looks like she still
cares for me.
My drinking seems to worry her.
Well, she had never seen me
drinking so much before.
The creator of the film you are
about to see,
Jill Stratton, is with us today.
Do you see the beautiful lady
standing by the camera?
That is miss Stratton herself.
"The beautiful lady standing by
the camera" is my lover, Jill.
Not that we're really lovers.
Not now, anyway.
Sasha, what's the matter? I
don't understand.
Don't you?
And that is Natasha. In a way,
she is also my lover. Ex.
Go. Leave Russia. Your place is
out there.
What about you?
What about me?
Even though we are very old friends,
our intimate relationship was
brief.
As for the past seventeen years,
we not only haven't seen each other,
but have not even corresponded.
But I didn't correspond with
anyone in Russia.
While the room is being engulfed
by darkness,
I would like to read a brief
passage from John Milton's
"Paradise Lost".
In this passage, the angel Raphael
is speaking to Adam and Eve.
The imposing gentleman at the podium,
is my professor, Doctor Gross.
I have not seen Henrich Gross
for the past 17 years either.
"...To ask or search I blame
thee not;
for Heaven Is as the Book of God
before thee set,
Wherein to read his wondrous
works, and learn His seasons,
hours, or days, or months, or
years.
the rest from Man or Angel the
great Architect
Did wisely to conceal, to move
His laughter at their quaint
opinions wide Hereafter,
when they come to model Heaven,
And calculate the stars."
I remember one of my last
meetings with Gross
before I left Russia.
Continue your cosmological
research for God, and make the
bomb - for Caesar.
Well for the last seventeen years
both of us each in the country
of his choice
kept calculating the stars for
God and building bombs for the
Caesars of our choice.
In the past two decades,
a microscopic flash of time,
we have been able to reveal so
many secrets of the Great Architect
that we cannot look at footage
reflecting the results
of this change without utter
fascination.
It is debatable how long the
Great Architect can continue to
conceal his secrets.
If we may remind him of the old
saying: "He who laughs last
laughs longest."
As in the old days Gross was
challenging God himself.
I must admit, I was surprised to
see how little he has changed.
Perhaps he has discovered the
fountain of youth.
The city beyond the windows is
my city,
although until the commencement
of our story
I have been away from it for
seventeen years.
I was born in this city, and I
lived here for many years.
It is a living entity to me, so
I hope you are not surprised
that I introduce it as one of
the characters of this film.
And this is my planet - Earth.
On the grand astrophysical
scale,
a place just as small and cozy
as one's home town.
Earth is also one of our
characters.
Ah, Home, Sweet Home. One does
not choose one's homeland.
Our Universe. The way we "model
heaven and calculate the stars"
on our computers.
I have spent my whole life
trying to understand what limits
there are,
and what lies beyond them.
Striving to break through the
Iron Curtain hung by God Himself.
Why did you walk out on my film?
I have seen it many times
before.
Why did you walk out on your own
film?
I have seen it too. You're
trying to escape so you can keep
getting drunk?
You promised to come help me at
the studio.
But you're shooting.
I'm done for the day. Wait here,
I'll tell Lynn to pack up alone.
Sasha? Sasha Greenberg?
Oh, you don't recognize me!
It's me - Kostya Ruemin!
Remember?
It's a shame to forget your
friends!
Let's get together! My wife will make
a good dinner. We'll have a good time.
Excuse me. I am sorry. We
haven't been introduced, but I
know who you are.
I need to discuss something with
you. My name is Victor Krymsky.
They're all are over him.
I'm afraid he's going to drink
himself into oblivion, and his