mom.
I want to speak
about the principal law...
which will serve as foundation
for all laws of the class-free society.
Which law is that?
No person may have power
over another person.
Is that right?
- That's right.
He, this great man...
...is abusing his greatness.
He sent a man
to make fun of you!
He sent a dog
to torture you!
Think about it.
That's true.
You just don't know:
maybe she...
...Masha...
...loves you.
No!
No? Are you sure?
I'm sure.
That's not true.
Out of respect for him...
you're convincing yourself
that she doesn't love you.
To not bother him in his
work and creativity.
You're a good YCL member.
That's the problem.
Such a pity Olga got sick!
She knows everything.
She'd explain everything.
Is there this power of one person
over another or not?
This kind of power is pure.
He's not a banker. He's a great
scientist, a genius. Do you understand?
The power of genius remains, then?
The power of genius?
Worshipping the great
architects of socialism?
Creators of thought, science, art?
The desire to be like them?
Yes, it remains. For me, it does.
For a YCL member, it does.
Do you understand
what I'm telling you?
Influence of a lofty mind
is a beautiful kind of power.
Such a shame Olga's sick!
Grisha.
- What do you want?
You say there are many people
like you but he's unique, right?
Yes.
You're unique, too.
For you.
- Yes, for me.
But you're my mother.
You're bound to think your son's the best.
Yes, you are the best.
For you. For his mother.
What about his country?
Grisha, half of this country
are mothers.
You know, the old lady
may be right.
Comrades, Olga's dying! The guys came
and said they took her to the hospital.
What are you saying?
Who's Olga, Grisha?
Olga, the member of YCL bureau.
She was here, remember?
The... the pretty one.
Who's that?
- That's her husband.
Don't you understand?
Do you want anything from London,
Ivan Germanovich?
A hat?
A hat? A hat would be nice.
A hat it is, then.
Quiet!
The hat - which size?
Ask him which size.
Ask him!
Calm down, Yulian.
Calm down, please.
Temperature!
What's her temperature?
She's alive.
May I wait here?
She's alive.
May I give a gift
to the professor?
She's alive!
I'll make a stopover
in Copenhagen by all means.
Copenhagen...
Copenhagen...
Copenhagen...
Who ate the second peach?
Fyodor!
Have you eaten the second peach?
You scoundrel!
You scoundrel!
Have you eaten the second peach?
Calm down, Yulian.
You think I'm going
to be bringing hats to you people...
Really...
Running around shops...
Really...
Me, the member of the
British Academy...
I don't need a hat, actually.
I'm bald.
Grisha! Grisha!
She's alive!
He's resurrected her!
She's alive!
In your third set of rules...
among the qualities a YCL member
should exercise...
must be a Rule No. 1.
You know what it is?
I've written it down.
There are no identical people.
It's bourgeois equality.
The very concept of competition
removes the concept of equality.
Equality is immobility.
Competition is motion.
Take cue from the best,
help those who lag behind...
and achieve a general improvement.
The best are our leaders,
the architects of socialism.
The best are those who create
thoughts, science, technics, music.
The lofty minds, those who wrestle
with nature, the conquerors of death.
That's right!
If you want to live -
just live!
I'm a professional humanist.
I see too much suffering
all around.
Mothers crying over their children...
old people terrified of death.
They told me how you wept.
You see. You're a sailor...
What's your rank?
In the old hierarchy?
Admiral.
You see. Admiral...
And you wept like a doe.
Why was I saying that?
You see, the destruction of capital...
does not mean the destruction
of unhappiness.
Unhappiness?
Isn't it so?
A human life consists
of an interchanging array
of joy and sorrow.
Is that true?
It's true.
Is it?
It is.
A human is