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Savva!

Savva!

Or are you not Savva?

No one is to blame for you instead

preparation for the introductory,

went out with friends.

We have warned. There was an agreement.

I would have done everything on time, would have gone with us.

Where's the money?

There for a month and a tutor.

Look for yourself.

But just try to drink it for me, eat it up.

Well, why are you silent?

Mama.

Greater happiness to stay at home alone,

I couldn't even imagine.

You heard?

Savva.

I trust you. You are no longer a boy.

Who?

Everything.

We drove off.

Venice awaits us.

Put on a T-shirt. Well, why do you go half naked?

Okay, kid.

If you don’t do it, I wo n’t excuse you from the army .

Dad, don't boil.

Well, that's it. Forward.

So, let's sit down on the path.

Where to?

Come on, come on, come on.

Everything.

It's time.

Everybody, come on, baby. You remain in charge.

And who will I command?

Savva, you understand me.

Yes, Dad.

Arividerchi.

How is goodbye in French?

Mom, that's all, well, that's enough. You are already quite.

I hope I remember everything.

Yeah. Orevoir.

The call does not work there.

Knock.

Hello.

Savva?

Hello. Yes.

Come on in.

Your call does not work.

Tell me again, how did you know about me?

Found you on the site "Your tutor".

Come on in.

Come on in.

My name is Anna Germanovna.

- Tell me, Savva, are you an applicant? - Yes.

Usually they study with me

senior students or those

who goes to graduate school.

Tell me, is there any university where

foreign literature is a discipline

entrance test?

This is a Russian-French higher school.

Three years here, two in France.

Foreign literature is not part of the entrance examinations.

It's just that the guys who study there told me

what's in the second or third interview

ask French literature.

And here I have a complete failure.

Oh good. I understand you.

What exactly would you like to pull up?

Well, in general ...

Flaubert.

Balzac.

Hugo.

What have you read?

"Father Goriot"?

No.

Les Miserables?

"The Man Who Laughs"?

No.

"Mrs. Bovary"?

"Mrs. Bovary."

True, I have not read it. Seen the movie.

Have you seen the movie?

Yes. I love cinema very much.

And it's faster.

Do you like cinema?

No.

Good.

First read Madame Bovary. Do you have a book?

No.

And for the next meeting, write a two-page text on the topic

"Tragic Disillusionment" would do.

Well? Let's finish for today.

What already?

Well, I just got here.

What are we going to talk about?

If you have not read anything, but only watched the movie.

Because it's faster.

I will not take money for today's lesson.

Hello Savva. You late.

Yes.

What is it?

Brought you to see.

You said you don't like movies.

But, suddenly, you will like it. This is a horror movie.

There is such a famously wrapped plot.

"Cleft palate"?

Why should I watch this?

Well I do not know.

Well, there is adrenaline. All that.

Adrenaline?

It's clear. Come on in.

Did you write that yourself?

Yes.

This is very good, Savva.

Of course, there is a categorical judgment.

Even maximalism.

But all this is quite natural for adolescent thinking.

The first thing that comes to mind of an unprepared reader is

is to blame Emma.

Read her image as the image of a vulgar, greedy ...

And as you wrote ...

A voluptuous woman?

- Well, you can ... - I'm not a teenager.

Yes, I said that ... It's not in a bad way.

I understand.

But, I'm not a teenager.

Who are you?

I am a young man.

For the modern young man

it is not easy to understand the tragedy of Emma.

There is condemnation in your text.

Do you think Flaubert denounced her?

I think yes.

And, for example, Charles Baudelaire admired Emma.

He talked about the fact that the author endowed the heroine

all masculine qualities.

Imagination.

Energy for action.

Swiftness.

What do you think, Savva, what is Emma's mistake?

She...

She wanted to live as they say in novels.

Yes.

Nowadays, your favorite cinema has supplanted literature .

And instead of living like in novels,

I had to live like in a movie.

Of course, as you said,

Emma's mind is clouded by romantic literature.

But all her actions are ...

These are helpless attempts

free yourself from the pressure of the prose of life.

From her dullness.

And she does it like ...

How it feels.

As he understands.

As best he can.

There is this famous tired phrase of Flaubert:

Madame Bovary is me.

And maybe this was the answer to all the accusations

in an insult to morality that rained down on him

from all sides after the release of the novel.

Or maybe he is just like Emma

in his life he strove for a high ideal.

