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Unfinished Story

- Elizaveta Maksimovna, hurry! He's very sick!

- Why didn't you call an ambulance? - I don't know...

My first thought was about you. If you're here,

nothing will happen to Volodya, I know that!

- Can I use your phone? - What is it, doctor?

Nothing to be afraid of, don't worry. It's appendicitis.

- Now, where's the phone? - Here, please.

Ambulance. Yes, what happened?

Patient's address?

Car 27, get ready to go.

Good morning!

She has already left.

- When? - Much earlier.

- Well, anyway, could you give this to her? - Okay.

Goodbye.

Comrade Ponomaryov!

- Oh, hello! - Who let you walk out like this?

Elizaveta Maksimovna, dear, try to understand.

There's nobody to put a simple signature!

The auditor is away on a trip, I'm in bed... What can I do?

You're irreplaceable, huh? Your blood pressure has elevated again.

Do you know what this means? Back to bed, now!

And stay there for three days!

- But... - Comrade Ponomaryov, I'm not only a doctor.

I'm also a member of the district council.

- You're home. - Good morning, Polina Matveevna!

- No time to eat again? - Well, it turned out this way.

First it was an emergency call, now I have to rush to the clinic.

Vera is making progress.

You have a good granddaughter.

Reduce the fire, you're not making a soup.

Someone brought you flowers.

Flowers? Who?

You know very well.

Now don't put on a face, it doesn't suit you.

- Aunt Polya! - What, "aunt Polya"?

Wanna tell me it's none of my business? That if every neighbour would...

No, it's not that! I don't care about these flowers...

Don't be silly, Liza.

Listen to me.

I've lived a long life, I've brought up my children...

I've woven enough to cover half of the world.

It means I know something, and yet you don't want to listen!

- I hear you... - You hear, but you don't listen!

When a good man loves you, you should marry him.

The man's self-dependent, intelligent, good-looking.

And a good doctor too! He may even be a professor one day!

- Even you praised him! - I did.

Well?

Perhaps you don't like him?

- I don't know. - Now what's that supposed to mean?

You're a widow, not a girl anymore.

So you don't like him.

He likes himself way more than I do.

He likes himself very much.

That's not a big sin. Men often look arrogant.

But he loves you.

There you go, all burned. Wait, I'll cook you another one.

- You always get things mixed up, Liza! - Maybe I do, so what.

No, I don't have the time.

I'll be going, aunt Polya. And don't be mad at me.

No, my dear planners,

this is not what I expected from you.

I was hoping to see an independent, creative comprehension of the project.

If not you, who else will revise the existing forms?

What height of the vessel's living quarters have you put in the project?

- 2,2 meters. - And how do you think, Volodya,

is it comfortable enough? The ship is a sailor's house after all.

- It's not comfortable, but... - What?

- It's... the standard. - An international standard!

- All the ships are designed that way! - There you go.

I don't need you to tell me what the standard is.

What I want to hear is...

would you, Volodya, enjoy living in such a room for months?

Answer me!

But... the same height is in your projects, Yurii Sergeyevich.

So?

- And we... - You what?

You're not entitled to think independently?

Not even engineers, but already looking over your shoulders?

Who taught you to work by rote? To make a routine out of thought and action?

Makarov was younger than any of you when...

...when he founded the theory of floodability.

Although he paid attention, not like Sergey Andreyev here.

- I... am listening, Yurii Sergeyevich. - No, you are not.

I know that spring business.

Those springs...

Yes, in spring you always feel like running...

Nadya, so they told you that Ershov's legs don't work

and he should be treated with care? Am I right?

Well, any of us can be washed off by the wave during the ship test,

and then...

this mess.

So what do you think, should one hide under the blanket and whine?

- Right, Nadya? - No, it's not that...

Please, of course it is.

God save you from talking to me with caution. I hate that!

Feel like running? Run! Feel like talking about it? Talk!

Preferably, not during work. And daydreaming should also be about work.

Working in itself is love, passion, hate, joy, anything you want!

Anything but a feeling of calm and abstractedness.

Forget about this - and you can forget about being my student.

Now off you go. A consulting neurologist is here!

- Goodbye! - Goodbye, my friends. See you Thursday.

Sergey. Andreyev!

Hold on a minute.

Well? Still hesitating?

Can't help it, Yurii Vasilyevich.

Well, by some chance I got these...

