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The Igor Tolstunov Producer Firm

NTV-PROFIT

With the participation of

Russia's State Committe for Cinematography NTV Telecompany

Arts and Culture Ministry, Ukraine Odessa Motion Picture Studios

SUDZI Film

Present

Oley TABAKOV, Sergei MAKOVETSKY, Renata LITVINOVA

in a Kira MURATOVA film

THREE STORIES

Created by Igor BOZHKO, Renata LITVINOVA, Vera STOROZHEVAYA

In memory of Sergei GERASIMOV

BOILER-ROOM No. 6

Happy holiday!

The same to you Oh, what kind of holiday?

He looks like an actor. I forgot his name.

- A quality hat. - Real felt.

It'll never wear out. One brush and it's as good as new.

Look! The pressure-gauge is going off scale.

May blast any minute.

Watch the safety valve.

Long time no see, Gennady.

It blasted twice already. Bang! A smokescreen like in war.

Here's a pack of tea for an old friend.

Tea? That's good. Sit down, I'll recite my poetry.

"Fire influences me vastly.

I'm the fear and skin of a stray dog.

The road inside me is star-wheeled. My back...

I hear moans, screams and howls.

My head is filled with coal dust and dreams.

I gnaw thru my dog-collar every day,

My throat is laid with brick.

In the stokehold's bowels I'm a monk, a hermit,

An anthracite torch is welding my chest.

- I wrote it today. - Terrific. You don't lose heart.

- Despondency is a sin. - I'm always in low spirits.

Oh I've brought you this. Sorry I took so long.

Not that I forgot Just fagged out you see.

It just happened that, way. The circumstances of life.

My neighbour will be the death of me. Baiting, bullying...

...myself, my wife and daughters. The indignities I suffer!

She's picking at us all the time, without let up.

No getting away from her. We share a kitchen, a bathroom.

I hate going home.

Just wander about the streets like I had no home.

A new life is seething around. People clean basements,

privatize housing, buy apartments.

I feel like a man overboard, what with my meagre earnings.

I'm superflous like Pechorin and Onegin we studied at school.

Bazarov too Look I'll make us tea.

Here I am.

Do I know you?

- Who are you? - Venamin Andreyevich.

Venichka for friends.

- I want you to like me. - Excuse me.

Venya, stick to your shower baths or I'll scald you.

"Life's no fun without women - Oh!

You make us happy as the poet wrote.

Always I lose my head falling in love again

With you every hour, every day."

I'm sick of his canine affection.

- Who is he? - My slave.

It's hard to say who is whose slave.

He's a fag. They stick together in my shower-baths.

- Why take all the trouble? - He owes me.

I warned him I'd turn on the counter next Wednesday.

He can pay back rubles, coupons, dollars, kronas, sloty.

Yes, we stick together. Don't you? You do. You do.

It's OK with me, coupons, rubles, foreign currency.

I burnt his shoes and pants.

I'll burn his coat if he doesn�t pay today.

- Does he live here? - Sure. Where else.

- Where can he get the money? - Earn it.

I sent him three clients today.

Everyone has his own problems and circumstances of life.

I want to talk to you about some delicate matter.

- Venya was an opera singer. - A delicate matter you see.

Venya, sing that aria.

- Gennady, it's a delicate matter. - I need my pants.

No peace day or night.

If only you knew how one such...

- I can't find the proper word - can poison your life!

You won't believe it. She comes to my office to tell...

...that I'm a monster of cruelty and a boozer.

Yes, she come to my work and slanders me. At my work!

It was my refuge, a different land.

And she shows up there like an apparition.

And acts the offended one. Some theatrics!

Floods of tears, so genteel, so elegant!

Pity the times are past when we could complain to T. U.

They no longer look into those matters.

My chief wants no conflicts. He just winks at me and says...

...to apologize to the woman. I did!

My landlady always asked me when I went out of the bathroom:

"Did you flush the toilet?"

She even took me to the public court.

