long.
I guess, in summer.
They offer me to go on leave now.
We could all get together
and go skiing.
I saw skis at "Dinamo",
Polish ones, of red plastic.
- You can do anything on them.
- I envy you.
A month of skiing
and you'll be in form, too.
- I don't mean that.
- What, then?
Well. Everything
is easy and fun for you.
Every morning I work out with weights,
dive in an ice-hole and read papers.
So what's new?
Nothing's changed in the world
since you got sick.
You know, I was thinking,
and I realized that
I'm an absolutely right man.
I work, I plan to enter a college,
I participate in social
life, I'm an agitator.
You're just an ordinary Soviet man.
Where're those ordinary men?
Are you ordinary?
I'm a many-sided man.
- Hi, you malingerers.
- Hi.
I do everything right -
no reprimands, no criminal record.
Your picture can make
the cover of the Ogonyok magazine.
The insert.
- What's the score?
- 3 to 0.
A multicolor reproduction.
N. Fokin at the sick
Nekrasov's bedside.
Are we winning?
- Did you come here to watch TV?
- We are.
Lucia sent this.
Slava, didn't she send something
more substantial to supplement this?
No, she didn't even think of it.
It's sad.
I don't know, but sometimes I think
that my life is right and decent,
but that's not enough.
A disturbed conscience of a criminal.
You didn't rob or kill anyone.
Live and enjoy.
I understand you,
there's such a philosophy -
live and rejoice
that you're not a scoundrel,
that there're people who are much
worse than you are.
Your mother will come and,
as a doctor, she'll explain to you
that these are just
complications because of a flu.
By the way, someone is sending her.
Love. She's hurt you don't call her.
We bought an armchair.
- Whom am I supposed to call?
- Natasha. She says you forgot her.
There're wardrobes,
but they're not what she wants.
Want me to give you mine?
- I do.
- Take it.
All ways and byways got overgrown
where were walking feet of my own.
You feel sad, Seryozha?
Go on, nurse your sadness.
This is just a routine.
Way to go!
11 to 3.
Your machine is jamming.
- Why don't you fix it?
- I'll take a look on Saturday.
I've got an iron burned down, an alarm
clock not ticking and a weaving bike.
Bring them in.
- Kulibin.
- Russian whiz kid.
Printing pioneer Ivan Fyodorov.
Tom and Jerry.
- Good evening.
- Good evening.
- Well, what?
- What what?
Tell me honestly, don't you
regret all those wasted years?
All right, enough is enough.
I got fed up at school with this
talk about the meaning of life.
We should live, and not engage
in idle talk.
My Vovka was silent all day yesterday,
and today he's screaming like hell.
You should get married.
Then you will live a full,
sensible life, like your friend here.
- Perhaps he's teething.
- Or maybe It's his tummy?
It must be his teeth, it's time.
Turn over.
Slava, get ready. Let's go.
I've never seen
the cupping-glass being administered.
- Stay for supper.
- I haven't been home yet.
- Come and visit us.
- Come everyday.
Come on.
I'm sick and tired.
What are you sick and tired of?
I'm sick and tired of this winter.
Don't bother, I'm not sleeping.
Vera, turn off the tap in the kitchen,
It's trickling.
Vitka.
It's easier to do it yourself than
ask you.
Can you hear me?
Yes.
I can't hear you very well.
No, no, nothing's happened.
You fool.
Just listen to everything dripping.
Open the window.
Yes, It's dripping.
The ebullient, the powerful,
Unconquerable by anyone,
My motherland,
My city of Moscow,
I love you with my whole heart!
Pass him to his father.
Come, come to your daddy.
Miss?
Hello.
Happy holiday.
Thanks.
How are you?
Fine, but you must've mistaken...
No.
So, how are you doing?
Thank you, I'm fine.
And what's your name?
Anya!
Anya! Anya!
Excuse me.
Where have you been?
- Kolka, help me out.
- What's up?
I'll explain.
C'mon Slava.
Hurry, hurry.
Lucia, I'll be right back.