...two tickets for a concert.

I won't be going, as you can see. But I know that Nadya loves music.

Take them. Now go!

Thank you!

Sorry!

An examination, eh?

Red eyelids. You've worked at night again, haven't you?

- Any skirmishes in the morning? - More or less.

Now you can't afford that. It's not the right time for fighting.

Fighting won't take you far.

Really? How can one manage without it?

- I'd love to, but I can't. - Yes, you can.

You should, if you want to recover.

I strongly suggest that you go easy on yourself.

- Do you think I'll get better? - I don't doubt it.

Not true. You doubt it.

Not even that - you're absolutely sure I won't walk again!

- Yurii Ser... - Don't argue.

It's okay.

But remember my words, Alexander Denisovich! I'll get up!

- I will get up! - On one condition.

Rest and only rest.

Yes.

8mm is enough.

It's what the customer demands!

Tell him to read Krylov, he wrote about it in 1907!

I said 8mm, not 12! Goodbye!

Excuse me.

I'm writing a prescription...

for you to be more calm.

Now that some people will appreciate.

Mother!

Who is it?

It's Fyodor Ivanovich!

District committee secretary.

There you go, another skirmish.

You're a hard negotiator, dear Yurii Sergeyevich.

We'll get back to it.

Goodbye.

I hope they're not giving you too much work.

Why no... sure.

Goodbye.

- Hello there. - Hello.

What brings you here?

Just passing by. Thought I'd drop in, see how're you doing.

Really? And where is it that you're headed?

Well?

That doctor confused me. He's right, actually.

- Nah, forget about him. - Easy for you to say.

It's Mother talking to him. Well?

No, let's forget it.

Hey, don't sign me off just yet! Talk!

They're asking you to make a speech on the radio.

You're in the Peace Committee. And there was a letter from Batles.

Batles? So the old man is a defender of peace now?

Way to go! Batles!

What a great shipbuilder.

He couldn't do it any other way.

I have to speak. I'll speak! I'll tell them!

I'll tell them!

Don't get too excited. It's radio. The whole world's listening.

What?

Absolutely. Rules of international etiquette respected.

That's better. Because they're not quite familiar with your personality.

Greetings, doctor!

I've seen Ershov on your demand.

I wanted you to look at him. I'd feel more calm.

So you're glad? Glad to see me?

How do you find Ershov?

No change, unfortunately.

Anxiety and nervousness have appeared. A bad symptom.

- Nothing to be merry about. - Does it seem so?

Things rarely seem to me, my charming colleague.

Do you ever make mistakes, Sasha?

Never!

To tell the truth...

...to tell the truth, when you showed him to me

six months ago, right after the contusion,

there were no signs of organic paralysis.

But now his nervous system has responded in a meanest way.

But he's a man of a great will power. Don't you take that into consideration?

I do.

If a patient can't overcome himself, we can't help him either, as Pavlov said.

This is not true. Ershov is different from what he was in the beginning.

- He hasn't given up... - Poetry, my dear Liza, it is poetry!

This man must get up!

Don't go experimenting now, the patient is too important.

It could turn out badly.

- I don't understand. - You understand perfectly.

You think that a second nervous shock could restore his mobility.

- I do. - And I'm not arguing.

But it can also put him in bed for long. What then?

And who'll be responsible? His doctor.

Believe me Liza, I say it as a man who loves you.

Ershov is an important person.

By prescribing him rest, you're not going against professional ethics

and you're not putting your head in danger.

It seems that my head is not worth that much.

And I have a different opinion about professional ethics.

- So don't bother about my head. - But I do bother!

- You?.. - Let's not argue. Do you want to go to the theatre tonight?

- I can't. - Angry?

- Busy. - And a concert?

- We'll see. - I'll get the tickets!

- Sasha. - Yes?

- Don't send me flowers. - Why?

- Just don't. - No, I will!

Hello, my strict doctor, how're you doing?

- Hello, my disobedient patient! - How's your health?

Anything new?

- How about we talk about my health later? - Okay.

Sleeping soundly, eating like a wolf, following the regime, the rest is fine,

...and now about you.

- Pulse is good. - If you're satisfied, then let's change the topic.

- Keep quiet. - Okay.

- Many patients today? - Yes.

- Bored? - No.

- Tired? - A little.

- Tired from the work you love. - More than anything in the world.

