a pity!
- You're an insolent man!
Jesus, what small pieces!
- You're a shameless boor!
- Of course.
- A gangster!
- Of course.
- A barbarian!
- Of course.
- An alcoholic.
- Of course.
- A lump.
- Yes, yes.
You know who you are?..
Let's not open it.
We're not in.
Whoever it is,
let's not open the door.
Strange people.
If we don't open,
that means we're not in.
And if we're in but we don't open it,
that means we don't want
to see anyone.
How tactless!
How unmannered!
That's too much!
We won't open to spite them.
Hold on, Nadya.
Have they lost their mind?
Be brave.
We will have to open.
Or they'll break down the door.
All right, then I'll open it.
Zhenya!
Control yourself!
Guys! It's me breaking down
your door.
I've come...
to wish you a Happy New Year.
Please accept... Well, you know.
I'm hungry as hell!
That's the first time
I see you in such a state!
It is the first time
I am in such a state.
That's the first time
I see myself in such a state.
"Outside a young fellow
got chilled to the marrow".
Thin soles. He knows.
He knows everything.
But I met these kind people!
They gave me shelter,
they mugged me and confronted me...
I mean, they hugged me
and comforted me...
Life is an amazing thing.
It's so full of surprises.
Excuse me...
And that is absolutely wonderful!
Can there be a programmed,
projected and planned happiness?
My god! We live such boring lives!
We lost the spirit of adventurism!
We no longer climb through
windows to see our loved ones,
we are afraid
of doing sweet stupid things.
It's awful!
Your fish in aspic tastes positively awful!
Next year on New Year's eve
I will go to a bathhouse.
Why wait a whole year?
That's right. Good idea!
How true!
Let me through.
Thank you.
I think he opened the taps.
What for?
Are you out of your mind?!
Stop it!
Won't even think of it!
Do you understand what you're doing?
Don't touch me!
Ippolit, you'll ruin your coat.
Nadya, don't niggle!
I beg you to get out of there!
Would you at least take off your hat.
I feel comfortable as it is.
And you shut up!
There's warm water!
On New Year's Eve
a man goes to a bathhouse.
This characterizes
him very positively.
There he gets drunk,
celebrating his engagement.
Another positive characteristic.
Then he is loaded
on an airplane like a wooden log,
and he gets to another city.
Would you scrub my back, please.
Is it that difficult?
Well, as you wish.
What can I do?
In that city he meets another woman.
He forgets about
his Moscow fiancee, naturally,
and settles for this new one
in Leningrad.
All because he is a man
of high moral standards.
Please, stop it.
You take that as an offense?
Don't be offended. It is the truth.
One can't be offended at the truth,
even if it's the bitter truth.
Nadya, in such a short time one
can destroy the past,
but one can't build a future.
It is impossible.
The New Year's night
is coming to an end. It will be sobering up
and emptiness.
The most important thing
is that you both know I'm right.
I'm sorry.
Where are you going?
You'll catch cold!
Leave me alone.
Please don't go! Stay!
It's freezing cold outside!
Maybe I want to...
catch cold and die.
My god, I am tired!
What a mad night.
If he comes back...
he will set the house on fire.
To be honest...
I really like him.
He just said
what we didn't dare to say to each other.
You're crazy.
Come to your senses.
That's exactly
what is happening to me now.
They're going to bed at Luyba's
and it's cold at the landing.
Did you pour water over Ippolit?
He was soaking wet.
He's wet with tears.
You hurt such a good man!
Well...
You have to go.
But planes leave every half an hour.
Half an hour won't save anything.
It is absurd. It is foolish.
We won't forgive ourselves
afterwards.
One needs to learn
to restrain one's feelings.
What for?
Don't you think we restrain
ourselves too often?
You must agree, Ippolit is right.
We