afford cigarettes.
Ivan Alekseyevich has money.
A publisher in America sent
him a hundred dollars-twice.
- How do you know?
- I saw the letter-by chance.
- I can understand him, Lionya.
- Why are you defending him?
- You are obviously very close.
- You mean us?
Why are you so concerned
about him, anyway?
- Me? -Yes!
- Who? -You, Galia!
- Me? -Yes, exactly!
- What makes you think that?
and that French girl of his...
- What utter nonsense!
- No need to be so vehement.
- Lionya-thing before you speak!
- My lips are sealed.
We were in the casino. He went
to the toilet and disappeared.
I sat there and waited.
I had no money on me.
When the band started packing up
I realized he'd done a runner.
But I couldn't leave, I just
sat rooted to my seat.
I was absolutely mortified!
They let me go without paying.
But the contempt on their faces!
I wanted to die.
No, this way.
Damn! Another power-cut.
I'll light a candle.
Do you have any matches?
Yes. Here.
Sit down, Jean.
I've only got one glass.
You first.
Here's to you.
To you.
- You are lovely.
- Thank you.
Last time I tried to say that
you weren't so nice to me.
Can I have a cigarette?
Will you stay?
No? Why not?
- I shouldn't.
- Don't you want to?
I'd like to. But I won't.
Here.
Let me give you this.
- I won't take it.
- Don't start arguing.
What do you take me for?
Take it. Some day
you can pay me back.
- How will I find you?
- Easy. Villa Jeannette.
So that's why you
called me Jeannette.
Kiss me goodbye.
Goodnight, Jeanne.
Thank you, Jean.
Goodnight, Jean.
- I'll give you a hand.
- My dear Lionya!
Let me kiss you! Forgive me.
And I'll forgive you.
- Of course.
- What a day!
I detest tomatoes! Especially
green ones. But thank you.
- Here, Vita. - No! Don't!
- Poor dog, she's hungry.
Listen, I met her in a cafe.
She can come and stay with us.
What's one bitch more or less?
Here's another two!
Vera! Ladies!
Tonight we're celebrating!
The Russians whipped
the German's arse on the Volga!
He's raving!
Ladies! Let me introduce you.
Elizabetha Alexandrovna Stolz.
Maiden name: Pushkin.
The poet's granddaughter
is thrilled about the victory.
- Are you his granddaughter?
- Are you alright? -What?
Nice old girl,
but deaf as a post.
I heard every word. The Russians
whipped hitler's arse!
- Bravo. You're marvellous!
- She's a Pushkin alright!
I don't understand, Jan.
What did they do?
The Germans are in retreat.
And in mourning!
The russians whipped hitler's arse
- Hurrah to that!
- Hurrah!
What if they arrest us?
They'll want reprisals.
Hurrah!
Life is so unpredictable.
We might never have met.
- I'm going to write a novel.
- I can't even write a diary.
I'm so confused. I don't know
what matters any more.
- I've broken a glass.
- Wait.
Stop it, Ivan. You're drunk.
Someone might come in.
It's sheer torment.
I can't sleep.
I can't work.
I think of you all the time.
I have adolescent dreams.
You're walking past me,
but I can't touch you.
Ivan...
I can't.
Is there no end to it?
That's five times your beastly
dog has pissed in my bed!
If you don't put a stop this,
I'm leaving! Do you hear?
Don't mind them.
They've frightened the dog.
Sit! Stay!
Aren't you ashamed?
pissing in Vera's bed!
Can't you go somewhere else?
Not even that filthy Gurov
does things like that.
Vera doesn't piss
in Galia's bed.
Marga doesn't either. Nor do I,
for that matter, though I could.
It's not good tactics.
You'll get nothing that way.
If you do it again, I'll serve
you up to Gurov for dinner.
Alright, calm down.
They've driven the poor dog mad!
Just wait till Gurov sinks
his teeth into your little bum!
- Jan, are you utterly mad?
- Why?
What's going on?
You can't sleep with that
disgusting dog. It's got fleas.
Vita is cleaner than
many of our friends.
You don't seem to mind
that Galia sleeps with Marga.
God, you're infuriating!
You obviously love her
more than me!