I lack words to describe the likes of her. It's a nightmare!

Look, get an axe and crush her head.

I could come and ice her.

You must be kidding. It's a big sin.

A sin? You're an over-fastidious lame mug.

My wife Claudia is a nice woman. My children, the girls -

I KILLED MY NEIGHBOR

I'm a patient, quiet sort of man. But I broke down.

I don't know what came over me.

- Shut up, Venya! - He sings well.

Humming like a jet engine word,

Your brow falls into the sea like a rock.

- Is Veniamin in? - Yes.

I alone chew this Eden. The apples' eyes in hell's...

- Who's he? - A friend. He's not one of you.

The eagles are flocking together.

May I share a cig with you?

- Your age's no hindrance. - You can have this cigarette.

He wants to share it with you.

May I?

Oh come on. You don't smoke.

I started smoking in the first form. Give it to me.

Can I light my cig from yours?

- Here. - I want you to do it.

- I never saw you smoking. - I didn't broadcast it.

- Why is that? - I was afraid.

- Afraid of what? - Leave, can't you.

- What were you afraid of? - Can't you leave me alone.

It sounds insulting. This is disgusting really

- Give me a cigarette. - Get lost.

I want a cig. I got exicited.

- Here you are. - Thank you.

Your hand is shaking. Don't listen to him.

- He doesn't draw. - Get lost.

Shut up everybody.

Want ten dollars? Come wlth me,

...this won't take long. Please.

- I can't bear to hear it. - Leave, leave here.

I'm not the man to delight in other men's suffering.

I wouldn't refuse. Can't you see it's insulting.

Get out of here!

I will. I'm not the one...

...to take pleasure in fear. You will excuse me.

- I'll kill you. Get out. - Okay.

Do you want ten dollars?

I bet you didn't draw.

He has other is to fry. He's gonna ice his neighbour.

Sh-sh-sh!

Why yell? Let the man have a say.

You want fifty? Come.

Thou shalt not kill, nor covet...

- This won't take long. - Your right hand is so smart.

Let him speak.

Enough to buy your kids milk and me some tea as a commission.

I'm not drunk, I just didn't sleep last night.

What kind of work is that? Come on, tell us.

Money is not important. Want to do it for love?

- How about love? - No, no.

- You mean it? - Yes

Forget it. You're not my cup of tea anyway.

You're stumpy.

He is trusting.

- I don't like'em trusting. - Who do you like?

I'd better go see Veniamin.

That's not your aesthetics. You've stuck to him like a leech.

I'm going to call the police.

Go to the shower-room, you mermaids.

The skid of your track eyes,

The screeching of brakes Tearing my throat apart,

The black blues of my night, The jazzy howling of fire.

I got stuck here. Lack of emotions maybe.

- What do you say? - "Tearing the throat apart."

You hit it on the nail, with these hands! Incredible!

It's the verse of a genius. My name's Ghena.

It means genius. I am a genius and you're shit.

And he calls himself a critic!

I can hit your head with this pipe...

....shove it into the furnace and that's it. - Huh?

Right! Speaking about the furnace.

Forget it. But as a serious man I mean what I say.

If Venya doesn't clear his debt I'll burn his coat.

- How would you go about it? - You mean the coat?

- No, my neighbour. - Oh, it's a piece of cake.

I'd pipe her on the head, as simple as that.

- You could be found out. - I'm a Snake and cunning.

So it's a deal?

I'll hit her with a pipe or better cut her throat.

- Cut her throat? - Yeah, to see blood gushing out.

Pain ate out the windows of eyes.

Down there, in the cosmic depth of the basement

A child cried shedding stars of tears.

The run-down dog joined in.

That brought forth a nocturnal rain

which licked the earth with the sunset's tongue.

A nail stuck out from a tree trunk.

It's still underdone.

Go away, I need to mull it over.

Or keep your mouth shut.

I was right about you. You understand and approve of me.

I mean I can count on you.

It's about my neighbour. It happened so suddenly.

