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TV CHANNEL RUSSIA

KINOGRAD 21 PRODUCTION COMPANY

KARINA ANDOLENKO

PAVEL PRILUCHNY

ANASTASIA ZADOROZHNAYA VLADIMIR ZHEREBTSOV

ALEXANDR TUTIN YELENA STAROSTINA

SERGEY SHNYREV LUIZA MOSENDZ

KSENIYA BURAVSKAYA GALINA PETROVA

VALERIA KOZHEVNIKOVA PAVEL KHARLANCHUK

IN THE FILM BY KAREN OGANESYAN

RUSSIAN BEAUTY

WRITTEN BY GANNA SLUTSKY

CAMERA DIRECTORS ANDREY GURKIN NIKOLAY SMIRNOV

MUSIC BY ANNA KHIRTRIK

PRODUCTION DESIGNER IGOR KHUTSKY

EDITORS OLGA PROSHKINA YURY DYDYCHKO

PRODUCERS DANIIL GETMANSKY VALERY SMETSKOY

PRODUCERS YEKATERINA YEFANOVA ALEXANDR MURAVCKY

EPISODE 8

Don't be afraid... I'm your aunt. Why so much fear.

Aunt. There, don't be afraid.

He has an aunt. But he has no dad. Let's go to bed.

And what's happened to Arseniy?

- Don't you know? - No.

Our dad deserted us. Deserted.

Lyuba, how could he desert you?

Why did Arseniy leave?

He said he couldn't live in a family of traitors.

But Felix was not a traitor.

What difference? My husband left me.

Kolya has no father. I can't go out. Everybody points a finger at me.

I'm left by husband, understand?

Lyuba...

People from the regional party committee came.

They gave a long lecture about your Felix.

And mentioned that the wife of the traitor to Moterland is Katya Panova.

You follow me? Our surname, father's and mine, was mentioned.

Hush, Lyuba... Baby is sleeping.

Don't order me. This is my baby. Give birth to yours first.

Mum told you Moscow would ruin you. And your Felix!

Stop shouting at your sister. Hello, daughter!

Hello, dad.

Are you protecting her?

You forgot who your daughter is?

I forgive your drunken brawls and take care of you.

She's not the one to be protected.

Do you get that Kolya is fatherless because of her?

We have no money. We are almost starving.

Our goat died.

***The queen***... It's all because of you again.

I thought you'd depart to your Moscow and we'll start a quiet life.

And here you are again.

I've suffered all my life because of you.

All I heard was Katya.

Why are you here? Tell me.

So selfish! You have always thought only about yourself.

And mum died because of you! I hate you!

Katya, you see... Don't be cross with Lyuba.

We love you anyway.

I'd better... go. I have to do some chores.

Was it hard to say you'd come with your wife?

There, calm down. She tagged along in the last moment.

Here, everything is ready. We can go on.

And I know one secret. I know that Irina and Gek decided to get married.

I want to drink to you!

Remember, my dear!

Who introduced you to this woman, this hostess?

She laid the table for us like in a restaurant!

- Valera! - I see, I see. Here.

And I also want to drink to your novel, to its success.

I would always remember how many hardships

you've passed through while writing it.

But all that is a matter of the past. Here.

So *** to you! And I wish you luck! Hooray!

- Hooray! - Hooray!

Yes!

I just can't believe I'll soon be the writer's wife.

Oh! In fact, it's not so easy to be a writer's wife.

When my Valera wanted to write books,

my mum and I nearly hanged ourselves.

He drank, fought and had lots of affairs.

Galya, you'd better have a bite.

Champagne won't make me drunk. It's vodka that drives me mad.

There, there.

Well, my Gek is different.

Yes. I am not yet used to victories.

I must admit, I have always thought

that success comes to deceitful and corrupt people.

But looks like I was mistaken.

Thank you, Valera, for everything you've done for me.

You've fed me and believed in me.

And also great thanks to my Ira.

Comrades, and why are you so sad? Now a kiss!

Right! A kiss!

A kiss!

Guys! If things turned out that way, maybe you'll join? A kiss!

Calm down! Take a seat! Calm down!

Don't you touch me. I got it now.

You slept with all the three.

Shut your mouth!

Marianna!

Shout at your wife like that, and do so at home.

Will you accompany me?

Have a nice evening!

Drunk. Understand?

Come in, Volodya.

And I've been thinking to guess who was looking for me.