But the ideal in our everyday life is impossible.

He's gone.

I want you to find by the next meeting

detailed description of Emma's portraits.

Emma's portrait changes depending on the angle of view.

The one who looks at her.

We will talk about this in the next lesson.

And let's move on.

Good.

Why don't you just throw them away?

What?

Flowers.

There is an unopened bud.

You just didn’t notice it.

See you, Savva.

Are you on Facebook?

No.

I'm not on facebook.

A.

You are probably on Odnoklassniki.

No. I am nowhere to be found.

Goodbye, Savva.

Goodbye, Anna Germanovna.

Hi Gosha.

No, we didn’t leave.

After three days.

I told you.

Well, you messed something up again.

As soon as they leave, I'll call. Yes.

Yes, yes.

Everything. Bye.

Well, that's great.

You, most importantly, photograph everything.

And then the stories are still difficult to understand.

Dad, listen.

Can you tell me how you cook your steak?

Yes. I want to cook.

To her.

Now.

To her.

That's how?

And I immediately.

Yes, this is my first try.

Well I thought you could just

throw the meat into the pan and you will succeed.

Yes, found. Yes.

There have already been a couple of classes.

Okay, thanks, dad. Hello mom.

Everything.

Bye.

Eh, what have you done?

Everything? Broke?

Hello Savva. Come on in.

My pipe burst here.

There was a little dripping.

I tried to turn the tap a little tighter.

And it will rush.

I wanted to call the plumber.

But nobody picks up the phone anywhere.

Weekends. Everything is paralyzed.

Everything.

I turned off the tap.

Now there will be no water.

You need a plumber to come and fix everything.

- Good. - If you need water, it will go to the bathroom.

Good.

Thank you, Savva, you are huge.

You just saved me.

Is this your mom?

Sorry.

Something went wrong with the water today.

This is the loosest shirt I've found.

Yes, I can do that.

No, that’s not necessary.

Get dressed, Savva.

It suits you.

Thanks.

Let `s start?

Yes.

So.

Description of Emma.

This is her portrait through the eyes of Charles.

When he saw her for the first time.

Her eyes were really beautiful.

Brown.

They looked black because of their eyelashes and looked

point-blank at us with a kind of straightforward courage.

The girl's cheeks were pink.

Between the two buttons of her bodice was shoved,

like a man, a tortoiseshell lorgnette.

This is evidence of her masculine side, which he spoke about ...

Baudelaire.

So. Good. Farther.

So.

This is Emma through Leon's eyes.

Well, this is not so much a description of the appearance as an impression,

which she produced on him.

Purely feminine qualities were absent in that image,

which he created for himself.

They no longer had any value to him.

In his view, she more and more lifted off the ground.

And, exactly at the apotheosis,

with divine ease it was carried up high.

And Rudolph.

Very cute.

He spoke to himself.

This doctor is very sweet.

Pretty teeth, black eyes, flirtatious leg.

And manners like a Parisian woman.

Where the hell did she come from?

Good.

What do you think, Savva?

Which of Emma's portraits is the most accurate?

And I knew that you would ask this question.

It seems to me not.

Charles saw only what he had not seen before.

Hairstyle.

Gracefulness.

Leon saw only the inspiration.

Well, that is, as if she were not human,

but ideal for dedication of poetry.

And Rudolph saw only the body.

I found another portrait.

Special.

And I think that this is her portrait through the eyes of Flaubert.

She was beautiful, that undefinable beauty

which nourishes joy, inspiration, success.

And which, in essence, is nothing else,

as a harmony between temperament and life circumstances.

Lust, sorrow, experience, pleasure, forever youthful dreams.

All this was also necessary

for her gradual spiritual growth,

as flowers need fertilizer, rain, wind and sun.

And now she suddenly opened up

in the fullness of its nature.

The slit in her eyes was as if made for loving looks.

It seemed in experienced temptation the artist

styled the curls of hair on the back of her head.

And when the whim of secret love loosened her hair,

they fell casually in a heavy wave.

Emma's voice and movements softened.

And something shrill but elusive

even from the folds of her dress.

From the curve of her leg.

I think Flaubert cannot hate her.

Savva, I thought.

That you don't need such a deep analysis for your preparation ,

which you and I have dealt with.

But I'm wondering.

And me.

Hi. Get ready. There is a taxi downstairs.

Where to?

Here we are.