She said I'd used her soap, I didn't.

She showed a hair on her soap.

I killed my neighbour.

I killed my neighbour. With a carving knife. Throat.

We washed the blood off. Her body's so material and disgusting.

I want you to commit her body to the flames.

- In a proper manner. - You killed her!

I didn't ask you to involve me in all this.

It's awful to have to keep a person's secret. I'm a poet.

It's a criminal case - complicity, evidence withheld.

- Go away. - Cremate her. Please!

- Leave. My shift is over. - Just cremate her.

I'm so vulnerable. I took in your pain.

And you're trying to make me a partner in crime. For shame!

Shut up. Just put her in the furnace.

Not to fear. Just shove her in.

No! It means a prison term, dead rap.

I'm a sick man. I dedicated my life to art.

- I'm having a book published. - Sh-sh-sh!

- They can hear us. - They have their job to do.

My bosses like me.

I'm respected and appreciated as a machinist and poet.

- Why did you undress her? - She did it herself.

She walked about naked in a communal apartment!

My wife says: "Get dressed, my man's unhappy about it."

But she says: "I walk like I please. This is my home."

My wife Claudia is a nice woman.

My children, two girls - But I'm not a log, am I?

- Oh Christ, how terrible! - Do cremate her.

It's terrible to have to keep anothee man's secret.

- I'm a poet. I said it for fun. - Will you give me in?

Did I ask you to unburden Yourself to me?

I can't keep secrets. I can blab it out.

I tried to reach the guy who works at the zoo boiler-room..

He wasn't there.

- No way. The coal's burnt out. - Please cremate her!

- I can blab it out. - Please cremate her.

The guy at the zoo boiler-room wasn't there. Cremate her.

- No way. The coal's burnt out. - No!

My shift is over. My relief is coming any minute now.

You have friends at the zoo. Speak to them.

An idiotic situation!

Unclaimed corpses are committed to earth, unwisely.

The morgues are overfilled and beasts are going hungry.

- Take your box and go away. - Cremate her, please.

Your neighbour was very pretty.

- What colour were her eyes? - She had blue eyes.

What's wrong, honey? Wait!

You can yell and I can't, okay?

Easy, Venilamin. What do you mean sitting here and goggling?

You can yell and I can't. Why?

You can yell and we can't. Why is that?

Take it easy, Veniamin.

- Can't we have a quiet fuck? - Calm down. Mind your heart.

- Yes, fuck. Come on, baby. - Mind your heart.

You are my steed.

- Cashier, the mutton's over. - I'm awfully sorry.

Awfully sorry.

What's so funny?

Oh God!

OPHELIA

Where's your baby, Tanya? Did they carry it away?

What have you decided?

What's on our mind, tell me?

Say something. You hear me?

Or it'll boomerang against you, believe me.

Tanya dear, don't do things I don't advise you to do.

I'm a friend, don't try to make me into the opposite.

Listen to me, just to me.

Listen to my voice and no other's.

Only my voice, Tanya

Opha, one more blood test please.

Opha, dear beautiful Opha.

What luck running into you. I'm in love with you,

with your voice and your special light step.

You're always alone, my mysterious Opha...

Where can I invite you? Where would you like to go?

What should I do for you not to refuse me?

I got to know what you like to eat and drink.

What time of day you prefer, what season, weather, colour.

What literary hero do you dream of at night?

Or smoke gazing distractedly.

You know I like Ophelia who drown innocently.

She is the best, the chastest girl.

Why then was your name reduced to Opha?

Oh, I don't mind.

Don't go. You didn't come here for nothing, did you?

No, I didn't.

- You didn't come for nothing. - Right.

- You came to see me. - Did I?

You never visit the wards. You do paperwork.

- Yes, I came to see you. - And?

Well, I've seen you. Let go of my hand, Doc.

My dear, beloved Opha.

Don't flirt with me. I'm crazy about you.

Someone is coming.

Not a soul. Are you afraid of me?

No one will love you as much as I do.