- What else can one desire? - Nothing.

Do you really love it that much?

I was told that true medicine is...

...the one that is in constant search, that makes new paths,

a medicine which will redeem the humanity of all the diseases,

of all this nonsense once and for all!

Meaning I'm treating only those who are sick at present?

Aren't you bored?

A man was sick. And the he was cured. This...

...is happiness.

A good word, "happiness".

Our contemporaries deserve it.

If we ask our descendants, do our people deserve it -

those who've come through great hardships and wars?

- What would they say? - Yes, they do.

Thank you.

I'm not a descendant, why thank me?

Because you deserve it too.

Are you happy, doctor?

Do you want to make me talk about myself again?

I can't.

I have three more patients to see today.

I won't have anything interesting to tell anyway.

I am still interested.

Doctor...

- ... where have you been? - Far away.

Forgetting about your patient like that.

And what kind of patient! I've seen another doctor recently...

I know.

He's prescribing the same thing over rest and more rest...

No agitation, no overworking...

- Is that what you demand? - Sometimes I do.

- But not from you. - Not from me.

Not from me?

Don't you want me to behave?

- Can I work and yell then? - Do work and yell then.

- Not too much then? - Why, no.

As much as you wish.

- So you don't agree with him? - No, I don't.

You don't need rest. I'd say, it's unhealthy for you.

Doctor...

Doctor! I wish I could get up right now and...

- ... toss you up under the ceiling! - Now, calm down.

- I won't! - Please, calm down.

I will not!

My doctor has forbidden me to calm down!

"So it was in the city of Kazan... "

I want music, singing!..

- What a pity you don't play, doctor. - I used to once...

Shame on you, then.

- You love music, don't you? I'm sure of it. - I do.

Wouldn't it be nice if you played for me? Huh?

Wouldn't it, Elizaveta Maksimovna?

- You should try it. - But no, I...

I'm late. Give me your hand.

Why aren't you answering, Koloskov?

Where's your wife?

I thought you went for a walk.

Me, for a walk? With my heart?

- I'll take a walk to the crematorium. - You're not helping me, Koloskov.

You would've recovered already if only you were more cheerful.

Merry people get better twice as fast, believe me.

I used to be merry. I was the merriest worker in our studio.

All the clients wanted to see me.

And now...

Koloskov kicks the bucket.

It's not as bad as you think.

And who would let such a master of haircut die just like that?

Your craft is important, Koloskov.

You're making women beautiful.

Isn't this happiness - making something more beautiful than it was?

Yeah. There was one - came in a slob,

came out a princess!

Oh well, who needs this anyway?

What about that slob? She needs it.

She walked out from you not only beautiful, but happy as well!

And yet you're here talking nonsense. That won't do.

Doctor... Everything has passed.

Sic gloria transit mundi.

Enough. You're a liar, Koloskov.

You want to live very much.

- Permit me... - I won't.

You're unshaven, sitting here with windows shut, angry at the whole world.

Don't open the window, doctor! There'll be nothing to breathe with!

It is hard for me to go into technical details.

I must admit I don't even understand all of your terminology.

But my point remains the same:

your chimney is poisoning the air!

What're you suggesting then, dear doctor?

Demolish the chimney? Or shall we say, evacuate the factory?

Why the factory? Factory's not to blame.

Ah, is that so?

Shall we evacuate then?

I haven't considered it, but...

...maybe.

All right. I'm sorry, doctor, we're very busy here.

We're glad to help, but right now we just don't see the opportunity.

I'm not asking for myself here!

Your duty is to think about people living in the area!

- I know my duties perfectly well! - Your duties as a director... maybe.

But your duties as a soviet citizen...

Farewell, doctor.

Not farewell, goodbye!

The dame's got character, huh?

I feel sorry for her husband.

- Aunt Liza! - Yes? - Are you learning too?

- Just remembering, Vera. - You're playing better than me!

You think?

Aunt Liza, why haven't you played before and now you do?

That's what I'm thinking about, Vera.

Is it your homework?

No, I'm doing it for myself.

For yourself? Why?

I'd like to play for one man. But I haven't played for a long time,

so I have to get my fingers used to it again.

You wanna play the scales for him?

Seems like I do.

Do your homework now, Vera. Or else we're going to get it from you grandma!

Don't look. It hinders me.

Just listen.

- Nadya... - Yes?..

