I'll finally tell you
everything I have to tell you.
Znenya!
I don't believe it!
Are you going to propose?
After two years of being together...
Let's wait until New Year's eve,
when the bells chime...
Let's wait...
It's just that I'm afraid
you will never summon your courage.
It is the cowardice...
of an old bachelor.
You know,
I already proposed to a woman once.
To my utter amazement
she said "yes".
But when I imagined,
that she will come
to live at my place,
and every day...
she will flash before my eyes...
hither and thither,
hither and thither...
I broke down and ran
away to Leningrad.
Will you run away from me too?
It's impossible to run away from you.
My decision is final an irreversible.
I held on for a long
time and finally broke.
Zhenya...
What do you think,
when do people sing?
Sing?
When? At street rallies.
- Well... Any other time?
- They sing in the opera.
They sing when they
have one too many.
Stupid! You know when people sing?
- When they don't have
a musical ear? - No.
- When they're happy.
- That's right.
There will be no one in the house,
Just the twilight,
Just one winter day
In the opening of the curtains,
Someone forgot to shut,
Curtains, someone forgot to shut.
Just damp white snow lumps
Swiftly flying by.
There's just the roofs and
the snow, and...
Just the roofs and the snow,
And no one else,
There's no one else.
And once again the hoarfrost
Will draw its tracery,
And like before I will be
caught in the whirlwind
Of last year's despondency,
and the memories of another witer,
And the memories of another Winter.
But suddenly the curtain shudder
with someone's intrusion.
Measuring the silence with
your soft steps,
Measuring the silence,
you will appear like the future itself.
You will be standing in the doorway,
Dressed in something
white and simple,
Like one of those fabrics,
Out of which they make snow flakes,
Out of which they make snow flakes.
There will be no one in the house,
Just the twilight.
Just one winter day in the opening
Of the curtains,
someone forgot to shut,
Curtains, someone forgot to shut.
- Maria Dmitrievna...
- Quiet!
Happy New Year!
Not so loud, will you!
Why?
- Who is it, mother?
- It's just a neighbor, dear.
- What's going on?
- Pavel, come back tomorrow.
I'm leaving for Leningrad tonight.
Well, bon voyage.
What do you think you're doing?
- Mother, who is it again?
- A telegram from aunt Vera.
Remember how you taught us boys
to always tell
the truth?
There are situations
when it's better to tell a lye.
But Misha and Sasha
are waiting for us at the bathhouse.
That's no problem.
I'm leaving to Leningrad right after.
Why do you have to go to
Leningrad?
Irina is there on business,
and I'm flying over
to see in the New Year with her.
What's going on anyway?
- It's a secret.
- What secret?
- You'll find out in due time.
- Zhenya has no secrets from me.
Go on, split!
Zhenya, I have to go.
I have so much to do!
- Galya!..
- What?
Galya...
The thing is...
How do they say that?..
I love you.
I want you to marry me.
But I will always be flashing before
your eyes.
Please do.
I want you to.
Here's the key.
Come at 11 to see in the New Year.
Shall I bring the salad?
The salad?
I didn't understand the main thing:
do you say "yes"?
I took the key, didn't I?
And what does that mean?
That doesn't mean anything.
See you tonight.
Say good-bye to your mother from me.
- I'm worried about the Katanyans.
- Forget it.
Mother!
Amidst a bustling ball,
Suddenly...
In the troubles
of the mundane bustle...
- I think I'm getting married.
- I think so too.
What do you think of Galya?
You're the one
who's getting married, not me.
But you are my mother!
I hope you won't forget it
after you get married.
I take it that you don't like her.
Well, I'm not particularly
mad about her,
But she's rather intelligent
and has good manners.
I see.
If you don't get