perestroika demagogy is prosperous and gone astray.
You're no fool, i hope, and you won't get the idea to believe in them.
Just look at their smug physiognomies when they with their hats on
fidget in their uncomfortable mausoleum
and wave their hands at their stupid ??? habitually
demonstrating them meek stupidity.
Insignificance and stupidity forever.
You and me, Dmitriy, we're absolutely alone in the world.
There are only to of us, Labanovs, left in this white world. You're the last one.
On you lies responsibilty before old, honourable, russian nobiliary kin.
It's bitter and frightful to live without motherland.
But it's even more bitter and frightful to live one's live together with fools
according to their foolish laws
without conscience and truth.
Only in conscience and truth lies your future. I want that you had it.
Respond immediately. I am old.
God bless you. Your grandfather Vitaly.
Cannes. 7th of april, 1989.
Hello.
I live there - that window.
We're neighbours. To tell the truth - while you weren't there i crawled in
and used the phone.
Where does such goody come from?
It's my mothers. For relaxation [times].
It's your luck you came upon me. I'm practically an angel,
angel, angel...you'll see.
Just imagine if you'd run across some kind of bandit,
thief or convict.
On 70th anniversary of soviet rule there was an amnesty.
Have you heard about it?
One can't open one's mouth now: [somebody] will punch it right away.
Look, how much goods you have, and no security!
Take this video and...away.
That's no video, that's telly.
Now concentrate.
Done.
Will it be possible for one man to pass through your room?
Just pass through...and in the opposite direction.
Man is very good. Under my responsibility.
Or maybe parents will get mad?
I have no parents.
Where did they disappear?
That's simple. Mother died a year ago.
Why did you put on the glasses?
I don't know, eyes somehow get blinded.
Vova? Vovochka, Volodyechka, Volozha...
What are you waffling? What jail? What deportation? Summer...sun...
And phone's owner is come.
Thundrestruck youth. Strange, open russian soul.
Non-conformist, he'll give away his last shirt...
and i'll be his guardian angel. I am an angel, am i not, Vova?
I am an angel, do say so!
You can do it right away. In the centre.
What is the address here?
Address? Voyevodin's crossing, house #2/2.
Voyevodin's crossing, house #2/2...
Second floor...yes, apartment #2.
Is there a code key?
No, they're prepearing to move out everything. Ring two times.
One time - that's for Tolik.
So then.
Do you play piano?
I don't. - You will now.
So...let's put hands here.
Black rose - emblem of sorrow, and red rose - emblem of love.
Devils cried to us about black rose, nightingales sing about red rose.
Don't you have other music?
Look, there.
Why are there two headphones?
Grandfather sent from France so that me and mother could listen at the same time.
But mother...
Is he from [dips]? - What?
From diplomats, i say.
No, from white guards, long-liver.
Oh, bourgeois?
Why? Philologist. Graduated university of Petersurg.
Turn it on.
Who's that?
Mother.
What's that on her head?
Hat with ostrich feathers. Do you want me to show it?
OK.
She was once a vaudeville singer.
Some say she was genious [singer], then she catched cold,
her voice was gone but she couldn't stop singing.
At first she sang in cinema,
then she ceased singin in cinema and started singing in a club.
Can i try it on? - Go on.
And father?
Father was "cheese".
What "cheese"
Let me get the fan.
Well, "cheese" - "cheesy". Haven't you heard about it?
Your business is somehow olduvai.
He shouts "bravo!", waits at the door, writes letters.
At first she didn't realize that father was a "cheese", she though he did that
out of love. But he turned out to be real fucked up "cheese".
She lost her voice and he left her right away.
I don't even know his surname. Mother gave me hers.
His