All language subtitles for buoi toi o Gagry (A winter evening in Gagry).1985.DVD9

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Scene one, take one.

WINTER EVENING IN GAGRY

Starring

Beglov -
Yevgeny YEVSTIGNEYEV

Young Beglov -
Arkady NASYROV

Arkady Grachyov -
Alexander PANKRATOV-CHYORNY

Melnikova -
Natalya GUNDAREVA

Choreographer ~ Sergey NIKONENKO
Administrator ~ Pyotr SHCHERBAKOV

Beglov's Daughter -
Svetlana AMANOVA, Anya IVANOVA

With

Georgy BURKOV
Alexander SHIRVINDT

Moscow Chamber Ballet,
Soloists L. SABITOVA, A. KLOKOV

Tap Dancers
Ye. ZERNOV, V. KIRSANOV

I. FEDOTKIN
O. FEDOTKIN, V. IVANOV

What is a variety show?

Some say
it's entertainment.

Others say that
Variety should educate.

Still others think nothing of it.

And for me, Variety
is my life.

And the last banal question:
What are your new plans?

The program
we're working on now

is about variety shows.

About our life.

It is called 'IBM'
(Electronic Calculating Machine).

- Sorry, I don't get you.
- That's what I thought.

Really, what can IBM and Variety
have in common?

IBM is an image of the tendencies
we come across every day,

such as machines
programming, standardization.

So we decided to knock
IBM and Variety together

and see what
the result will be.

Good luck! Thank you.

No smoking here!
Not allowed.

- Hi, Lyosha.
- Hi.

You watched TV yesterday?

No.

The 'Man and the Law' show was
about a director of a big store.

They nabbed him with diamonds and
gold worth a hundred thousand.

That should get him 10 years in
prison, for sure.

Or maybe even 15.

I just can't get over it.
How impudent can a fellow get?

You bet.

Kozlov, that's no way to do
a battement!

You're wooden.
It's a battement, you see?

Come on,
do a real battement.

- Hello. Have you had a class?
- Yes, sir.

Hello.

Hello.

Let's do the whole thing once again.

Repeat the first part.
Chaos and the birth of IBM.

Let's have music.

Music on!

If you need me, I'm out for a smoke.

Yes, Lyosha, only don't leave.

Wait.

I need cigarettes.

- Here.
- Thanks.

- Hi, Fyodor.
- Hi.

What drinks do you have?

Pepsi, Fanta, mineral water, beer.

Make it mineral water,
or maybe Fanta?

How old is the beer?

What difference does it make to you?
How many, one or two?

One.

- Did you watch TV last night?
- No.

You should have. It was
'Man and the Law' program.

About how they caught a barman.

With gold and diamonds
worth a hundred thousand rubles.

And?

What d'you mean, and? He got
20 years, with everything confiscated.

Why do you have to pester me?

Whoever told you to come here?

Why is he after me?!

I had two heart attacks! I'm forever
in the Intensive Care Unit!

I keep awake till 4 a.m., thinking
and thinking, and he works me up!

Why is he doing that?

Are you Beglov?

Yes.

I'm Arkady Grachyov.

You see, Alexei Ivanovich,
it's like this.

I made inquiries

and found out that you
were once a tap dancer.

And, except you, no one else
knows that art.

That's right.

Only I know it now.

- Can you teach me tap dancing?
- Where do you dance?

I don't dance, I work in a circus.

What turn do you do?

Well it's no turn

I clean up the cages.

Fetch the trainers sodas.

What do you need the step for?

What step?

That's what tap dance is called.

I want to perform on the stage.
No one does tap dance now.

I can get famous overnight.

I'm afraid I won't be able to help you.

I've never given private lessons.

And I'm very busy now.
A lot of work, you know

It's really far too much.
Doing this, doing that.

You see, Alexei Ivanovich,
I have great abilities.

I can become such a great artist
that no one has seen yet.

I come from Vorkuta,
where one clever man told me:

'Arkady, you're
something special.

You can become such a great artist
as no one has ever been.

You must go on the stage.
Don't waste your talent.'

So I left my home, came to Moscow,
doing all kind of odd jobs.

But I know I have to be an actor.

Time goes on,
but I got a talent.

I can see you're a very good boy.

And possibly you do
possess the abilities.

Yet you should understand
that I'm a very busy man.

I got so much work, it just makes me
crazy.

I have to be everywhere at once,
very important business.

Doing this, doing that.
What can I do?

I will pay you.

I'll pay you 5 rubles per lesson.
It's good money.

Money won't hurt you.

Of course, I do need money.

I've seen a sofa in a second-hand
shop that I want to buy.

A very good sofa, 60 rubles.
They don't make such things now.

With that kind of money you can
buy anything you want.

You like a thing, you have
money, you buy it.

I have everything, but I need a sofa.