- Take a seat. - Thank you.

- Some tea? - No, thank you.

Wiring doesn't work again.

So, tell me the news. How is life, how are you?

Everything is fine. I***ve moved. Tried working as a taxi driver.

But I didn't like it. It doesn't seem to be ***my cup of tea***.

Then I started working as a driver at the plant.

I feel good and people do too.

Quarterly bonus, thirteenth paycheck *** everything is going well.

Maybe you are hungry?

That's for you.

Thank you.

Katya, why won't we move to the village?

We'll get married; start living like others.

Katya, this is not ***your cup of tea***.

Volodya, you are a very good man.

- But... - Please don't say anything.

Think of it, all right?

- Maybe some tea after all? - Why not?

- Shall I fix your wiring? - All right.

Ira!

Ira!

- Huh? What? - Ira, I'm through.

- What are you through with? - With my new novel.

And when did you have the time?

I worked at night while you were sleeping.

I'm sorry for sleeping on the attic last month,

but I needed to do so for the novel.

I think it's a masterpiece!

I knew that you are a genius.

It was so simple, so touching.

I was getting out of taxi,

and Edik kept me, declared his love and proposed to me.

So what, the dress is almost ready.

- Is that all? Can we exhale? - Aha.

I shall keep on weight before the wedding.

Look, Katya did not waste the time at the Model House.

She's become a good seamstress.

I could sew before that as well.

Such a nice cut! My favorite color.

Right, aunt?

Your raggery is nothing!

She makes injections to me like no nurse can.

Thank you.

- Have you given her the money? - No, I will do it now.

Don't. I won't take anything for the injections.

Add some more.

This is for the dress. I'll go to get changed.

Katya, I've got very good news.

I managed to get a permit for Felix's book publication.

- Vera Ivanovna, you've told me that. - Really?

I don't remember.

You should have read the manuscript.

Nobody knows what will happen to it after editing.

I can't. It's painful.

I'll be thinking about Felix, not about the book.

Yes. I had difficulty in reading it too.

It was interesting to read it. And very scary.

A lot of truth. And truth kills.

What was it? Oh! Yes!

A nice young man came and took away the manuscript.

I'll be happy if memory about Felix remains.

For sure!

Hello, Ira! Well, how is our writer doing? Huh?

So, was it you that caroused at our place?

No. Was there any reason to do that?

Here it is! He has finished a new novel.

Hmm, a familiar folder.

May I?

Felix Krutsky's folder. Where have you got it from?

Why do you care? Gek gave it to me with the novel.

Gek and Felix worked together. He had my folders, and I had his.

Don't be angry, let me read it.

Dad told me to take the manuscript to the corrector.

I'll just have a look.

Who introduced you to our genius? Huh?

Please!

All right then!

You're answering for the novel with your life!

- Take it to the corrector at once. - At once.

Still, I don't like the city.

Katya, move to my country house. It will be easier together.

I don't know. I can't leave this flat.

Everything reminds me of Felix there.

And I can't stay there for the same reason.

I won't press you. Come whenever you can.

I'll always be happy to see you, you know.

Felix and I loved to walk here very much.

I understand.

We usually don't value our time when our loved ones are around.

Yeah, exactly.

It turned out that Felix was the most important aspect of my life.

And I didn't understand it.

I was always rushing somewhere.

What's the use of it all now?

I have an impression that I had died together with him.

Do you remember I once drew you in your childhood?

How you were running to the sun across the field***

And every time I feel bad, I look at this picture

and understand that this girl will never give up!

This girl is no more.

This girl is stronger than all those I ever met in life.

I want to drink to my wonderful aunt, who is my mother, father

and best friend at the same time! Happy birthday!

- Hooray! - Thank you, my dearest!

To you, Vera Ivanovna!

Are we waiting for someone else?

- Go and open the door. - Me?

Should it be me?

- And what is your relation to her? - Vera!

Fianc**.

- Have we met each other? - Yes, of course.

- Valera! - Good evening!

- Hello. - Hello, fianc**!

Well, what are we celebrating?

I thought you remember about my birthday. And came to congratulate me.

Vera Ivanovna, I've totally forgotten!

- Congratulations! - Valera!

You are such a beautiful couple!

Aunt Vera, Valera is married.

Really?

May I say you something in private?

I'll just be back.

- Uncle Stepa, take some beet! - All right.

Look, please... Is this Felix's folder? Is it his manuscript?