I can't take it anymore.

I'm tired.

Life goes by me in the mirror. And what next?

Stop.

What? Scared of the future?

A little.

But that's alright.

Nobody will know.

Did you call for me, Yura?

No, mother.

I'm sleeping.

- And you should too. - Okay. Must've been something else.

I know I'm supposed to admire Tchaikovsky,

- ... but a the same time I'm... - Please.

- Please, let's not talk about music. - Why not?

Because it says nothing to you, nor you can say anything about it.

Well, well, keep laughing. You can't prove it anyway.

- Let's just not talk. - Let's not talk.

I love our city. Thank you for taking me to the concert - and for a walk.

See? It's always like that. First you resist, then you're happy.

You know what? Why don't you stop resisting and just marry me?

Please, let's drop it.

- Liza... I wanted to say that... - Please don't, Sasha.

- But the time... - Please.

Don't talk.

I would like us to be friends.

But we have to talk someday.

What happened? Just tell me, what happened?

I know you could have loved me. Maybe you have.

- No. - Yes.

No, Alexander Denisovych, don't kid yourself.

I wasn't mistaken.

And I'm not mistaken now.

Damn it.

We're going to be together all the same.

That would be horrible for me, and even more - for you.

What do you want?

What? Are you a nun or something? You are lonely. And unhappy too, it seems.

I'm lonely, it's true. But not unhappy.

Ah, your work! You're so happy with it, you don't need your own happiness.

- In theatre this might be true, but... - I do want to be happy.

I'm woman just like any other.

- But... - But?

- Well, say it. - I'm tired. Some other time.

Just when we've finally started this conversation!

We must finish it. I'm not a boy! You're confusing me and yourself!

What is it that you need?!

- Who is it? - It's me, doctor.

I'm sorry, I was waiting for you here.

- Hello, Elizaveta Maksimovna. - Hello, comrade Spyrin. What happened?

My girl is sick.

I didn't want to bother you so late,

but old man is harping "Go get our doctor".

But why are waiting on the stairs? You could call my neighbours.

I did. They said you're not at home.

I was leaving, but then I decided to stay here and wait.

Didn't want to trouble them again.

Eh, friend... Is it okay to trouble a doctor then? Because she's not human?

- He's joking. - No, no, you're right.

It's just that the girl is burning. She's restless, delirious.

Me and old man, we're losing our heads. She has no mother, so...

Well, come in, don't stand here.

- Why didn't you call a pediatrist? - But we did.

- And? - She told us to send her to hospital. Called an ambulance.

- Why is the child at home then?! - Grandpa was against it.

- Outrageous. - I know.

I came home late - you know, work, studying.

And grandpa, well, he's old...

I can't believe this. Let's go.

You're going?

Don't you see? I did want to talk, but...

Please don't go, Liza, I'm begging you. You can call from here.

- You don't have to go. - I'll be back soon.

Wait for me here, if you want.

Maybe we should put it off till tomorrow, doctor?

Let's go.

I'll wait.

Give it back... give it back...

The ball... grey... it's in the corner...

Give me a pillow.

Go to the drugstore. Fast.

I'm writing here that it's urgent.

Drink... drink...

It's hot... hot... I'll go to the courtyard...

Please, for God's sake, don't send her to the hospital, doctor.

- I'm begging you. - Now it's too late.

The crisis will probably be tonight.

An injection again...

She's dying, our little girl!

- No! - Wha?

- No, she won't die! - Don't lie, doctor.

I'm not a fool...

Ow...

Leave. Get out right now, you're distracting me!

And don't hover over me with your whining! Out! Both of you!

Let's go, Dad. Let's go.

Ouch...

- What is it, Nastya? - Ow...

It's alright, Nastya.

It's alright.

Your heart works just fine.

We'll manage, you and me.

But you have to help me a little bit.

- Hold me... - In my arms?..

Okay then.

- Still walking... - Shh. She'll tell us to go away again.

You're sweating...

At last!

Yes... yes...

Yes.

Bring me a chemise! And a bedsheet with a pillowcase!

- Excuse me, is doctor Muromtseva here? - She was, but she left t

Stop evading, Nikolay Nikolayeich. I need a direct answer!

Will a presence of a liquid cargo stabilize the ship or not?

Are my calculations correct or not? Yes or no, delete as applicable!

- Possibly. - Possibly!

