was my kindling. I was
keeping it for an emergency.
And Ivan Alekseyevich took it.
Who taught him to steal?
Tolstoy, or Chekhov?
Just joking.
Not a single word
to Ivan Alekseyevich!
Isn't it odd that he's been
out three nights running?
No. He visitits his ladyfriends.
How can you say that, Lionya!
He can't even