Oh God, what kind of a man are you?
l'm going home alone.
l don't mind.
l'm terribly tired today.
l can't believe it.
The air is so good!
Aren't we lucky
to be far away from everybody now!
Lyusia! Lyusia!
Lyusia, it's heavy, let me help.
Kostya, what are you doing here?
l live nearby.
Let me carry these things.
No, we'll do it ourselves.
l'm here with my husband.
- Nice meeting you.
- How do you do.
So we're neighbors now.
And here's Vera, and Romka.
Goodbye, Kostya.
- l could give you a hand.
- Kostya.
- You don't have to feel shy.
- Go away, for God's sake!
Please.
What a hero!
You jumped like a real athlete.
What is it, mom?
At home he has radiculitis, but when
she's in his way, he's healthy.
Stop it, Vera. l hope l didn't
forget my medical certificate.
l haven't seen her for 15 years.
So you counted?
You counted it, didn't you?
l just remember it.
We'll have to change the apartment.
Just imagine, we're neighbors!
l couldn't dream of anything better!
Who was that man?
Who? My sometime admirer.
Oh God, we were even kissing then!
lt makes me sick just to think of it.
First love, my God!
We might as well change the apartment!
The woman got off her rocker.
That weakling will go flying
from here like a butterfly.
He will keep coming and moaning.
l know him.
Then we'll have to punch him.
Right, Katya?
lt looks like we'll have to.
Vera.
What do you think?
Shall we have a suit made for me?
As you wish.
People say they make good suits now.
Really? For 15 years he's
been happy with suits from a store.
Mom, let him have one made.
l can do without,
if you make such conclusions.
Mom, why did you get upset?
lt's all because of her, haven't you
noticed? He hasn't been sick since.
But it's good, isn't it?
l won't be home for supper.
We're going to "Westside Story".
Parents.
l love you.
Do not fight.
Vera.
Let's have something made for you.
l was waiting all evening, then
figured out you were at the theatre.
With the kids.
You're crazy. You could've asked me
to go, but you had to ask really well.
l would have been difficult at first,
but then would have gone with you.
And would have been difficult
all night.
You would have yawned, coughed
and groaned.
Tanya, l don't feel comfortable when
you want me to impersonate Chekhov.
You set too high standards in life.
Change the angle of your compasses,
and everything will gel.
Actually, it's atavism,
to follow your heart's calling.
l know everything
you're going to say.
"l'm coming to you after work,
tired and drawn out."
Right, my love.
That's reality.
As a doctor, l'm a hundred times
above Chekhov.
As for the rest, please
spare me this comparison.
The show was awful.
My children behaved abominably.
That pure feeling of love...
...and they roar with laughter.
And anyway, l'll start my lesson
tomorrow with discussing this play.
l'll tell them, "You were laughing.
l felt like laughing, too.
But we're about to enter
the world of literature
which all tells us of love, all of it.
Pushkin, and Tolstoy, and Turgenev."
Yet the classics wrote
not only about love,
but sometimes about
the daily bread, too,
which is more important for life.
You want everyone
to be like you.
Why not? A healthy society
without any complexes.
l'm the only teacher
whose subject concerns the soul.
l can't get away from it.
Or you think that the soul
is a complex, too?
l'm not building bridges,
because l don't know how to do it.
How can you teach about love
if you yourself are running from it
like...
...a chased hare?
Still smooching?
Like babies.
All right, go.
You're making fun of me.
- You yourself will fall in love at 16.
- So it'll be soon.
And it'll be just a child's play,
like what l had with Kostya.
Then with your dad.
And at last,
l've got something real...
...when l didn't expect it at all.
Not everybody has it like this.
Of course. But you, like me,
have two crowns on your