Go and buy it! What the heck!

I don't know

I feel at a loss.

You're a funny fellow.
Money's coming into your hands.

It is one of those rare chances,
and you're at a loss. Why?

All right, let's give it a try.

Come today at 5 to the pavilion.
You know where we work?

Look, since we've
already agreed,

you might pay me
some advance?

How much?

Well I don't know.

Five rubles, if it's not too much?

Here you are.

See you at 5.

Dear friends, it is my honor to
present to you our charming star,

Irina Melnikova!

I'm sure you'll agree with me

that Irina'll bring new luster
to our program.

We must thank Irina
for having accepted

our invitation
to appear in our program.

Show me your walk.

Enough.

Now do this:
toe and heel, heel and toe.

Try it.

The beat!
The beat is the main thing.

Like a drummer, but instead
of sticks, use your feet.

Once again.

And your toe?
Pick up your toe, my boy.

I can't.
My leg was broken in two places.

Oh, I see.

- What?
- Nothing.

But I do have a good ear.

For a tap dancer, the main thing is
the feeling for rhythm. Let's test it.

Repeat it.

It was too fast.
Should do it like this.

Nothing wrong with your head?

No. Why?

Only a nut would want
to learn the step

with such a sense of rhythm, broken
bones and a walk like this.

I'm paying you for teaching me.
So, you teach.

How can I teach a man like you?

You think I can't make it at all?

I could make even
a baboon dance.

- You can? So do it.
- You can go to hell

I won't teach you.

- You won't?
- I won't.

Return the five rubles, then.

- What five rubles?
- The advance.

Here. The rest 4 I'll pay later.

- Give me all five right now.
- I don't have them now.

Then teach me!
What were you saying?

Heel-toe, toe-heel.
Is it so?

Damn you!
You'll go places.

Okay, no nonsense. Teach.

No hip waggling.
No hip waggling. Idiot.

Misha, my coat, please.

Next time I'll throw your coat
in the trashcan.

All right, all right.

You people hang about here all day,
and I wait like a prisoner.

You could've worked on a thesis here,
you'd be a scholar now.

In America, a prisoner,
who spent his time writing,

won a Nobel Prize.

- My salary is enough for me.
- I didn't mean that.

What? Tired?

Why do you torment yourself in vain?
It's quite useless.

- It's none of your concern.
- You're right, it isn't.

You know why it's useless?
You don't have it.

Pacing, rhythm, feet,
all that is rubbish.

What you need in tap dance is
the spirit.

When you know that you can do
tap dance, and that's it.

As though you can't
live without it.

You should feel as though you must
tap-dance now, or perish!

That's how it should feel!
It is even terrifying.

You don't understand?

For example, you suddenly
feel an urge to do something.

Well, I don't know.
Whatever you wish to shout.

Here you sit, all alone.
And you feel like shouting.

Come on, shout! Now!

It's because you're empty like a drum.

I have a daughter.

She was only 3 years old,
but she had the spirit.

And she did the step like nobody.

I wanted to do a number with her
and show it on the stage.

She was such a clever kid.

When she saw I was angry,
she did the step.

She knew my weakness.

And did you do the number?

No.
My wife and I got divorced.

She took my daughter.

She's a bright young lady now!

Studies in a college, being
trained to be a diplomat.

And my ex happens to be a People's
Artist of the USSR, by the way.

An opera singer.
Soboleva. Know her?

No, I don't.

So you mean
she walked out on you?

You stupid.
Irreconcilable differences.

With a People's Artist
of the Soviet Union?

- Believe it or not.
- I believe it.

All right, I got to go.
See you Wednesday.

He believes it!

- He's excellent!
- Yes.

Who's he?

That's Lyosha Beglov.

He was a craze in his time,
around the '50s.

A wonderful dancer.
Let's devise a program on him.

We'll play this video
and invite Beglov.

It can't be done, he died.

When?

About 10 years ago, I had just
come back from Holland.

It was my first trip to Holland.

My wife said I'd been
called to go to his funeral.

He was a fine fellow.
I knew him well.

He would've been quite young then?

Let me see, I'm now Yes, about 40.

Forty?

Yes, forty. So sad, famous fellow,
casual relationships, heart attack.

And the man is no more.

We might play the video
and you tell his story.

Interesting idea.

Friends, how about making it

a regular monthly item,
'Forgotten Names'?

And begin with Lyosha Beglov.

Great idea.

Yes, he certainly deserves it.

Good work.

Now they do it cheaply.

Just chipboard, some glue, and they
call it 'sofa'.

Nobody puts in real work.

Sergey, don't you sell it to
anybody, this sofa.

- Who would want it?
- Don't say that.

Just put it away,
hide it in some corner.

One day I'll buy it and I'm going
to tip you, as I told you.

