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That's me.

Happy Days

Unwind the bandage.

Let me take a look at your crown, please.

We would like to have a look at your crown.

Thank you.

Thank you.

My medical certificate?

This is the receipt for your clothes and money.

...and money.

Very much obliged to you.

You're going to have to earn your living. If you wish to go on.

...go on?

-Do you have any relatives? -I do... and what is this?

This is not for you.

May I stay here a little longer?

I can be helpful.

If they believed that you can be of any help they would certainly let you stay here.

...stay here.

I can give back the money, shall I?

And you'll let me stay here a little longer.

Here are your belongings.

And don't come here again, they won't let you in.

...won't let in.

Do you want to have a look at my crown?

Don't you?

Here, they've found your galoshes.

Are you waiting for someone?

I was allowed...

to stay here till the rain stops.

Allowed by whom?

The doctor.

Go away!

Hello! Do you have a room to let to a single man?

Bastards!

Hello!

What do you want?

It's about the room.

There's no one home.

And don't touch anything with your hands.

-And what's in there? -There? There's nothing in there.

You will have meals twice a day.

I'll clean up your room once a week.

Do you think all of these are ordinary clocks?

Eh?

What's your name?

I...

I don't know.

Do you like soup with dumplings and parsley?

I do.

That's allright.

I will call you Sergei Sergeevich.

I'll lock you in your room so that you wouldn't steal anything.

Sergei Sergeevich! Your breakfast is served.

And where's the soup?

I've got no soup.

Just wait till I go away from you...

What have you said?

Your ears are like those of Sergei Sergeevich.

Oh my God! You're back, my dear! Sergei Sergeevich.

I'm so glad! I'm so glad!

Please, my dear, darling. I'll...

I'll explain everything

...everything.

I just wanted...

Don't go away, I beg you!

Sergei Sergeevich!

You must pay in advance.

What is this?

Starting tomorrow I could add a little parsley to your meals.

That's too little.

I can show you my crown.

-Who are you? -I'm Sergei Sergeevich.

No, you aren't. That's me who is Sergei Sergeevich.

And you go away, and quick.

But I live here.

What's it?

This is my house and I live in it.

And where's the Tatar woman?

The Tatar woman?

She's not really Tatar.

But I've already paid.

You're going to have to pay many more times in the future.

I won't pay anymore.

These galoshes are mine.

Do you think you could let me stay here, somewhere in a corner?

They're still ringing, my alarm clocks.

Are they?

She just took the money and went out...

and then she ran... and he spat on her, but missed.

Then the tramway came... and she was running after it and calling. And then they started to ring.

Go away!

Move aside.

-What do you want? -A room to let...

in your apartment.

No?

Come in.

Hey you, beat it! -Lay off the boy!

Piotr!

-Piotr! -Here I am.

It's getting cold.

The winter is nigh.

-Piotr! -What?

What are you gloating at?

Who is it?

I don't know.

Do you think we could live together? Now that you've started to recognize me.

I don't know.

You would be like a son to me.

And if you want it, you can be my friend...

I've had a friend once.

Once, when I still had my eyesight I had a wife...

She's no longer there.

The donkey is my friend now.

His ears are warm and rough to the touch. Touch them!

But he's old.

One has to pay for everything. -I won't pay anymore.

If you ask me, we're made for each other.

Son of a bitch! -Who? -My son.

I see.

Piotr!

Whose boat is this? The one out in the yard.

My father made it for himself.

For his last voyage.

Dad!

Where's my soup?

The old man is different now.

To guzzle, guzzle and guzzle, there's nothing more on his mind.

Where's my soup?

There's no more soup.

Did you hear it? No more soup.

You won't have soup any more.

When you were little, you used to be afraid of the dark.

You called me, but I was sleeping,

although you had woken me up and I heard you, but I didn't listen to you.

One of these days you're going to need me to hear you calling.

I'll live just to listen to you calling me one more time...

like then, when you were little and were afraid of the dark. -OK

Scram!

Piotr! -What?

