ceramics.
Some people are tiled.
Block building is not unusual.
Take Lyova. He is thatched.
- I am flattered.
- What about me?
You are, I think, of surrogate materials.
- Pardon?
- I mean top quality synthetics.
And there's our friend Volodya.
A very modern creation.
He is antimagnetic...
frost-resistant... waterproof...
antirust...
It is a refractory metal.
You can put him in space.
And he will not burn in dense atmosphere.
This is why I have no misgivings about him.
Be calm, my friend, be calm,
Everything is still to come.
Let grief, like a belltower at night,
Stab at your guts.
An ending is not the end,
The dawns bloom as before.
Your grief is not the reason,
It's only another step.
The steps creak underfoot,
What's gone through is left aside.
The steps creak underfoot
And the years hang behind you.
And you keep smoking restlessly,
And a shadow lies under the eyes,
And your camp bed is freezing,
And a black bird is circling.
Be calm, my friend, be calm,
There's more drinking
and more songs in store.
And in future wars
Your lot is to survive.
The dawns are now awake
That will bring you back to life.
And the bullets are now moulded
That are destined to miss you.
Mom...
So how are you doing?
Misha's not in bed yet?
Why?
Can't you put a child to bed?
No one called me?
All right, I'll be there soon.
All right, all right.
- How will it end?
- What?
- All this hassle.
- We'll see.
- They are all so worried and sympathetic.
- They like it.
It makes them nobler.
'Go ahead, guys, be firm, be brave.'
'And we'll applaud you...
quietly, of course... out of sight.'
- What is it?
- Nothing.
- Can't I look at you?
- You can.
He gave his permission.
You are so level-headed.
- Do you ever get ill?
- Dunno.
Let you become sick for a while.
I will take care of you.
- Did you ever cry?
- Now you want me to be ill and crying.
Why?
- Everyone must cry sometime.
OK, I will try.
This is all rubbish.
I do not believe in myself at all.
Have to pull through somehow.
Have to get independent. All rubbish.
Nobody knows what people think at night.
When alone.
Hello. I'm listening.
Who is this?
Zhenya...
Please forgive me.
It's difficult to talk now.
Could you call another time?
In a few days.
My father died.
Goodbye. Excuse me.
Who was it?
Just... somebody.
- Should we call...
- No, I have already.
- Then I will say tomorrow...
- Right.
Anna Gavrilovna called.
Yes, let her come.
- Have you managed to reach Olga?
- Yes. She will come
directly to the station. Michael is away
on an assignment.
- What time does the train arrive?
- 9:10 pm.
- There's time.
- We'll take a taxi.
- We could call for one.
- There's a taxi stand nearby.
Yes...
Wait, wait...
It will be very difficult for her.
But it can happen any time to anybody.
You be strong.
Come together to visit in October.
We have a motor boat. Does he fish?
- I don't think so.
- Are you married now?
- No.
- What is he waiting for?
- We are both waiting.
- Seems a nice guy. He doesn't drink?
- No. - Not stingy?
- Not in the least.
It's the main thing.
Meanness is so off-putting.
What about women?
- I haven't asked.
- You know, it's life.
- I understand.
Has he got friends?
- He has lots of friends.
- Lots is not good, either.
It means he is the same with everybody.
And where are his parents?
- His mother's in Serpukhov.
- It's life.
- Look... is it all right for me to...
- Of course.
Please come again.
- Excuse me.
- I'll walk with you a bit.
- Hello, Lena.
- Hello.
- Do you want an apple?
- Thank you.
- Nasty weather. It's autumn already.
I'll take the next one.
- Who was the woman with the Army officer?
- My cousin and her husband.
Go.
Go.
So unexpected.
He shouldn't have gone there,
he didn't have to go.
He hadn't been feeling well.
Somebody else had refused,
found a pretext.
And Dad got so obstinate about going.
He just had to. And he went.
All