So why the hell can't you let me remove the side keels?!

- Tradition?! - No, it's not tradition, dear Yurii Sergeyevich.

But the changes that you're suggesting

demand not only practical, but also a theoretical development!..

Can we remove the side keels in our tanker or not? Answer!

I don't know! And I don't want to babble about it, understand?

I want to study it, test it, do you understand?!

I don't want to be a daydreamer, is that clear?

Will you let me do what I think is useful?

Useful yes, harmful no!

And you won't have my permission!

- As long as I hold this position... - You should be kicked out then!

The bureau doesn't need researchers like you!

Please, Yurii Nikolayevich...

- Greetings, Anna Konstantinovna. - Hello.

I wanted professor to take a look at Yurii Sergeyevich

- ... and resolve some of our doubts. - Of course.

What's going on there?..

It's the patient's room. This is exactly what I was telling you about.

Let's go then.

Interesting.

- So who's there? - The CB.

- CB? - The Construction Bureau.

You see?

- What can I do, he's not listening. - Is that right?

There are things I won't let anyone do! Including you!

Is that clear? Obviously, here we part ways.

- Well, good riddance! - I'm going, I'm going. But I'll also

- ... set my complaints on paper. - Do that on the radio!

- Nikolay Nikolayevich, please... - Silence!

Who's that?

I am a doctor.

And I find it necessary to intervene. The man is ill!

I'm going to ask you to leave now.

He's right, comrades. Let's go.

Wait! We haven't come to an agreement!

Tomorrow, Yurii Sergeyevich. Not everything at once.

Well, for me once is enough.

Just when we were about to come to an agreement.

An now, my dear fellow, we're going to talk to you.

What else is there to say?

Make me walk, comrades! Please.

Even for a week! I need it so much... Just for a week.

And then - to hell with it, I'll lie down again!

No, no, this can't go any longer.

Let him do whatever he wants however he wants. I'm leaving.

- But comrade... - No, no.

- Nikolay Nikolayevich. - You won't convince me!

- I understand completely. But he's a very talented man. - What?

- I said he's a talented man. - Well I'm fed up with his talents!

Every time it's reorders, quarrels with Moscow,

delays in development of new units! I can't stand it anymore!

You're talking about replacing casting stems with welded ones?

- But it turned out he was right. - You don't say.

Comrade Sladkov, this time he's right too.

- Well, you got some nerve... - Now take it easy. Take it easy.

Of course he's a swine, but by God he's right!

- Judge for yourselves... - No, I won't and I won't argue anymore!

This matter's been settled and maybe it'll save me some nerves!

I suggest you think about it again.

- Come see me at the committee. - I'll send the letter anyway!

Let's say, tomorrow ten o'clock.

Why bother? I said I'll send the letter to the minister.

Ten it is, then.

- Tired? - A little.

- A hard day. - Is there another kind of day?

Of course there is. And today was different.

- Really? And yesterday? - And yesterday was different too.

The day before was different and tomorrow will be different too.

Who are you trying to fool, friend? Hungry?

- Nope. - Are you sure?

- Mother! - Damn it.

I wish one day someone would shout over your ear, like you do.

- I'm here. - Bring us something to eat, Mother.

Hey, Fyodor. Something's going on.

- It shows? - It shows.

Must be getting older. It didn't use to show before.

Yurii Sergeyevich, tell me.

Are you going to be more nice to people or not?

Ah! I knew it.

- Protecting Sladkov now? - Who let you push people out like that?

- People like that are not needed? - And who made you judge and jury?

- Wanna fight? Alright. - If I have to.

The man almost got sick after that ugly conversation of yours.

Should I respect his peace and quiet then? And tell the engineers:

"Yes, dear friends. Everything's been discovered and figured out.

Nowhere to move forward, life goes on,

build like it says on page number so-and-so... " Right?

Don't shout. A shout is not an argument.

I won't shout, I'll shoot if it's necessary!

They won't have their nice academic peace and quiet.

And you won't shut me up!

- Who's trying to shut you up, you maniac? - You!

We're trying to develop a normal worldwide economical circulation.

And what do you think, can we do it with the fleet we have now?

- No. - No. So we must build!

And build differently! We need bigger speed, bigger burden,

a better navigability! And we must build faster too! Get that?

- Yes. - So we can't let Sladkov and Zadorozhnaya get in our way! Even if...

