kick up a row myself,
if I were in your place!
The fact that he appeared
in your house is typical of you.
- Why is that?
- You are sloppy.
Don't say anything.
You are disorganized.
He would hardly show up at my place.
I wouldn't be surprised
if you hadn't found him at all.
Who cares what rags
are lying about the place!
You're right.
I didn't see him at first.
Real French perfume!
- It's so expensive!
- It's nothing.
- I have a present for you too.
- Not another one?
Here. An electric shaver,
the latest model.
Nadya, you didn't have to!
With sliding blades.
It's too expensive.
I follow your example.
I forgot to put on my evening dress!
I won't be long.
Don't peep!
You shouldn't drink so much!
You shouldn't drink so much!
It becomes you.
I'm glad you like it.
Very much.
Let's see out the past year.
It was the year I met you.
And I met you.
It is my favorite holiday!
Nadya...
Yes?
Nadya, darling, I have a...
I have a favor to ask.
Here...
I love it when you sing.
It's just that you are not impartial
towards me.
You bet!
You bet I'm not impartial!
It's been many years now,
that along my street
I hear footsteps.
Those are my friends leaving.
The slow lingering
sound of my friends' footsteps
Are absorbed by the darkness outside.
Oh, loneliness,
you are so harsh on me.
Flashing your iron compasses,
Cold-bloodedly
you close the circle,
Paying no attention
to useless pleas.
Let me rise on tiptoe in your forest,
At the other end
of the slow motion,
Find fallen leaves
and bring them close tom my face,
And take my loneliness as A bliss.
Give me the silence
of your libraries,
The austere music of your concerts,
And I'll be wise,
and I will forget all those,
Who passed away,
and who are still living.
And I will get to know
wisdom and sorrow,
Objects will reveal their hidden
meaning to me,
Nature leaning toward my shoulders
Will open its childish secrets.
And only then from out of tears
and darkness,
From out of the poor ignorance
of the past
The beautiful faces of my friends
Will flash for an instant,
to dissolve again.
The beautiful faces of my friends
Will flash for an instant,
to dissolve again.
- To whose poem is that written?
- Akhmadulina.
What do you want?
- Salad or roast beef?
- Salad... And roast beef.
Nadya, listen to me...
Tonight, on the last night
of the year I intend
to put the question point-blank.
I think
we have to get this unmarried
situation over and done with.
What do you think?
I think it is a wonderful idea.
Only on one condition:
that you will not be jealous of me.
You see, I'm not that young
anymore, and I feel...
Who is that?
I haven't the slightest idea.
Excuse me!
I beg your pardon.
I'm sorry, I wouldn't dream
of using my own key.
What is it you want now?
You see, it so happens...
I don't know anyone in this city,
except you.
And I have no money.
Not a copeck, as it appears.
And they won't sell me a ticket
without money.
Could I borrow 15-16 Rubles from you?
I'll send you the money
first thing tomorrow.
Through wire transfer.
Looks like I will have to pay you
to leave us alone.
Please do.
And now I ask you as a man:
What were you doing here?
- Here?
- Yes, here.
For God's sake, calm down.
I will explain everything.
You see, we have this tradition.
Every year on December 31 me
and my friends go to the bathhouse.
We wash ourselves.
It's been many years now.
After that Pavel was to go
to Leningrad.
And I was planning
on getting married.
To whom?
To whom?
That's not the point now.
In the bathhouse we had a drink.
To my fiancee, to me.
Are you an alcoholic?
No, I don't drink at all.
I drink tea, coffee, liquid yogurt,..
soft drinks, water...
- Nadya? please.
- Don't overdo it!
I am absolutely calm!
After the bath
we went to the airport.
Then we had some more to drink,
but that part I don't remember.
I think they must have put me on
that plane instead of Pavel.