Okay. Meet me at seven.

No, no, no.

These are the files. You are a happy father.

And we deal with refuseniks, leaveniks of all kinds.

- So rejoice, my boy. - I am rejoicing.

I'm not trained to pull babies out of the uterus.

- I just do paperwork. - Thank you very much.

Many thanks. Thank you. Thank you.

Oh those useless words - The vignette of false essence,

Those are just useless words, Aie, I assure you.

Why were those useless words

Ever uttered in your presence?

No need to say those words, I'll pine away so soon.

We are closing.

- No, Doc. - No admittance!

Doctor, please!

See you tomorrow, girls.

See you.

Thank you. Oh, not again!

- Here you are, Elvira. - Oh, what a joker.

I can't lock or unlock it. Albina took the key by mistake.

I like strong tea with lemon in the morning

and coffee with a cigarette at night.

- And the weather? - Fall is great.

When it rains, especially at night. I just love it.

- What is your favourite colour? - I like white, I like black...

I like crimson and glittering, scale-like.

- And the sea? - I love water.

- Want to be married? - Are you testing me?

You all get me wrong. I'm not frigid, Doc.

- I like men. - Take off your slips.

Why did you quit the old hospital?

It's damp and filthy, with sick walls.

The area where it's located has no prospects.

They don't have the files desk. I got bored stiff.

And they were so prying. They gave me no peace.

Also I believe in changing work places. And those men!

You sound like Tanya in my ward.

Oh, she'll be released today.

- We didn't get her file. - I left it on our way out.

Did she give up the baby?

She did. Opha, dear Opha.

- What are we going to do now? - I'll take you to a studio.

- Have you any condoms? - Nope.

Forget it then. And adieu, Doc.

You should treat your uterus.

Oh, those useless words - The vignette of false essence

Those are just useless words, Aie, I assure you.

Why were those useless words ever uttered in my presence?

No need to say those words, I'll pine away so soon.

Up yours! You bitch!

Can I have one too?

You're so kind Opha. You alone are, really.

I'd say I'm not kind but humane.

Gimme a cig.

Long time no smoke.

People throw away good things.

So kind, so kind, so very kind.

Kind, very humane, so rare in our time.

Kindness is rare to come by in any time.

Why are you wearing stockings? It's not comfy.

I've a pair of tights. I can change...

... if you hold my handbag, okay?

- I don't like the place. - I do.

- What are you feeling? - Nothing.

Wait here.

- What time is it? - Twenty five after seven.

Uet's et out of here. i

This is it. I know the place.

Don't gape, move it.

You have morbid interests. Pshaw!

Let's go, let�s go.

You old freak, cretin.

Hans - dance - sausage - sour cabbage,

Ate a cat without a tail and said, "No damage."

No loo here. No loo.

There's no loo here. Don't you see? No loo.

Fool. Old freak. How I hate men!

Those men. I hate them.

I hath men. I hate women.

- Who do you like Opha? - I like children.

Turn away.

It doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt, doesn't hurt.

Hello, Doctor!

Doctor, this is your Opha. I did it all wrong.

I shouldn't have left you. Will you ever forgive me?

I'm standing here all alone.

I'm scared stiff, Doc.

I'll put down the number... your friend's address.

I was subjected to violence. Somebody tried to strangle me.

I'm terrified. I'm shaken.

I'm terrified. Somebody tried to strangle me. I'm shaken.

Somebody tried to strangle me.

I was subjected to violence. I'm terrified.

You are chain smoking, Opha.

I'm so inexperienced.

I'm sure you're made me pregnant.

Do I have to carry your foetus?

I don't want to carry your foetus.

I need to make my career.

Your career?

I got a place in the archives

I'm in charge of the secret files, relations,

False names and escapees addresses,

...the papers signed by women who gave up their babies.

I'll have their real names and addresses.

That's not to be sneezed at.

You bet.

You don't love me anymore? You said you did last night.

I don�t like men.

I don't like women. I don�t like children.

