ear.
- Why don't you ask her in?
- She's so mean.
Once we make it louder,
she starts banging on the wall.
Thank God it's your wall,
not the KGB's.
Bite your tongue.
Terrific. Look at those jerks.
It may be somebody's...
secret. I'll show you the secret.
Watch the next scene.
- What are you doing?
- Taking oil.
The holy family. - Why oil?
... including the Mother of God.
I want you to repeat it
after me. No, no. - No, don't.
For Christ's sake!
You're overreacting.
I don't want to see it.
They've seen it in all
civilized countries.
Let them but I'm not going
to watch pornography.
That's a regular elitist flick.
- Hey, what's the row?
- It's okay. We're fine.
We're partying.
Just unwinding a little.
People envy me. I got a car,
a dacha. I go abroad...
Now they'll be saying
I've got porno flicks.
So you admit it's porno.
You tell this to the cops
when they come for me.
Sonya, it's a great movie.
Great? It's humuliation
of human nature.
How did Zabolotsky put it?
"How life does change,
How I change with life."
20 years ago we were going
from the registry office
along this embankment.
Twenty years ago!
How could I forget it, Serge?
We were walking and you
wore me out whimpering
that I'd divorce you the next morning.
You'd led me on five years
at college.
You ditched me twice. Well,
I said, I've no luck.
After you got your diploma
you brought me dandelions.
And you fell for it. Did you
feel sorry for me? Yes, you did.
Your mum's a nice one too.
"It's a mesaillance, Sonya."
You should be ashamed to say
such things about my mother.
If my parents hadn't moved
into our dacha,
all five of us would've still
shared that 2-room apartment.
It suited you to a T.
I touch you at night and you say no.
Mum's not sleeping,
Dad's coughing...
It beats me how you gave me
Sasha.
Why did it take you so long
to give me a baby?
We couldn't afford it.
Of course we could.
We didn't even have a home.
It's just you never loved me.
The words you say, Serge.
Super.
Look, Sonya...
Hush. You'll wake Sasha.
- Let's turn on the light.
- Why? - I want it.
- What? Sasha'll wake up.
- No, he won't.
- Let's turn it on.
- What do you want to see?
Your eyes.
You'll see them tomorrow.
- There must be some variations.
- Like what?
- Sonya, kiss me down there.
- Down where? - Down there.
- What? - Why not?
- What do you mean?
- You are so unromantic.
- Do you call it romanticism?
I guess so.
You've seen too much
of that trash. Let's sleep.
Cut it.
Enough.
Look, let's do it standing
in front of the mirror.
Christ! I nearly missed my stop.
- Visiting your parents?
- Yes. With some critical stuff.
Where are you taking your brood?
To work. People complain Grey
howls when he stays alone.
I talked to the vet I know.
He says he's climacteric.
Who? The vet?
Grey, not the vet.
I guess he misses Mitya.
Mitya is his master.
How is he doing in the army?
Do you get letters from him?
Not a line. What if he's been
sent to Afghanistan?
Don't panic.
- I'm scared for him. - Well, bye.
- Bye, Anyuta. Good luck, Grey.
- Mama!
- Sonya. I'll be back.
Gavryusha, my dear doggie.
Dad, you have changed.
A real bee-keeper.
I take in about 16 kg
from every bee-hive.
You do? That's worker bees
for you.
I've brought you some food.
You saw Nina again?
Right. We are receiving
Frenchmen tomorrow.
I've got to make the table. I'll
buy some things at the market.
Frenchmen? You sound so matter-of-fact
as if you were receiving them
every day.
Serge made his acquaintance
when he was working
on his book in France.
It turned out the guy fought
in that squadron
and is a big shot over there.
Also the chairman of the society
of Soviet-French friendship.
He's here and wants to see us.
How interesting. I'll go
tell your father.
Volodya, Sonya is receiving
Frenchmen tomorrow.
"A Frenchie from Bordeau."
They're all Maquis now.
In May, 1945 Keitel was
to sign an act