speech is tomorrow.
It's wonderful
Sasha, how's tomorrow?
He said he'd come to the studio
with me. To help me negotiate
to the Head of production.
OK, if he's with you, he'll be
fine.
Okay, Sasha, let's go.
Hello. My name is Victor
Krymsky.
I have a business proposal to
discuss with Mister Greenberg.
Sasha!! I heard you were here.
I just dropped everything and
here I am!
That's great! That's great!
Don't forget. Tomorrow!
Sasha, we really have to go.
We'll miss the Head of production.
I'm the president of
cooperative"Knowledge".
Do you have a car?
I'll drive you.
We would like to discuss the
possibility of working with you.
Excuse me, mister Greenberg is
going to a very important
meeting right now.
Sasha, How's tomorrow?
I'm Lomova! Asya Lomova! Could
I really have aged so much?
This is my second day in Moscow.
So far, I haven't managed to
sleep a wink, or to have a
single moment to myself.
Helen and I were met at the airport
by my old friends Tolik and
Natasha, and, also, Jill.
Jill was already deep into her new
environmental documentary project,
so she came to Moscow earlier
than last week in search of
footage and co-producers.
The whole gang is so excited!
Greenberg is coming!
He was the first we knew who
emigrated, and now he is the
first who came back.
Hard to believe it is really
happening.
It seems as if all of Moscow has
nothing else to talk about.
Natasha was the prettiest girl
in the entire physics department
so, obviously, everybody
gravitated towards her.
Every holiday we would gather at
her parents' house.
Each of us fell in love with
her, more or less.
Oh, It's rare for a woman to be
studying physics.
Especially one like you...
It was the same at Harvard.
My parents are still alive, they
remember you.
They want to have a party
Wednesday for the whole gang in
honor of your visit.
Like old times.
When I left Moscow 17 years
before this moment
I had no inkling or even hope that
I would come back here for a visit.
Back then for the first time in
decades,
a door had been cracked open in
the Soviet Union's Iron Curtain.
Of all the soviet citizens some Jews
were allowed to leave the country
to supposedly to unite with
their families in Israel.
And everybody knew if you were
lucky and could leave,
you'd become "an emigrant" to
those left behind.
Officially this word sounded
like "An enemy of Russia".
You would never be able to see your
birthplace and your friends again.
But recently, under
"Perestroika" (Restructuring)
my friends were permitted again
to consider me their friend.
Hello.
It's for you. You've been
traced, already.
The following day consisted of
three dinners and four suppers.
Everybody wanted to see the man
returned from beyond.
From where no one they knew had
ever returned before.
They wanted to see but strangely
enough not to hear.
They were no longer interested
in the outside world.
Too many things were happening
in their own.
They just elected the first
president of Russia Boris Yeltsin
and said good-bye to the father
of "Perestroika"
the president of disintegrated
USSR Mikhail Gorbachev.
Did you vote for Yeltsin?
Yes...
How could you?! Just wait till
you've made him a dictator,
he'll show you.
You have a better alternative?
You fear there may be a civil
war. Well, it's already here.
Gorbachev was the greatest
leader of our time!
Look at what he's done in
Eastern Europe!
Gorbachev is the same as the
rest, only weaker!
He couldn't revive the economy, he
couldn't give freedom to the republics!
Gorbachev is a man of compromise,
a politician without principle.
He cannot be trusted. I don't know
why Americans are so fond of him!
Americans consider compromise a
virtue.
Anyway imagine if Gorbachev went
ahead with his reforms without
compromise, and we'd have chaos.
It seems to me we are on the
verge of a collapse.
Perestroika is dead!
Perestroika has just begun.