I don't like humans. I'd give this planet the lowest mark.

Who do you like, Opha?

I like animals.

Stop it. Your questions call forth associations.

And don't provoke me.

I have my own plans for the future.

Don't try to lead me astray, honey.

Don't, come near me as long as I'm here.

- Aren't you hungry. - Aren't you tired?

Always cheerful, brisk and obliging.

Here's the key.

I like handling documents.

For example, in 1970 Kosmatova disowned her first-born.

One year later the boy Petya was adopted by the Topols.

- Seventy one Aviation St. - Not so loud.

- This is unprofessional. - Classified information.

What if someone is eavesdropping?

Every why has a wherefore, Albina.

All things are interhooked. And there is fate.

If you don't resist it it carries you toward actions

preprogramme for you, and assists and protects you.

- Elvira. - Albina.

Opha.

Nothing'll happen to you until you've fulfilled your programme.

I don't agree with you but here is the key.

Let's go.

Opha! Opha!

Opha, my chick, Opha!

Ivanova... breast-fed... abandoned babies....

So...

Opha, where are you? Let me in, Opha.

No. What do you want?

I've brought you some apples.

Leave them at the door and go away.

They may be pinched. I'll just hand them over and leave.

Open up.

Okay.

Thanks. You're helping me, so I'm on the right track.

I don't want you to see my flush face.

I'm nearing my goal, Doc.

Thank you. My goal is near, Doc.

My face is so flushed.

Go now.

Ivanova Alevandra Ivanovna.

25 Flower street, apartment 5. Single. No telephone.

- Who is there? - Let me in.

- It's urgent. - No.

I live myself and it's late.

Milk!

What are you up to,

Little cur?

Serves you right, you punk.

Mama, mama!

What happened to her? Why doesn't she come out?

I'm so worried.

What?

- What do you want? - Why don�t you answer my calls?

- You never call. - I do, I do.

- Won't you call me? - Don't you hear the buzzing?

I'm waiting and waiting...

Mama you don't hear it buzz. I worry about you.

I'm worried. Why don't you call me? I'm waiting and waiting.

- Why don�t you answer? - I got worried.

- I'm worried so much? - What? What? What?

Is it allowed to bathe here?

Is it allowed to bathe here?

- Can one bathe here? - No. You'd get stuck.

I see, I see, I see...

Stop pestering me with that "I see" of yours.

You and your "I see"!

You're an alkie!

I can see you don't have children.

I wouldn't want them to live my life.

What's wrong with your life?

There may be coincidences even in particulars.

Let's check it.

Are you reading the story...

...of innocently drowned Ophelia?

She's my favourite character. You must've peeped

No. I used your method of coincidences.

Well, if it really works, it's just terrible.

Excuse my orphanish ways.

- Are you an orphan? - I am.

- Can I help you? - No, thanks.

- Maybe you have some requests? - No.

- What did your mama call you? - Sasha. Alexandra.

- Petrova? Sidorova? - Ivanova.

You're a crook.

Your teeth are white, mine are not.

How it all coincides and settles of itself.

What do you like this poor Ophelia for?

For her beautiful death. I envy her that kind of death.

"Innocently drowned"! I wish I could die that way.

I must be off. Where's my stick?

Let me help you. It rolled down into the water.

I can't swim.

Neither can I. Where is my stick?

- Where is it? - Hey, stop pushing me.

Mother, it's a nice death.

You see? Nothing depends on us.

Let's say goodbye.

Mama didn't you dream about such a nice death?

I just helped your dream to come true. Goodbye, mama.

You're now clean before me. I forgive you.

THE GIRL AND DEATH

Hullo! I can't hear you.

So she developed all kinds of psychosomatic ailments.

Dizziness, stress...

Weakness, depressive state...

...visual disturbances. Confused consciousness.

Spells of disability...

...and I'd say episodes of a hysterical nature.

Those symptoms led to her disability...

and she chose...

...to be place at a special medical institution.