I'm going away from you.

You... Are you going to trouble me forever?

Am I troubling you?

And I thought we were comfortable together.

I cannot stretch my legs because of you.

You want to stretch your legs so badly?

Then put them in my lap.

Will you?

You don't want me to come here?

You may come... sometimes. -What do you mean by sometimes?

Once a week, once every 10 days, once a month?

More rarely. Far more rarely.

Don't come here at all if you can help it.

Sergei Sergeevich!

Sergei Sergeevich!

Sergei Sergeevich!

Bastard!

Piotr!

Piotr! -What?

How's the donkey doing?

I'm going away from you.

But how will I know?

You'll call me and I won't answer.

And what if you are just dead?

I'll wind up the alarm clock.

You'll call me and I won't answer. If the alarm clock rings then I'm gone.

If it doesn't then I'm dead.

But the alarm clock doesn't work.

This alarm clock is mine.

Why are you following me? Me? I don't know.

Can you explain me....

what have you found in me?

I can't.

You came here for my sake? -I did.

-Here I am.

I've brought you a hedgehog.

Sing a song!

It's a shame you can't take a look at my crown.

Can I at least touch it? -No, you can't.

What's this?

We used to grow parsley once.

I don't like parsley.

It tastes like violets.

Scram!

Piotr! -What?

And how is the donkey doing? -There's no more donkey.

He was my friend.

We lived together for such a long time.

During the summer we would go to the river.

He was grazing on grass and I stroke his ears.

His ears were warm and rough to the touch.

Piotr.

Piotr!

Piotr!

Won't your donkey freeze?

He's not mine.

Maybe you would like me to sing a song?

No.

I'd rather you told me anything.

I have a room.

A room?

I have two rooms.

So how many rooms do you have?

Two rooms and a kitchen.

Are they adjacent?

No, they aren't.

Why didn't you tell me at once?

You didn't ask me.

I won't pay anymore. -OK

The ears of Sergei Sergeevich are just like yours.

He's stolen my galoshes.

Antiquarian clocks and alarm clocks collection Sergei Sergeevich Sysoev

I don't pay for electricity.

But we have water and gas.

So you have gas?

I'd like to have a look at the other room.

Won't you take off your clothes?

You see...

I take off my clothes very rarely.

Let's go.

What is this?

It's a hall.

My name's Anna.

And what's your name?

I don't know.

I'll call you Borya.

Borya! -Huh.

Why don't you take off your hat?

I'll fetch a blanket and a bed sheet for you.

And what's in there? -There?

Nothing.

Do you know where the restroom is?

Give me a chamber pot.

I don't have a chamber pot.

But I have a toilet chair with a hole in it. -Do you have any old vessel at least?

I don't need a lid.

You don't need the lid?

These are all things from the family stock.

No one's getting me out of here now.

So I... did it to you...

Didn't I?

Didn't I?

Eat, hedgehog!

Anya!

You see, Borya...

We're going to have a son.

What for?

And the belly already shows.

It must be some inflation.

He's swimming inside like a fish.

Who?

Anya!

Hedgehogs have soft bellies.

Yes, they do.

There's no more tureen, Borya.

This is...

The Baron Storch.

And this is...

this is me.

You're living off prostitution.

I am.

...prostitution.

Could you ask them to make a little less noise?

They can't help moaning.

I'm going away from you.

You promised to show me your crown.

Borya!

Could you please add a little parsley to my meals?

Parsley?

Parsley tastes like violets. -Do you like violets?

I do. They smell... parsley.

Do hedgehogs eat parsley?

There's no more hedgehog.

Sing a song.

I won't.

What else do you need here?

Beat it!

Hello! I recognized you.

Your galoshes are over there.

He's called me, just like back then...

When he was little.

"Addy, daddy" he called me,

and cried.

Exactly like back then.

When little...

he used to get scared often. And called me.

He used to be afraid of the dark in his childhood.

There's no more childhood.

I know.

That's me.

Written and directed by Aleksei Balabanov

Camera: Sergei Astakhov