Even if a secretary of a district committee patronizes them!

- Know what? Go to hell. - I know.

- But you'll have to back me up. - If you write a letter to Sladkov.

- Me? - Yes, you! You!

- Won't you have a tea? - Let him drink the hell of it.

Goodbye, Anna Konstantinovna.

That won't do, Yura.

- You've offended the man. - Him? Offended by me?

It's me who's offended, if you must know.

- Huh! - Yes.

Can't help it. I'll have to write that apology letter to Sladkov.

Don't want to. But I have to. He's right.

- Call him! - No, I have to write it.

You don't now Fyodor, he won't let go of me.

- Will you have your tea? - No.

I'm getting boyish. Well, that's not bad either.

- You're talking to me, Yura? - No, no.

What's taking our doctor so long? It's Tuesday.

Oh, you're already here! Hello!

- Where were you? - With the patient,

She has bilateral pneumonia, and... I thought that...

Your visit couldn't take more than fifteen minutes.

Or twenty. Okay, an hour!

And then? Where were you after that? Till morning?

What do you mean?

- Who let you talk to me like that? - I let it myself!

I see...

Leave.

Leave right now!

I'm not going anywhere!

Then I'll leave.

- What took you so long, doctor? - Hello!

Afraid to be left without medical care?

As you can see, here I am. Let's have you examined now.

Wait.

Take a few minutes' rest.

You may need it today.

- Why do you think that? - I see it.

You see a lot of things, Yurii Sergeyevich.

Only when it concerns you.

Let me listen to your heart.

Still, you're different today.

Something happened?

Some day I'll tell you. But tonight I don't feel like it.

I'll wait.

But how can I cheer you up?

I can't dance, that's for sure.

But I'll sing, if you wish. And you, will you play?

Enough for today! Let's have some tea.

- No, thanks. - Come on, I've bought hot bagels!

I feel awful, aunt Polya!

Go on, play.

Time to sleep. An early shift tomorrow.

You can go.

- And the sick-leave? - The sick-leave is for the sick.

- And me? - And you're healthy.

Invite the next one.

Doctor... I missed work today.

- What shall I do? - Whatever you want.

- Shame on you. - Doctor, but it hurts...

Right here...

Easy on the drinks and it'll stop. Invite the next one.

Comrade, I don't have time for this!

Morning!

Next!

Hold it one second, grandma. We'll call you.

- Never do it again, please. - Can't you understand?

- I understand. - Yesterday I was...

- Yesterday was nothing. - Liza...

- Patients are waiting for me. - They'll wait.

- Liza! - Next, please.

You?..

- What happened? - Everything's fine, doctor.

I came to talk, actually...

- I see now's not the best time. - No, please, come in.

Please.

- Excuse me, I was just cleaning up... - I understand.

Where should I sit? I'm a little tired...

Oh, I'm sorry, Anna Konstantinovna! Here, please.

Yurii Sergeyevich feeling good?

As usual. "Good" is not the right word...

Yes...

I don't know where to start...

The subject is a little strange, doctor.

Well, you're intelligent.

You won't drive me away if something's wrong, and I won't mind even if you do.

Anna Konstantinovna... What did you want to say? We're both nervous and...

Don't come see us ever again, Elizaveta Maksimovna.

That's what I wanted to tell you.

You're tender. Patients like that.

And Yura's so glad when you come to us...

And lately he's not just glad...

He can hardly wait to see you.

He's going to fall in love with you.

For what can he hope then?

And he never does things by halves.

If he decides... then it's final.

You, you come and go.

And he...

he'll be left alone with his sorrow.

And he doesn't need it.

He is afraid of it.

- And he doesn't want it. - He doesn't want it...

Have pity on him.

Okay, Anna Konstantinovna.

I won't come again.

- Angry? - I'm not angry, Anna Konstantinovna.

- You're a good... - I understand, Anna Konstantinovna!

Let me kiss you...

...my dear.

Mother!

- I'm here. - Someone called, I think.

Nobody called, Yura. Or Klava would've opened the door.

Our doctor's late.

Doctor?..

Yura...

- There's something I wanted to tell you. - What is it?

No, it's nothing. Nothing.

Who is it?

It's me, doctor! Spyrin!

Nastya's grandpa!

Turn on the light, please.

I woke you up. Excuse me, doctor,

- ... your kindness makes us insolent. - What happened?