Meet those who don't know.

This is my older sister Anya.

- Very nice. - Hello.

Anya is a literature teacher.

Styopa.

Come to your aunt Anya.

She has a present for you.

Happy birthday, Styopa.

Thanks.

Styopa, come on, hug. What are you, as non-native?

Anya.

Sit down to Pyotr Anatolyevich.

Anya.

- Petr Anatolyevich. - Hello.

By the way, Petr Anatolyevich is very similar to our dad.

So strict. A real Siberian.

We are from Transbaikalia,

Our village is over a hundred years old.

How good it is.

Yes, who is good?

This is not such a village

where everyone knows each other.

They arrange regular feasts.

There is no one on the street.

Everyone is in their homes.

It's cold and slushy.

We have dad Herman with mom Vera,

the kingdom of heaven to them,

sometimes they won't say a word to each other in a day.

It was so much fun that Anya, when she finished school,

I immediately went to the city.

Well, then a few years later I followed her up.

Styopka, happy birthday!

Stupid name.

Styopa, now old Russian names are in vogue.

So you are in trend with us.

Everything. I went hot to check.

Petr Anatolyevich, take care of Anna Germanovna.

By the way, Petr Anatolyevich runs a furniture factory

and knows almost everything about furniture.

OK. Further yourself.

Marina told a lot about you.

But I never said that you are so beautiful.

Oh thank you.

Well, let's.

For acquaintance.

What classes do you teach?

I don't work at school.

I give private lessons.

Well, there ...

I really love to read.

It is, however, rarely successful.

But, when it turns out, I read avidly.

I have the entire collection of James Hadley Chase.

Well, not all, of course. But there are a lot of books.

It is impossible to break away. Did you read?

No. But I know him.

Yes.

Literature is a lofty business.

I do furniture.

But, I'm not all about it.

Although I love my job.

But I feel that I can not express myself completely.

Do you love the forest?

And I love the forest.

I have a dacha in a pine forest.

Well, just a fairy tale.

If you love woods, come to my dacha.

I invite. I have a quad bike there.

The adrenaline just rolls over. I will teach you.

Let's make a kebab.

Let's flood the bath.

And how will we go to the bathhouse separately?

Well, that's as you like.

I, you know, and so, and so I can.

They decided to catch me, right?

Petr Anatolyevich, are you married?

Was.

I divorced.

Marina told you that I am a single woman?

Marina said that she has a charming sister.

Said?

And you decided to invite me on a date to the bathhouse?

Anya.

Anya, let's go to the kitchen with me.

Anya, dear, what are you doing?

Who did you that wrong,

what are you doing with people?

Well, you couldn't just talk to him?

Why did you offend the person?

Marina, call me a taxi.

Do you think I'm wooing you, or what?

Yes, it's too late to woo you.

Live as you want.

I couldn’t sit well with my family for 15 minutes .

Aren't you interested in how we live?

Do you want me to pretend I'm interested?

Which clinic do you go to?

How is your health?

And what about Kostya at work?

Have you already bought your autumn shoes?

We must take it now, while there are discounts on it.

Anya, what are you pretending to be?

I'm not pretending to be anything, Marina.

I can't bring myself to wonder

which is not interesting to me.

I am not interested.

But, if you want, I can, of course, pretend.

Petr Anatolyevich.

Sorry.

What are you doing here?

I knocked. The door was not closed.

Sorry.

Probably, Lesha did not slam it to the end.

And you...

And you came 15 minutes early, Savva.

I told you about fixed time.

Lesha? Who is this?

Student.

Do you have more students?

Well, of course.

Sit down.

Well then. Balzac?

Your "Father Goriot" is very boring.

And his Bovary is a vulgar, greedy and voluptuous provincial.

Will you have someone else now?

No.

You are the last one.

Here is your disc.

I did look at it.

Well, how do you like it?

Nonsense. I understand. It was a joke.

But maybe it was at least a little scary?

A little bit.

This is for you.

Your last bud has wilted. I have seen.

Savva.

It was completely unnecessary.

There was no need to buy flowers.

I know.

I bought them for myself.

Why for yourself?

I wanted the smell to be like yours.

Flowers stood by my bed.

You cannot keep lilies near the bed. You can get crazy.

Savva, what is this nonsense?

Never bring flowers again.

Say it again.

What?

My name.

Savva.

Yet.

Savva.