Gek Teplitsky?

Right, it's his. And how did you get it?

I gave it for printing to a nice young man.

Tall and dark? Looking like Byron.

Exactly, like Byron.

- I thought so. - Will it be printed or not?

Don't worry. I'll do my best.

Thank you. Let's go to the table, you must be hungry.

- Gosh, I feel uncomfortable. - Why?

- You know everyone here. Sit down! - Really?

The more the merrier.

Give him a plate and the utensils.

Why haven't you made any vareniki, eh?

Not everyone is a Jack-of-all-trades like you.

Hands!

- I'll put you some? - No.

Will you have some? It's tasty.

Hello!

- Listen, what's up? - This novel cannot be published.

Dad hasn't approved it from the start, either. He said it was too brave.

But somebody has to be brave.

We have reviews, so no point in delaying it.

No point? We'll be killed for that!

- What do you mean? - I mean...

This novel was written by Felix Krutsky.

You must be mad.

This novel was written by Gek Teplitsky. My husband.

Your husband... Gek Teplitsky has stolen it.

There are facts that only the initiated people could know.

Nechaeva confirmed everything.

So our Gek is telling lies to you and to all of us.

Dear me!

That's true.

- Do you recognize it? - Don't worry!

- My novel. - Are you sure?

Of course, I am.

This is the novel written by Felix Krutsky.

I saw this hell of a folder on his desk one thousand times.

Valera!

What difference does it make whose folder it is?

This is my novel! I've written it.

This is my manuscript. Understand?

Can you hear? It's his novel!

- Shut up! - Don't you talk to my wife like that?

Shut your mouth! How did you get this manuscript?

I've written it. Understand? I've written this manuscript myself.

Let's go to Nechaeva then, eh?

And ask her whose novel this is. And how it got to you, eh? Come on.

She has given it to me.

I can't hear you. Who?

This novel was given to me by Vera Ivanovna Nechaeva.

All right.

What for?

She wanted it to be published. And came to the editorial office.

I was there.

She was told that publication is impossible for obvious reasons.

The name of Felix Krutsky and his case have not been forgotten yet.

I looked through. It's an excellent novel.

I just wanted to help.

Gek, why did you lie to me, your wife?

Ira, the novel would not have been published otherwise.

***Helper***.

The whole glory would have been yours.

You've disappointed me very much. Gek. Very much.

So you'll remain the author of one book.

Have you written it yourself?

Valera, what do you say? He has surely written it!

Not me!

- How is it? - I didn't write it.

I found the manuscript on the attic

of the prayer house where I was living then.

I don't know the author, but there was a lot of talent in the writing.

The rats ate the first and last pages. And I wrote the beginning and the end.

It's so dusty here.

Excuse me. I'll go.

It's dusty.

You're a crum, Gek.

If you bring a ball to school once more

and break the glass there, I will hang you on this necktie!

Why are you so angry? Your lover is getting married?

On the contrary, it's good. She calmed down.

Understood she would get nothing here. I think we should celebrate it.

Let's go to the cinema, eat an ice-cream.

Or maybe you will buy me a flower?

She has burned her house.

Granny said it's because of grief! Because her husband got a lover.

- Turn away! - So silly!

She had to burn your lover's house. Why burn hers?

Mum, and will you burn this lover's house?

Sonny, her house is too big. We don't have enough kerosene.

But she's getting married. The problem is solved.

Why don't we have such a big house?

Why don't we have such a big house?

Enough. I'm broken, Galya.

Today I've been betrayed by a person

whom I trusted immensely.

Now you've been betrayed, too.

- Do you want an ice-cream? - I do.

Learn to play football, and I'll buy you one.

Ira, what's happened?

Go where you were going.

I won't go anywhere until you tell me what the matter is.

So?

- Gek*** he betrayed me*** - Hush...

- I will never have a real family! - Hush now...

- Nobody loves me... - Hush...

Everything will come out right, you'll see!

Nothing... Nothing will come out right, understand!

- There are men besides Gek! - No!

No, he's the best!

Hush...there, don't cry, all right?

Everything is fine!

Katya, how is my dress?

Haven't you forgotten I asked to narrow the waist?

No, I remember everything, now we'll try it on.

And what is it? Another order? Katya, I told you I need it urgently.

Lidia Yakovlevna, I remember everything, I won't detain you.

I don't like the way the waist fits.

Can't you see it yourself?