Nastya needs a doctor.

- He's really antsy, keeps saying... - I see.

Are you ill? Do you need anything?

No, I'm fine. Let's go.

There we are. Please welcome!

What does this mean?

Please, sit with us for a while. I'll be right back.

- Hello! - Hello there.

- Hello, Elizaveta Maksimovna. - Hello. - Let's go, let's go!

Don't be angry. It was grandpa's idea.

- We're so thankful. - It's very nice of you,

- and I like it, but really, what for? - That's for us to decide!

Let's have a seat! Nastya, invite our dear guest!

- Sit down, doctor! - Bring the pillow.

Not that, you dumbbell!

Please, don't bother! It's not really comfortable to sit on a pillow.

Okay, okay.

- Please. - Have some potatoes!

Some herring... More potatoes...

- What? - Wine's better, Dad.

- Alright, I'll... - No, no...

I'll have vodka.

See?

Let the first not be the last.

- And me? - And you'll have a lemonade.

This is a very important saying. It's worth drinking to, bottoms up.

Come on, come on.

Now, now, take this cucumber.

Elizaveta Maksimovna is not home.

Vera. How do you know my name?

And who are you?

Ershov? I don't know you.

Next we'll drink to what? To you, Elizaveta Maksimovna.

To your health, to your joyfulness,

to your heart that you put in your work,

to the fact that people love you.

Cheers, doctor.

May the light shine upon you, may the sorrows bypass you.

- Thank you. - No, thank you.

Well...

- Ah, that's good! - Have a bite, have a bite.

What did your father do?

He was a cabinetmaker.

A handy man, a real master!

And kind too.

Dead?

Long time ago.

To his memory! What a daughter he'd brought up!

I hope you'll take after her when you grow up, Nastya.

And somebody will say a kind word about us.

Let's have a drink.

- I can't. - Why?

- My head will be spinning. - No, come on...

Sniff it, sniff it!

That won't do, drinking without singing! Vasya, go fetch it, will you?

Let's hear it!

Gimme that.

Now this song he sings very well.

Touches his heart.

There's a big village on the road ahead.

My coachman looked there

His zealous heart started beating faster

And he began to sing quietly.

His zealous heart started beating faster

And he began to sing quietly.

"Your beauty has ruined me Everything will pass and go away...

And the world doesn't appeal to me anymore.

Tell me, why have you charmed me

if there's no place for me in your heart?

Tell me, why have you charmed me

if there's no place for me in your heart?

Please, don't hold me any longer. I had a wonderful time.

- A real rest. - Well, can't hold you by force.

- Vasya, get your hat and... - No hats!

I'm not a girl, I'll find my way. This is my neighbourhood.

- Be so kind, please... - You have to get up early, put the hat back.

Please. Don't ruin such a marvelous evening.

- Goodbye. - Well, we tried.

Go on, but don't let her see you. She's a little drunk after all.

There!

- Tell us a name! - Please tell us a male name! - Please!

- Yurii. - Yura! Come here! - Hello.

We have a question for you.

If you were to pick your calling again, what would you choose?

- I'd become a doctor. - Medical! Here!

- See the doctor home! - May we?

Three... four...

Everybody, even the blind can see that the situation is intolerable!

The factory's chimneys are poisoning the air of the whole district!

Not only our district, it seems, but I speak only about something I know!

And I find disgusting the attempt to laugh it away condescendingly!

- May I? - Let's not interrupt.

An attempt to change the subject by demagogic proposal to stop the factory

is an elusion of straight answer!

And what's there to decide? Nonsense!

It poisons the breathing of thousands of people? Not much harm in that!

The factory fulfills the plan!

Everything, that the director is personally responsible for, is fine!

So everything's fine! And they don't give a damn about anything else!

- Bad people! Bad communists! - Fyodor Ivanovich!

They're complaining, doctor.

I'm sorry.

I might have put it harshly, but right at this moment...

...I hate them.

Funny? Well, I'm not laughing!

A Soviet man must feel good!

These are not just words! And not some abstraction like "humanity"!

But a man who lives next to us!

Including someone who's breathing with your smoke!

4th and 5th hydropower plants somehow managed to install smoke filters!

And the turbine plant! And the Kirov Plant! And you?

I... may say it in the wrong way.

- But... - No, no, you speak excellently. Please continue.

- Shall I turn on the light? - If you want.