Listen, Beglov, you'd better not
potter around the shop.

Come on, Sergey,
I'm just looking around.

I'll go home now. Bye.

I'm leaving going straight home.
That's it. Goodbye.

Your good luck seems so tangible and
real,

But suddenly it proves but ephemeral.

It proves but ephemeral.

It rushes away in a cloud of glitter
and dust,

And we just stay behind, the outcasts.

Just stay behind, the outcasts.

Good fortune, good fortune, you make
us much richer,

But if fate would rather decide to
ditch it,

We'll kiss you goodbye and sing
nevertheless,

There's time for a flop and time for
a success.

We're dancing out of sync.

Perhaps with luck it can be no other
way,

Now it's in your hands, now it slips
away.

Now it slips away.

The sudden good fortune, it goes to
our head,

And in feverish heat we lose all that
we had.

We lose all that we had.

What happened?

I don't like that hat.

Hello, Lyosha, hello.

Do you call them hats?

You really think you can make me
wear one of these?

You do all night I don't know what
and bring me this trash in the morning?

I'm Irina Melnikova, not some
Tyutkina.

I'm not going on the stage dressed
like a scarecrow because of you!

Get out!
Get lost, I say!

Shut up.

What?
Who are you talking to?

You.

- Me?
- Yes, you.

Who is he?

He's our dance coach,
Irina Pavlovna.

Ah, a dance coach.

Then you'd better decide whom you
need more, the dance coach or me.

Now look here, Alexei Ivanovich.

I'm sorry, but I must
ask you to resign.

Make it on personal grounds.

You shouldn't have.
Irina Pavlovna always shouts,

but makes it up later
by showering gifts.

- Alexei Ivanovich.
- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.
- All the best.

Alexei Ivanovich.

Hello.
Here I am for my lesson.

What lesson?
My boss just kicked me out.

Kicked you out? What for?

You know Melnikova?
Our program's star?

She shouted at the costume girl.
I told her to keep quiet, and was fired.

- Who made you do that silly thing?
- No one.

No use crying over spilt milk.
You'll find another job.

Thank God, it's not a capitalist
system we're living in.

Of course I'll find a job.

But all my life I've worked in variety.
What else can I do?

- Apologize to the big star.
- No.

All right, shall I fix it for you?

How'll you fix it?

Where does she live?

I don't know.

- Who do you want?
- Irina Melnikova.

I shall ask her.

Name please?

Celentano.

Irina Pavlovna,
there's a Celentano to see you.

- Who?
- Celentano.

- What Celentano?
- Adriano.

Adriano.

Irina, we love you!

Alexei Ivanovich!

Alexei Ivanovich, come on up!

Come in.

Come in.

Wipe your feet.

Give me your coat.
Everything's all right.

Actually, she's a nice dame.
She called Fomenko

and gave him a bit of her mind
about his arbitrary decision.

When she learnt you were a tap dancer,
she was delighted.

- She wants you to turn out something.
- Turn out what?

Dance. She's got company,
very decent people.

This is Alexei Ivanovich Beglov.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Hello. Celentano told us how
beautifully you do the step.

Yes, you'll see now.

Come on in.

Pianist ~ Adriano Celentano!

Your choice, Alexei Ivanovich?

Do you care for a drink?

I don't drink.
I had a heart attack.

- What's wrong?
- Nothing.

Why did you leave?
What happened?

Nothing happened.

- Something you didn't like?
- I liked everything.

No, something put you off.

Nothing put me off.

Only I'm not a performing monkey.

You mean I'm a monkey?

You're a monkey.

And who are you?!

Putting on airs.

- Why did he leave?
- Well, forget him

It's just outrageous!

Where's the dancer, Celentano?

He's gone.

Then you dance.

What's so funny?

Let's have it. Dance.

Stop that, Igor.

Stop what?
Why's he here, then?

I'm here
because I'm your friend.

Oleg is the designer
who dresses you.

Mila is his girl.

And Chika no one knows him,
yet he's always around.

He is just taken for granted.
But who is he?

Why are you
so difficult today?

I just want to know who he is
and what he's doing here?

Or maybe he's a candidate for your

Stop it now!

Yet, who are you?

He's Celentano.

What's your name, by the way?

Adriano.

Ready, everybody?

Ready, everybody?

Start.

Stop!
That was very nice.

That'll be all for today.
Thanks, everybody.

- What time tomorrow?
- Like today.

Let's begin.

You been drinking?

Beglov, you must teach me tap dancing.

I can't teach you when you're drunk.

Teach me, I beg you.

I'm no monkey!

Get up, you drunkard!

You just wait!

How did I get here?

A stork brought you.

What a pig you are! Seeking solace
in drink. Shame on you!

No sermons please. My head is
bursting.

So you do have a head!

Listen, who needs to learn
the step? You or I?

