haven't changed a bit.
You're lying again?
Well, almost.
- Where do you work?
- At an outpatients clinic.
I receive patients.
Sometimes up to 30 a day.
Do you ever get tired?
Of course. But they're in pain,
and they need help.
All right, I will sing for you.
Even though you didn't deserve it.
Thank you so much.
I like it that you're head over heels
in love with someone else,
I like it that I'm head over
heels in love with someone else,
And that the heavy globe of the
Earth will never
Slide from under our feet.
I like it that I can be funny
And loose,
And not play with words,
And not blush
with a suffocating wave
When slightly brushing
sleeves with you.
I thank you
from the bottom of my heart
For loving me so,
without knowing it.
For my quiet nights,
For the scarcity of our encounters
in the hours of dawn,
For the moon and the sun
not shining above our heads,
For you being in love, alas,
with someone else,
For me being in love, alas,
with someone else, alas,
Nadya...
I want to ask you something...
A want to ask you a favor.
You may find it too daring...
But what is it?
You... won't be mad at me?
I'll try.
And you won't send me away?
Well, if I haven't done it so far...
- You want me to sing another song?
- No.
May I take out Ippolit's photograph
and tear it to pieces?
No, you may not.
Are you really
very unhappy that he left?
- Why do you need to know that?
- I have my reasons..
Yes, I am unhappy.
Are you sure?
How old are you? 32?
- Thirty three?
- Thirty four.
Thirty four?
And still no family.
No luck. That happens.
And suddenly there comes He.
All positive...
Serious and reliable.
Handsome.
Next to him you feel comfortable.
Protected.
As though behind a thick stone wall.
He's well off, and your friends
are giving their piece of advice:
"Don't let him get away!"
You can be cruel.
I'm sorry.
I'm a surgeon, there are times
when I have to cause people pain,
so that later on they would
be happy.
Do you ever feel sorry
for your patients?
Of course I do.
Yes...
Sometimes I feel sorry
for myself too.
I come home,..
sit in the armchair
and start feeling sorry for myself.
But that doesn't happen so often.
Have you ever been married?
I was. Half-married.
How's that? By what half?
That happens...
We met twice a week.
That went on for ten years.
And on weekends I was alone.
Since that time
I don't like weekends.
And I don't like holidays.
He was married?
He still is.
Do you still love him?
No.
No.
Let's go have some coffee.
You know,
I was never popular with women.
It started at school.
No, honestly.
There was this girl, Ira.
She was nothing special.
And as they say,
I had a crush on her.
And she didn't even notice me.
Then after we graduated,
she married Pavel.
The one you went
to the bathhouse with?
And instead of whom
you flew to Leningrad?
Yes. They got married
and invited me to their wedding.
I was very upset,
and I proposed a toast:
"Ira, I wish you to leave Pavel
and come to live with me"
They threw me out, of course.
- And now you are friends?
- We've been friends all our life.
It's not his fault
that she preferred him.
He was going to fly to Leningrad
to see in the New Year with her.
Poor Ira, another victim
of the situation.
Why "another"?
I don't consider myself a victim.
I'll go make some coffee,
and I'll do it with pleasure.
Why you?
Because you sing beautifully,
but you can't cook.
This is no fish in aspic,
it tastes more like strychnine.
- But you said you liked it.
- I was just toadying.
- You're not too polite.
- That's true.
I don't know what's gotten into me.
I've become so impudent.
All my life everyone
thought of me as bashful.
Everyone takes advantage of me.
My friends call me "softy".
They just wanted to flatter you.
No. I was of the same
opinion of myself
You were being overly modest.
And now I feel...
I'm becoming a different man.
- More impertinent?
- No,