Some cousins came to visit
and now she's complaining
that our place is like a dormitory.
Everyone wants to come to Moscow,
but we can't live like sardines.
Today? No, I can't.
It's daddy's birthday.
Tomorrow? I'd better call you back.
I'll be in class all day.
- Dormitory!
- What else should I say?
- Why don't you just say "hello"?
- Hello? How was I supposed to know?
Fate flies like a rocket
in one huge parabola,
Sometimes along a rainbow,
but mostly in the pitch-dark cupola.
There lived a red-headed artist,
well-known as Gauguin.
A Bohemian, though
he started as a two-bit salesman.
To end up in the Louvre,
originating in Montmartre,
He made a detour
via Java and Sumatra.
He rocketed,
forgetting the madness of money...
What's he trying to say?
After five years of slaving,
buried in textbooks,
you're supposed to go in a factory?
What kind of life is that?
What kind of life do you want?
Stop necking on the street.
You're in a public place.
This chemistry of yours is so
boring. Nothing but formulas.
You don't understand.
Chemistry's the future of mankind.
You should be thinking more
about your present.
- Hey, girls, what about...
- Get lost, will you.
Why did you do that?
They look nice to me.
That's right, just nice.
In Moscow on a quota, just like us.
To love no less than a queen,
to lose no less than a million.
French Film Festival
Ever seen a mink like that?
I love her! It's Koniukhova!
That's what I call life!
Look! Youmatov!
Why are you out here?
Nina was supposed to bring me
an invitation...
Wait. I'll try to get you in.
- Are you an actor too?
- Yeah, just a beginner though.
- A bit late to be getting started.
- What's your name?
You probably never heard of me.
- Tell me anyway.
- Smoktunovsky.
Oh! Kharitonov!
- You fixed it all by yourself?
- Can't wait all day for the adjusters.
Their work load's too big,
you know.
Pretty good. Pretty good.
Tossia, mother wants you
to come to our country place
on Sunday.
Why don't you say something?
- I'm not sure if I should.
- Why not?
Can't you see she's scared?
- Scared of what?
- Just scared.
In that case, why don't you ask
your roommates to come with you?
The fresh air will do them some
good.
Sviridova, when are you going
to pay your union dues?
Do you know how much you
owe us?
Look, why don't you leave her
alone?
Stop playing the tough guy.
Sviridova, stop wrecking my
nervous system.
Do I have to get down on my knees?
Oh, I'm really beat today.
- Liuda, are you coming?
- In a second.
- Ludmilla, aren't you ready yet?
- Ready.
Isn't she just beautiful?
- Ludmilla, where are you going?
- I'm in a hurry.
Where's she off to?
She never goes with us.
- What are you reading?
- A book.
- Is it interesting?
- Very.
What's the title of it?
"The Three Comrades". Never
heard of it.
Really? Everyone in Moscow's
reading it.
- You're not a Muscovite, huh?
- I am, almost.
Hello! Women's dormitory.
For whom? Ludmilla?
Who? Rudolph?
From the television, of course,
I remember.
Oh, that's just grandma kidding.
We've got houseguests from Riga,
so she's calling our apartment
a dormitory.
No, we're spending the weekend
in the country.
- What road we're taking?
- The first we find.
I wouldn't know that.
Our chauffeur takes us there.
I really have to run now,
my dad is waiting.
You're such a liar!
Stop teaching me how to live
my life.
You know, you're quite a catch.
A car, a place in the country...
If I had gotten to you first...
You're not my type.
As for the place in the country,
it's not much more than a cabin.
Oh yeah? That doesn't suit us.
Turn around!
Stop frightening her.
Can't you see how worried she is?
There's nothing to be scared of.
You don't have to marry him at all.
Why talk about marriage?
You're just guests for the weekend.
Come on.
My parents.
Ludmilla.
And Katerina. This is Tossia.
How are you?
In '33 she came
to our factory.
And she