Tell me kiss me Savva.

Kiss me, Savva.

Hello.

Yeah, let's go.

Yes, here, literally yesterday.

Well, I've been busy. I'm preparing for the introductory.

Yes, we will. Yes.

No, not wet.

Everything is fine.

On the weekend.

I don't know, I didn't come in.

Yes, call, call.

There's a chicken in the oven for you.

I also baked pancakes for you.

They are on the table. I covered them with a towel

to keep them warm. You've seen?

If you want, then ...

Hello.

I found another tutor for you.

This is a very good tutor.

Even more qualified than me.

True, I don't know how much you need

high qualifications for training.

But, nevertheless, this is a plus.

She now has just free time.

She can study with you.

What is it, Savva?

Get dressed.

Get dressed.

Open your eyes.

Good.

I agree to another tutor.

I'm sorry.

Probably a bit early for jokes.

Class.

What a beautiful.

I am telling the truth.

Is always?

To her.

Sorry.

Thanks.

This miracle came from my mother.

I can't throw it away.

- Hello. - Hello.

My name is Dima.

I am moving to your entrance. So let's be neighbors.

Very nice.

And me.

Someday I'll drop by your place for salt, for sugar.

I live in apartment 67.

What is yours?

There is a 24-hour grocery store in our house .

Goodbye.

Listen, well, some kind of sluggish all the time.

Well, he himself doesn't know what he wants.

As soon as I write to him like that,

he answers me right away.

Sorry, I couldn't answer you.

Why then write at all?

A motorcycle is, of course, a cool technique.

So no one needs a scooter?

No. I am more into bicycles.

By the way, a bike parade soon.

Who goes?

I definitely will.

And Vadik will be at the motorcycle school.

Savva, why are you so rotten?

You yourself are rotten. Of course I will.

They are looking at you here.

Who?

Right behind me.

Just look carefully.

Don't twitch.

For the end and beginning of a new one.

So, chorus to clump together. We play "I've never ...".

Let's. Behind me.

We listen to you carefully.

I have never played football.

I have never dyed my eyelashes.

- Clear. - But I painted.

New Year!

So. Stop doing this nonsense.

I have never had sex at home.

So.

Well, how would ...

- Oh. - Oh!

So. OK.

I never finished a quarter with only fives.

Five! What are the fives? You have only triplets.

Pyaterochnitsa.

I've never gotten a grade on my chemistry test.

Well, of course. You're an excellent student.

Oh, you bastard.

I remembered.

I never...

I've never had sex with an A student.

Oh, everyone.

Smoke break.

Hi.

Hi.

I thought you weren't coming today.

It was a nice walk?

Let me feed you.

Smoky.

My head hurts?

Anya.

Please sit down.

I got drunk yesterday.

I don't remember everything well.

I slept with my classmate.

It somehow ..

Somehow it happened.

Does your head hurt?

Did you hear what I said?

I heard.

Well, come on, anyway, we'll take a pill.

I do not understand you.

What did you expect yourself?

You wanted me to ...

Screaming and crying?

So that I rush around the room hysterical?

And, on top of that,

smash some vase against the wall?

Savva, you are a young, handsome guy.

And must meet with the same.

Young, beautiful.

Carefree girls.

It's good.

May everything end so well now.

You told me the truth.

I am very grateful to you for that.

It is almost impossible to hear such a truth from a man .

What is her name?

Marianne.

Beautiful name.

Have a drink.

Have a drink.

Well.

Well, what would you like me to do?

That's what.

Hello Savva.

Hello, Natalya Sergeevna.

- Hey. - Hey.

I'm not here by chance. I'm waiting for you.

I left something in your room.

I want to pick it up.

What?

Let's go to.

How can you lose this?

And I didn’t lose.

I left.

So that you can return later.

Stupid, yes?

Well no.

Listen, someone told me

that your attic is not locked?

Shall we go to the roof?

Yes, I would love to.

But I have an exam soon.

We need to prepare.

OK.

Listen.

If you are because of what happened

then don't.

I broke up with my boyfriend.

And I wanted to feel better.

Yes, and I like you for a long time.

But I'm not going to drag you down the aisle.

I don’t need anything right now.

It was and it was.

Deal?

Deal.

Savva.

Poor girls.

Let's be friends.

Let's.

And from time to time, if we want, we will have sex.

I was joking.

A.

Although I was not joking.

Yes, I was joking.