I for my part -

Those operators!

By moonlight, bright and shining,

I first beheld my love.

And a multi-stringed harp -

Shit! Where did you get it?

You thief, put it back!

Do it.

Girl! Girl! Girl!

Bastard! Shitass!

Careful, girl dear. It's my teeth.

No, baby.

- Comb your hair. - No.

- My doll has dandruff. - Shampoo its hair.

On the eyes! On the lips! On the mug - and hard.

Don't. A doll is a child of sorts.

- May I go for a walk? - No.

Your mother's orders.

- I don't hear nor listen. - To each his own.

You can't sweet. I said no.

- I'm very strong. - I'm very strong too.

- I want to take a stroll. - You can't go out.

Right. One should use one's own toiletries.

- I'm going for a walk. - No.

You are not, baby. I promised your mother...

...you'll stay indoors.

- I'll give you a rough ride. - How scary!

- May I go out? - You heard me, no.

Get dressed, girl.

It's chilly.

Sorry. It's allergy.

Little fool.

- I didn't do it on purpose. - Don't be sorry.

You didn't do it on purpose. Don't be sorry, okay?

It's natural. Natural.

Natural you see.

Get it? It's natural.

As your dear mother says,

"Its naitural, naitural." Don't.

- Natural. It's a joke. - No, girl, it is not.

- It is not a joke, honey. - It is, it is.

I am right. It's not a joke. Get dressed.

Its natural. Its natural.

I'm allergic to feline hair.

Naitural, naitural.

It isn't natural, girl.

I'm going to teach you to play chess.

Chess, a game for intelligent men, came to us from India.

You won't get the hang of it overnight of course...

...but I can see myself contending with you before long.

So... The rook moves vertically and horizontally.

Rooks follow knights and bishops.

Did your mother make these pasties?

No, she brought them from work.

- Oh yes, she works at a diner. - Right.

Then she stole not brought them from work.

Don't eat it, it was stolen and your mama is a thief.

Mama is good. The cat is good.

You shouldn't eat them. But who cares really.

- Go ahead, eat them, girl. - I will, don't you worry.

This cat here is eating it...

...because it's a thief.

The next important figure is...

...the queen and king, or the king to be more exact.

The queen is a most formidable figure as far as...

...manoeuvrability and ways of influencing other figures goes.

Your cat is a thief.

It would eat anything because it's a theif.

Commoners! Cads! Plebeians!

- Your figure please. - I am sorry.

Your age excuses you. I'll try to forgive you.

Look, girl.

Tat-tat-tat, tit-tit-titting, She is not afraid of sinning.

Suzuki dear, love me right here...

Another figure.

Wow, how vulgar! You look like a harlot.

My ganny did that. It's her fan.

- Your wife - No, my grandmother.

She was my grandmother. Granny Olya.

- You have a grandmother? - I did.

Both granny and grandpa...

- What about a mother. - Sure. I had a dad too.

Mother was a beautiful and intelligent woman.

Your mother is cute and smart too.

Smartness is a kind of wit.

So they are all dead, your grandpas and grandmas.

Your fathers and grannies, your mothers -

Yes. It's natural for people to die.

- Want to play with the fan? - No.

- Keep it if you like. - No.

Don't go. Talk to me. I'm your babysitter, am I not?

I wonder what you think about, what's on your mind.

You'll go to school soon but you can do nothing.

Can you write or read? No! Can you count?

Does your mama talk to you or just brings you stolen pasties?

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

Stay away from me.

Don't be silly. I could give you a lot.

Leave me alone, leave me alone.

I'm well educated. I could read a book for you.

Never wash your hands and neck, your ears and your face.

That's as silly as can be And leads to no good.

You're so ugly. I hate you. You're rotten.

I'm going to tell your mother

I'll never babysit for her again.

I won't ever stay with you. You can't walk

There'll be no one to bring you food.

When you die...

...we'll move into your apartment and 'pravitize' it.

We'll have it all to ourselves.

