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live without a man.
What a silly stuff. Let's have some tea.
- Sophie, do you mind?
Sure, Serge.
I'll show you stereo pictures and let this
tango warm up our hearts.
I've got them from Paris.
French life-style.
Bring me a strawberry jam.
Composition One.
Premonition of love.
- My God, isn't she ashamed?
- What exactly to be ashamed o
He will come soon.
- Does she expect him right in her bed?
- A French woman.
- They do it, that way.
Sweet relax.
My love.
What's up?
This is Andre.
Hello, yes, dear, it's me your sweetheart.
I'll get prepared to meet stock-holders.
- You work too much, dear.
I'm glad you telephone to me,
my sweet monster. Serge is here.
I hate to hear this dentist is around you
when I'm out. Show him the door!
He came to Zakharych to treat his tooth.
- Let him go, when it's over.
Kiss you, my bird, my sweet girl,
my sweetest girl!
I give you a big hug.
Have you ever cleaned your teeth?
Too late to treat it. I've to pull it down.
Pull it down, Serge his mouth stinks
awufully, indeed.
- It's painful. He'll start yelling.
- I'll put some loud music.
I hate when people shout.
My God!
Here you are!
Marpha, follow me!
Give me my tooth!
Wait, son of a bitch!
A lady to see you.
Thank you, Matvey.
- Kill the light.
- No light.
Then, please... turn away from me.
- I can't.
- Then close your eyes.
- It's above me.
And then, how could I cope with that
damned corset with my eyes closed?
- You know, the hooks are in the front.
- Why didn't you tell me so?
- I thought you knew.
All of you have it different ways.
Please, I'm begging you... turn away.
I'm begging you not to beg me.
I'm off.
The poet came back home
after a lavish party
I've come, my precious one,
I'm coming home.
I have come,
I have come.
I see, the key's in the shoe.
Key, come out!
It won't.
It means I gambled it away.
Could I lose my apartment as well?
Complete with my wife?
How horrible!
Unfortunately, the movie camera was late.
The most interesting thing remained off-screen.
A drunken lout.
I envy your freedom so much.
I wonder if I could be just as free as you are,
could you marry me?
- Of course.
It's so good when you don't have to hurry
home, don't have to lie or make excuses,
don't have to think what time it is now.
- By the way, what time it is now?
Well, can't be over 12.
- 5 o'clock in the morning!
- How can it be, 5?
- God damn it!
- What have I done?
What about me?
What do you have to do with it? You're free!
- Am I? What about my wife?
What wife? You said you're a bachelor!
- No time to think of it now.
- He's married! This is base!
- Home... home.
The hooks are in the front.
And you, with her, with your wife,
in this very bed, in this bedroom...
- Where is your wife now?
- In the country house.
Where is my hat?
- You were hatless.
- I was hatted!
You were everything-less.
Home at last!
It's me, pussycat. Don't be afraid.
We went on a little spree.
Pussycat, where are you?
Are you asleep?
Couldn't wait for me.
Kitty, where are you?
Andrey! A man is in here!
- Where's the man?
- Over there, in the bed.
A male specimen in my pussycat's
- Who are you? Introduce yourself!
- I'm a cuckold!
- Just a sec, I'll get dressed.
- Give me back my things.
- Madam, please confirm it.
- Yes.
- These are my things.
- They're mine.
- Are they yours?
- They're mine!
Yours? You won't see them, then!
Don't you dare to throw away
other people's things!
My robe!
Now, get out!
- It's locked.
- Then open it!
The key.
Where's the key?
The key was in the robe thrown
away by that idiot.
He doesn't hear it. He's dead drunk.
Could I leave through the back door?
It's under repairs. Long been
The balcony.
That's what remains!
- Well, I'm gone or what?
- Go.
Listen, why do you have to whistle?
Let me whistle some.
Away with you!
I'm tired of whistling. Is he a
doorman or what? He won't answer!

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