- Bye. - Bye.

Come on in. Open.

I decided we all have time.

The lesson could have been postponed today.

Let's go to.

Savva.

There are people here. They see us.

Why are you afraid that they will see us?

Because this is not right.

A black liquid flowed from her mouth.

What?

At Emma's.

She was changed into a wedding dress.

The maids wanted to fix her head.

Touched.

And from her mouth a black liquid began to flow.

Hello.

You wanted to tell me about the call?

I will definitely fix it.

Savva?

Wow.

Hi.

And, really, wow.

What are you doing here?

I accompanied my sister to the choir.

What are you doing here?

I went to a friend.

Apparently to a familiar goose?

Savva, let's go!

Savva!

- Bye. - Bye.

Listen. You laughed so hard.

As if I had never heard anything funnier in my life.

Maybe because it was really funny?

Maybe you were funny

but why did you laugh so unnaturally?

Cool, really funny.

Marianne.

How is he?

What how?

Leave me alone.

Tell. Interesting.

Okay, don't. Then ask. Then I'll tell you everything.

This time I have no excuses.

Are you alright?

Goodbye.

Thanks for the book.

I think I left it on the table.

Do you have classes?

Didn't know they were so late.

Thanks again for ...

Joyce.

- Bye. - Bye.

Who was that?

Go home.

If you said that you would come, I would have met.

Everyone drove off, I could not stop.

Are you trying to explain yourself?

This is noble.

But to make the girl wait for herself near the entrance -

it's somehow ugly.

Not like a man.

What?

Did you want it to be like this?

Stay there.

Tricked me.

How did you agree?

That she will wait for you?

And then you go for a walk?

Marianne...

She happened to be here.

Made me a woman in years.

But, this is what I am.

How, then, to look at yourself from the outside?

Through your eyes.

Here's how.

Table.

He was not standing here.

Stay there.

Curtains.

Laughed at me with friends.

He told me how well you did it with me.

- It's a dream ... - Anya.

Every sexually mature boy.

Anya.

- Only here is completely inexperienced. - Anya.

- A young man. - Anya.

You're a boy.

Little boy.

Savva!

Go home!

Lost two cities forever.

Two cities.

O.

You feels bad?

I'll get some water.

Savva.

I AM...

I'll go home.

Hey.

Thank God, at home.

And this friend of ours is not at home?

I'll give it to him, not at home.

Savva!

Savva!

O.

And the exam next week?

Yes.

Savva, but you can talk normally,

or all through the lip? What the heck?

It's okay, Mom.

Thanks Mom.

The dumplings turned out to be excellent.

The glue itself?

Itself, sonny, itself.

In the airplane.

I sculpted and thought.

Let's come, our Savvushka is hungry.

Savva, leave.

I wash the dishes myself.

No. This is there.

Where to go?

You scream at me from the other room. Do you think I can see?

Yes, put everything new on the bed for now.

And what is in the blue bag is immediately washed.

Good.

I still wear it.

Tolya, you all wore this shirt there.

And you're also going here.

To wash.

What is it with us?

A.

Son.

Scythe son, guess what we brought you?

What is such a present? Well?

Well, what can you bring from Venice?

What kind of originality?

Right.

The mask.

Well, simple, Mercutio.

What a pity you are Horatio.

Savva, what's the matter with you?

Lyuba. Everything flowed out here.

What? Where to?

I don't teach anymore.

You can never describe the dream to the end.

There is always something beyond words.

As if in real life these words are -

it's too poor a tool to describe all these feelings

and the sensations that we experience in a dream.

And it turns out that between sleep and reality is

not just boundaries.

Here you are asleep, and here you are awake.

Namely, the impossibility of transferring the impressions of a dream into real life.

Because in a dream, different feelings and different definitions

have other laws.

Which are completely unknown to us in real life.

I told it very interestingly. Yes?

Now you have to say Masha, delete my phone number

and never call me again.

Well no. I understand you very well.

Sometimes I go out of sleep for so long.

I dreamed about something so powerful.

Which I have not experienced in real life.

And this is very confusing.

Because you wake up, having already lived something in a dream,

and there you perceive everything as the truth.

But in real life

you do not find similarities to this lived.

And it is so confusing.

You're a bore.

You bastard, Masha.

I won't have anyone at home today.

Income.

Come on, I'll call.

Income.

I would be glad.

I'll call.

Anya!