beg you, Kolia, be quiet.
- I'm going to shave.
- You'll cut yourself.
Fucking not!
Where's my razor?
On the balcony.
Why are you talking like that?
You know when she showed up?
Just before you.
- Where have you been?
- I had a walk.
- Where have you been?!
- Kolia, we'll sort it out ourselves.
Hiding in the bushes!
I haven't lashed you enough!
Why are you yelling?
Go and eat.
Like mother like daughter!
I'm going to shave!
You can't shave!
I told you: Go and eat!
- There it goes. The circus in town.
- Oh, my heart!
It hurts!
Take your legs away.
- Your daughter is a whore!
- Yours, too.
Oh, how it hurts!
Mom!
You deal with him!
Get up.
No.
Dad, you hear me?
Mom!
- Don't call her.
- Then get up yourself.
Oh, it hurts!
Come on!
- I'm going to call the ambulance.
- No, I'll get up myself.
Get up then.
You die like that and no one
will have a kind word for you.
And I've been breaking my back
for you all my life.
Ruining my health.
But no one loves me.
Everybody loves you.
Stop acting like a baby!
Hush, the neighbors will hear you.
Why be so loud?
Oh, it hurts.
Sure it hurts
when you drink so much.
Go to sleep.
- I won't.
- Sleep.
Go to bed.
I got no strength left.
Why spend all that money
on medicines?
With you...
...no medicines would be enough.
You haven't washed the floors again.
Before, in India,
according to an ancient custom,
the wife had no right
to live longer than her husband.
She was destined for an awful lot.
She was burned in the bonfire,
along with her dead husband's body.
I would have run away.
What do you think,
who is he to her?
Her first daddy, I guess.
If my mother had married
all her lovers,
I would have got 4 daddies.
The most interesting thing is
that they themselves wanted it.
In the last century
that custom was abolished.
But despite the strictest ban, there
have been cases of self-immolation.
There have been cases
of self-immolation.
Well, I wouldn't say that living
without a husband is worse than dying.
A woman was pushed into
the fire by some inner impulse.
In other words,
by the irresistible calling
of a deeply disturbed spirit.
The day after tomorrow we'll be
seeing Andrei off. Are you going?
I don't know.
He loves you by the way.
Will you write to him?
Who loves whom? He loves me.
So let him write.
I dig him like a boa constrictor
digs a package of insecticide.
So you dumped me, didn't you?
I was standing alone.
They were fighting around.
Where was your shoulder
I could lean on?
I came home in tears,
hardly alive.
Hello, Vera.
Like a weak tune, a ray sprang up
in my bosom.
My dear Sergey, I'm being
so lonesome.
I wrote it myself.
Isn't it great?
Absolutely.
And Vera says my poems
make her feel like itching.
I bet Vera loves Pushkin.
And Dostoyevsky and Gogol.
- And do you love me?
- I do.
Oh?
I see a big, beautiful Soviet
feeling being born here.
I won't stand in your way,
my friend.
Only don't go too far.
Happiness is like a sparrow
perched on a tree.
The wind blows, and it would flee.
A poem I wrote myself.
Isn't it great?
Well... it is.
Are we going to sit like that?
We could go to the movies.
Oh, you're not in bed yet?
Turn off the radio.
I got it real bad this time.
People in the trolleybus said there'd
been a fight in the park again.
Easy, easy.
Rolls.
Are you going to eat?
I'm too tired.
Why are you eating dry bread?
Have some potatoes with meat.
It's late.
Let's go to sleep.
You haven't washed the floors again!
Vera!
Vera, come on, give me a hand.
Well?
Are we going to meet ships together?
Vera.
You've got a beautiful name.
Vera. (means 'faith' in Russian)
You must wait for him.
See how he loves you?
I feel kind of sad today.
Tolyan, what time is it?
Just half an hour left.
Finished your coffee?
- Get your purse.
- Take it.
Get your purse.
Your greed is going to kill you.
I love you.
Am I supposed to
marry you because of that?