On a second thought, no.

Yurii Sergeyevich.

You look depressed.

Care to tell me?

Can I be of any help?

- I'm not well, Fyodor. - I see that.

I'm in trouble, Fyodor.

I've fallen in love.

- Are you listening? - Or yes, I am.

What a lover, eh?

Yes.

Set up the rollers.

Yes, the prow must be heavier. You're welcome.

This is very unfortunate.

No. No, that's a lie.

I'm lucky!

I didn't imagine it is possible to fall in love like that.

When I'll be dying, I'll be grateful

that fate hasn't passed me by and let me know what it's like.

I held myself back when she was here,

and now she's gone. She doesn't come anymore.

I haven't seen her, Fyodor, for a long time.

- She's not coming? - No.

- She's a coward. - She can't be.

She saw it. Women always see such things.

And she didn't want to hurt me.

Tell me, are you sure you've not imagined it?

We all tend to imagine our women.

Imagined... I suppose no.

And even if I have, what difference does it make?

But I won't give up, that's for sure!

I almost did, but now I won't.

I'll get up, you hear me? I'll get up!

Alright then.

If you're screaming, then I'm not worried.

- I'll be going now. Work. - Go ahead.

I owe you one for this conversation.

- Getting sentimental, aren't we? - Go to hell!

- On my way. - And you'd better not try to find out who she is!

I'm sorry for interfering

but I'm here on business.

Please, sit down.

Thank you, it'll only take a minute.

Um...

I wanted to know why have you stopped visiting patient Ershov?

Ershov is now doctor Kosarev's patient.

- He's a skilled physician. - He's competent, I agree.

But Ershov lives in your district. Why have you stopped visiting him?

- It's none of your business. - Is that so?

Isn't it because you've finally listened to me?

And understood that you've gone too far?

That your way of treating the patient is unhealthy?

And you've decided to escape? Isn't that right?

Remember back then at the stairs, when you looked at me with contempt?

Oh, that look! I still remember it!

Then I said nothing.

Who am I to speak? An egoist.

A precautious doctor afraid to ruin his career.

I don't deny it, I'm not a saint. I won't ask for trouble

- ... if it's not necessary. - You won't ask for it even if it is.

Maybe. Maybe.

I'm not a saint, I repeat. But you're not much better.

We fit together very well. I am more honest actually.

I won't experiment, but...

at least I won't run away when my patient gets worse.

Worse?

Yes, worse. Don't pretend you don't know.

On top of everything, a severe depression has shown up,

which aggravates the paralysis and...

What is it?

Speak.

You're... you're in love with him!

With that half-human!

Liza!

Liza!

Elizaveta Maksimovna! I'm so glad that you've come!

What is it? You look so worried!

- How... is Yurii Sergeyevich? - He's ok, he's the same.

- Only... - He's worse?

No, no.

No.

Shh. Quiet, quiet.

I'll get up!

I'll get up!

God damn it!

Mother! Mother!

Yura! Yura...

My leg.

It's moved. I felt it clearly.

Well? What do you say, doctor?

What do I say?

I'll say that

- ... you don't need a doctor anymore. - What?

Everything's fine, Anna Konstantinovna.

I don't need a doctor...

So you won't come see me again?

I'll come.

How come you've always combed your hair yourself?

That's not what ladies do, combing hair all by themselves.

And you didn't want to come see me.

You have heavy hair.

We'll make you a "Carla Donner".

- I'm not sure... - Yes we will!

I wasn't giving orders when you were stuffing me with muck.

That was your domain and now... this is mine.

One rarely does a real "Carla".

Too much effort. But for my doctor... Don't turn your head, I'll burn you!

What do you say?

Wonderful.

Thank you.

Well?

It's time, Yurii Sergeyevich.

I'm afraid.

- Never was before, but I'm afraid now. - Now there's nothing to be afraid of.

You've walked on the crutches enough.

Get up.

Could you make it a little less official?

It's time...

...my dear.

Now I'll get up.

- Did I tell you I'd get up? Did I? - You did.

- I was the only one to believe it. - And me too. - And you.

I'm getting up.

- Please, step back and turn away. - But you can fall.

The only thing at risk is my nose.

Know what? Play me something.

Don't turn back.

I stood up.

I'm standing!

- And now I'll say it. - Don't speak.

Look into my eyes.

Okay.

The end