- Let him in.
You're the last person
I expected to see.
How did your friend receive you?
I hope she treated you well?
What's the matter with you?
Melancholy?
In our times, you're
supposed to be an optimist.
Take everything from life.
I've taken everything, Zoya dear,
nothing left.
My goodness, could it be that
Madam had thrown you out?
Yes, she had.
Well, well, it's interesting.
Have a seat.
Tell me about your parting.
I love to hear about partings.
You see...
I told her a lot of lies.
What lies?
That you're unmarried?
Everybody says that,
and nobody believes.
What? Are you married?
What are you talking about?
All I have is a stamp in my passport.
No, I made up a much more
solid decoration.
Well, I'm not the chief engineer of
the Soviet Union. So what?
Oh, stop being so modest. It makes
me sick just listening to it.
A chauffer in the North!
I can imagine how much money
they fork over to you!
She's just lucky, that woman,
no doubt about it.
No, Zoya, nobody's lucky
in this situation.
You're something! He's dumping me,
and I'm supposed to comfort him.
What a louse!
I have exams tomorrow, 68 questions,
one is more intricate than the other.
I got stuck on the 8th,
and I don't despair.
And you? Shame on you!
A young man,
everything's still in front of you.
I had everything in front at 17,
and I still have everything in front.
It's not for you to complain.
You've seen so much in your life,
no less than Maxim Gorky.
Maxim Gorky had written 30 volumes.
Well, not everyone
has the same talents.
Tell me, is she at least interesting?
- Who?
- Your madam.
An uninteresting woman
is the same as a stupid man.
Yeah...
I've got absolutely unscrewed
with you here.
Time to go home, to work.
"It's time! It's time! Already our faces
Tingle with the light wind of
remembrance."
Sasha, I got...
...an idea.
How about a kiss?
Don't be scared, I was just kidding.
You know why
I'm so frivolous?
It's because my great-grandfather
was a pure Frenchman.
I got to go.
- Why did you come?
- To say goodbye.
Well, say it.
Grapes.
Customer, wait by the phone.
Hi, Katya.
You got a new hairstyle?
It's called the nimbus of peace.
You want to place a call?
- No. I came to say goodbye.
- You didn't seem to plan to leave.
I'm like a soldier.
Carrying all my things with me.
Life goes on.
Can't you talk at home?
It's business, grandma.
Where are you going?
To Vorkuta.
Enough of bustling about here.
You want me to call the police?
I'm a policeman myself.
All right, goodbye. Give my love to
Slavka. He's a swell guy, by the way.
Well, and to Tamara Vasilyevna.
With all my best wishes.
Take care.
Excuse me, comrades.
I'm sorry.
What is it? A loony bin
being taken on a guided tour?
Excuse me, comrades.
Never mind, it happens.
Nobody wants to do his job.
Valya, what time does the Vorkuta
train leave? Yes, today.
For how long will this go on?
People are waiting in line.
You make as much noise as 10 people.
What? At 21:40?
Thanks.
That's it, my patience ran out.
Give me a complaints book.
Can I speak to Slava?
What about Tamara Vasilyevna?
Give me a complaints book!
Tell them I called from
the telephone station. Thanks.
What do you want? Are you going
to die if you don't telephone?
I remember I was wounded.
I was being jolted in an ambulance,
clinging to its side.
I had a shell fragment
in my left lung.
It was 1943.
I was thinking: if I stoop forward,
blood will gush out from the throat.
That must be the end of me, I thought.
I don't have much longer to live.
And only one thought in my head:
if I were let live one more year,
a very long year!
Millions of those
endless minutes.
Thank you.
Will you have a drink?
Oh hell! How much
would I have done in that year!
I would have worked
for 15, 20 hours a day.
Probably, I would have done something.
Look, friend,
do you know this song...
It's not for me...
I forgot the tune.
But the