I hate you.

No one'll buy you food...

...and you'll starve to death.

Mama will take me to work.

Right. And you'll learn to steal pasties.

I'll report on her and your mother'll be sacked.

And you will die of starvation.

Very funny.

Stop clowning!

I'll tell everybody about it...

...and your mama will be sacked.

- You'll starve to death. - We won't.

You're a fool!

That's an overstatement.

I can still use my legs.

By moonlight bright and shining I first behold my love

I hearkene to the sweet tune Of the multi-stringed harp.

There're a lot of golden lights On Saratov streets and squares.

There're a lot of bachelor guys, I came to love a married one.

I'm still very much alive and hale and sound, sweetie.

I shot up into a cute girl,

I am seventeen years old.

And as soon as I turned 17, I got so lovesick - Oh!

Girl!

Let's patch it up, okay, and never fight again.

Get me some water in the tea Kettle, will you.

Like a dream, an apparition

Did you brush against me slightly.

I will lapse into a fitful sleep

To awaken in despair.

Bring me some water, girl.

- Thank you. Is it boiled? - Yes. It was in the kettle.

Thank you. It tastes bitter.

Must be my gall.

Sorry.

What is your name? - Lilia.

Lilia. Good. And your last name?

Murlykina.

Murlykina Lilla.

Where do you live, Murlykina?

56 Chernomorskaya Road.

- And your apartment number? - Forty one.

Say this when you get lost, okay?

Sorry.

So Murlykina Lilla...

...tomorrow I'm going to teach you to read,

and count till five.

I am not feeling well now.

And this silly pain.

I'd better go home. Mama'll come from work soon.

Hello! Yeah, it's on again.

I didn't finish. I mean your grievances...

...complaints and claims.

It is possible to love an old person if you love...

...him or her very, very much.

I mean you'll tolerate him, sympathize with him and forgive.

Yes, forgive him his old age.

For old age is regarded as his own fault.

And you'd want to punish him, humiliate and terminate.

You know the word 'terminate'? Terminator.

Years ago I visited a home for the aged...

...in my official capacity.

I knew no one there... No relation.

A bunch of old men and women smiling guiltily.

Disgusting!

I hated myself...

...for despising and detesting them...

...because they were old. Terrible! Terrible!

So quiet, quietly terrible.

I couldn't bring myself to like them.

I wanted to get out and not know, to forget.

The best therapy here is amnesia.

"One can't always be fair, it'd mean destroying in oneself,"

...said that great German, Goethe.

Old age, my dear fellow, is repulsive.

I don't judge those who want to finish us off.

I'm sorry. Something is wrong. I'll call la...

Oh Lord!

You can't, you can't, you can't....

I forbid, I forbid.

Director of Photography Gennady KARYUK

Production Designer Evegeny GOLUBENKO

Film Editor Valentina OLEINIK

Costume Designer Alyona STEPANOVA

Makeup Victoria KURNOSENKO

Sound Engineer Emmanuil SEGAL

Directed by Tatiana BORODINA

Production Manager Alexander BOROVIKOV

Executive Producers: Valentina SUDZILOVSKAYA, Vitaly KOSHMAN

Produced by Igor TOLSTUNOV

BOILER-ROOM No. 6

Written Igor BOZHIKO

with the participation of Evegeny GOLUBENKO

Featuring

Sergei MAKOVETSKY Leonid KUSHNIR

Jean DANIEL Sergei CHETVERTKOV

Alexander SHEVCHENKOV Tamara DEMCHENKO

OPHELIA

Written by Renata LITVINOVA

Featuring

Renta LITVINOVA, Natalya BUZKO Alexandra SVENSKAYA

Ivan OKHLOBYSTIN, Elvira KHOMYUK Albina SKARGA

THE GIRL AND DEATH

Written by Vera STOROZHEVAYA

with the participation of Kira MURATOVA

Featuring

Oleg TABAKOV Lilia MURLYKINA

Translator - Raisa SVIRINA

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