Lidia Yakovlevna, I did my best. Your waistline is very complex.

Do you want to say that I have no waist?

No, everybody has a waist.

You asked me to narrow it. So I did.

Even though I said from the start that it's better to loosen it.

I don't know then.

The scye is wide, the shoulders are not in place.

Lidia Yakovlevna, this dress suits you very much.

Believe me, I know my way around here.

You've put on a little weight. But the dress conceals it.

If you don't like it, I'll remake it.

Suppose so.

I'd also like to add a bolero here, do we have any fabric left?

Yes, but it's not enough for a bolero.

Not enough?

You understand? It's a very expensive fabric.

There was enough in the cut. How much did you spend on the dress?

I'll bring it to you and you will count yourself.

I don't suspect you personally of stealing,

but you know what homeworkers are like.

They cut it out so as to leave some for themselves.

Will you take the dress?

- If so, I'll finish it by Thursday. - OK, I'll come on Thursday.

I'm awkward to remind you, but you owe me the money

for the two previous orders.

Katya, I remember everything.

It is better for you to get it today or when the dress is ready,

- ...for the three orders at once? - It's better today.

But it's better for me to do it on Thursday.

Stop!

Marianna, and what does that all mean?

What do you want? Go away.

- We're through. - No, we need to shoot one more scene.

I said we're through.

My legs ache. Damned shoes. Say hello to costume designers.

Don't dramatize it. We'll change the shoes to make you comfortable.

So change them, maybe then I'll go.

Marianna , what's the matter with you?

- Are you drunk? - What do you allow yourself?

If you continue talking to me like that,

I'll have to complain to the director of the film studio.

Complain to anyone you want.

Put these feathers on and go dancing lezghinka.

All right, I'm waiting for you at the shooting stage.

- Don't count on it! Jackass! - The same is true about you!

I had no doubts.

And I liked it.

I did, too.

- Well then, good luck! - Maybe I'd better go with you?

Don't. If they catch me, I'll be responsible myself.

All right then. Be careful.

Let's go for a swim.

- It's good that we are together. - Do you love me?

See who is there.

What are you doing here?

The radiator is leaking...

- Hurry up then. - All right.

Don't open there, it stinks! Celebrating a holiday, eh?

- Exactly. Push off, quickly. - Say no more. All right.

- Has he left? - Yes.

- They nearly caught us because of you. - No, because of you.

And when will we get married?

As soon as I get divorced.

- And when will you get divorced? - Baby...

Be patient for a while. I will get divorced, I promise.

- Promise? - Yes.

- I've chosen a wedding dress. - Wow! Let's drink to it!

Let's drink to your dress. And to us!

- Hello everyone! - Look! She's shown up!

Yes, I have. Somebody failed to attend the wedding!

Please, let me introduce Eduard Akopov to you.

He's my lawful husband now.

- Hello. - Vera Ivanovna.

Nice to meet you.

***If the mountain doesn't come to Mohammed,

Mohammed will come to the mountain***, right?

- And which of you is Mohammed? - Here it is.

Let me congratulate you!

Go, don't stand there. Go ahead...

- How are you? - Good.

Hello, uncle Stepa!

Delicatessen...

We've brought the leftovers from the wedding.

Now, I can't reach it.

Uncle Stepa, why are we just standing, let's go to pick some tableware.

Or we'll drink Mohammed like this, eh?

What's the matter, are you afraid of my aunt?

A little...

- What do you need these photos for? - Damaging materials.

Do you want to discredit Shnyrev? She wants to blackmail Shnyrev!

- Venya! - Are you mad?

- She's made up her mind. - I'm asking you - are you mad?

I have no other way out.

I want to return to the Fashion House. I've lost everything.

He'll destroy you, and us as well.

And the Fashion House, he'll destroy everyone.

I understand that my word doesn't mean anything to you now,

but I have to say it.

- Venya! - Wait, Zhanna.

If your life means something to you,

and our lives as well, by the way *** hide these photos, destroy them,

send them to the Moon or eat them.

Venya, I want some water.

- Just don't show them to anyone. - Venya!

Wait, Zhanna! I will say nothing more.

- That's it! - I'll die of thirst now.

Venya is absent, he's going to get some water.

Katya, let me take these photos to the right place.

And in general, I'll do all you need, please.

Zhanna, stop trying to make up for what you've done.

I've long forgiven you.

- Are we friends? - Friends, of course.

I am sorry.