Russia.
No more, thank you. I'm through.
Vassily, leave him alone.
Enough is enough.
I drank it. But you want all peoples
of the world to drink with you.
Professor, I'm insulted.
That's better.
No more for me.
I have work to do.
I can't put it back in the bottle.
What would he think of us?
All right, but it's the last one.
- Best of health.
- Best of health.
Your health!
The toasting one drinks bottoms up.
I'm going back to work.
That's not the proper way to do it!
You've got to stay with us.
Aren't we having a good time?
You know, I picked a big basket
of mushrooms this morning.
And where were you, lazybones?
You should go mushroom-picking.
Then you'd pour yourself a vodka
and have it with a mushroom.
And Andrei never sends his wife
out for mushrooms, either.
He's not educating his wife
the right way, you know.
Don't you forget that...
In your foreign countries, are
there mushroom forests there, too?
There are no mushroom forests
in foreign countries.
There are mushroom forests
everywhere.
Alright. I'm not going to rush you.
We'll replace it with something.
But what are we going to do with
Scofield? We'll get the same hassle.
No, you can't take that away!
Scofield is mine to do.
I'm begging you...
All right, we'll see.
No, that's not how it goes.
White geese are sailing to dear
Marusia...
Bouzykine! I had it retyped.
Now it's okay.
Listen!
"The Sad Story of a Bastard.
"The empty lot was magnet to the
neighborhood's trash, dirty and evil.
Old whiskey bottles,
rusty tin cans,
coils of wire were scattered
here and there.
Between two grimy poles,
the women had strung up ropes
which blossomed with the morning's
wash.
An old man in white garb..."
Enough talking! Go get rubber boots.
I'm lending Bill a pair of mine.
- Boots? What for?
- To go to the mushroom forest.
The man's never seen one. He'll
have stories to tell back home.
You go, if you like, but not me.
Just there and back.
And that's the end of it.
And that's the end of it.
- Do you like our countryside?
- Yes, very much.
Would you like to spend a couple
of days in the country?
I would like it very much, yes!
- I can arrange it.
- Thank you.
My cousin works in a sanatorium.
He's the head doctor.
It's a TB sanatorium,
but you don't have to worry.
My cousin's there every day, and
he's not coughing. Just say when.
Thank you, but I'm very busy now.
Maybe I had better wait
for my next visit.
Whatever you say. Let me know
then through my friend here.
Hey, Andrei, if you want to, I can
fix it up for you to stay there, too.
- No, thanks.
- You look like you need it.
This forest is not what it used
to be.
The jerks come here in their cars.
They've cleaned out all mushrooms.
Professor, do you own a car?
I own a car. Yes.
I told you, Andrei, you should buy
a car. We could've ridden here now.
I couldn't afford the gas.
There's no more forest. Let's go
back.
I'll bet we find mushrooms
over there.
- We can't stop now.
- No, pals, I'm going back.
- Professor, you want to go back?
- No, I'm fine.
I don't either. It's two against one.
We are not letting you leave.
What d'you mean, "not letting"?
You want to pick mushrooms,
very well. But I don't want to!
Nobody says you have to.
Just walk with us.
I said I don't want to pick
mushrooms.
And you pay no attention to me!
As if I'm not here.
We came together,
and we'll go home together.
Let's go, Bill.
Hold it!
Vassily, you're a free man.
You do as you want.
And Bill is also free.
Well, so am I free too, you hear?
And nobody's stepping on me anymore.
From now on, that's how it's
going to be. Enjoy yourselves!
He spoke too fast. I didn't
understand.
The key from my apartment!
Here.
Thank you very much.
Why? Because
I told him the truth.
- What for?
- I'm tired of lying.
I really was at Varvara's last
night.
You should lie to just one of us.
You lie here, there and everywhere.
You make more trouble for