I know the tricks of the trade,
thank God.

And what kind of
philosophy is that?

Is this the normal attitude to work
of today's young folk?

I, for example remember
myself at your age.

I worked day and night.

A job in the day and doing the step
at night like crazy. Hence the result.

Young men today
prefer it the easy way.

Work less
and get more.

Besides, he began to drink.
That's a real disaster.

Remember:

art and drink
are completely incompatible.

What's the matter with you?
Are you addressing a meeting?

I still don't understand.

Tell me, are you really like that
or just putting it on?

- Like what?
- Like that, indifferent.

Listen, lay off.
I feel sick and tired as it is.

And why are you so tired?

Have you been working on the Dnieper
Electric Station?

Or dug the Karakum Canal?

Or built the Moscow University?

Just look at this tired man!
He didn't lift a finger.

Oh, but he's tired.

That's why they make you run errands
for them, your employers,

and you keep running,
and will do it all your life.

Go to hell

Just look at him.

He doesn't like it.

We move on to present our new program,

starting this week.

It's called 'Forgotten Names',
bringing to you

great artists of the past.

My God! It's me.

Dear friends, you've just seen a rare
video

showing
the wonderful art

of a great tap dancer,

Alexei Ivanovich Beglov.

The TV viewers belonging
to the older generation

will surely remember
this legendary artist,

who was the idol, I would say,
of the fifties.

Unfortunately,

Alexei Ivanovich
left this world

in the prime of his life.

And with that this great art

of tap dancing
came to a sudden end

What? What d'you mean left this
world?

What are you saying?!

And now our next
item, 'Popular Names'.

Play the video, please.

Hey, wait!

We all are dreaming to see wonder,

But there's no more wondrous thing

Than our earth that spreads heavens
under,

Where I live in an old house wing

Hello?

Hello.

Good evening.
May I speak to Tatiana Sergeyevna?

She's in the theatre.
Who's calling?

Her former husband, Beglov.

Good evening, Alexei Ivanovich.
I'm her husband. Any message for her?

No.

Just now the television showed
a program on me.

- Really?
- Yes. They announced that I'm dead.

Really?
On what channel?

- On first.
- So they'll repeat it tomorrow.

We'll definitely watch it.

No, don't.

You see, I'm alive.

I understand.
What shall we do?

Don't do anything. I just want you
to know that I'm safe and sound.

Okay, I'll tell her that.

- Arkady, did you watch the TV?
- No.

They just announced
that I'm dead.

Are you a member of the Government
to announce your death?

I swear they announced I'm dead.
Can you imagine?

It's not impossible.

- What d'you mean?
- Just that.

You worked on Dnieper Station, dug
the Karakum and built the university.

That's enough to kill a man.
What's so strange?

No jokes, please.
What shall I do now?

Set up a memorial.
A stele of pink tuff. How about it?

I swear. You just left,

and they ran this program, 'Forgotten
Names'.

They showed me and said that,
unfortunately, I was no longer alive.

Maybe you've gone crazy
because of your megalomania?

What mania?
What shall I do?

I want to see all those who presented
the last 'Musical Panorama'.

A scandalous incident.
It has never happened before.

We'll take most strict action.
I'm sure it'll never happen again.

What about him?

- What about him?
- What d'you mean, what?

You pronounced the man dead,
and he's alive.

Comrade Beglov, please accept
our most sincere apologies.

In our next program we'll say
there was a misunderstanding,

that Comrade Beglov is alive and well.

I'm sure it'll make everybody happy.

Alexei Ivanovich,
you'll live a long life.

There's a belief that anyone buried
before his time is sure to live long.

Thank you.

- Which way now, Arkady?
- Homeward.

Let's go and celebrate
my rebirth.

You're like a chameleon, aren't you?

First you brand me a drunkard,
now you invite me for a drink.

Hello?

- Hello, Lena.
- Who's this? Oh, hi, Dad.

- How's life?
- Normal.

Remember we did tap dancing together?

Of course I remember.

Let's meet and do it again?

- Are you crazy, Dad?
- Why?

I've my exam tomorrow.

Well, sorry.
How's your mom? Is she home?

They're at the dacha.

Have you been watching
television lately?

No. Why?

Nothing special. Only you must
know I'm alive and well.

That's good, Dad.

- Yes well, bye.
- Bye.

Kolya! The Sphinx!
To the right! Move it.

Valera, what kind of capers are these?

How long must I go on?

As long as is necessary.

Once again from the beginning.
Take your places.

- Alexei Ivanovich?
- Yes.

What is it they're saying about you?

- What?
- Look, it's Beglov!

Yesterday they said on TV
that you were dead.

We pooled in the money
for a handsome wreath.

It was a mistake. They promised
to announce that I'm alive.

Now that sure is good news.

You'll live long now!

I know, that's what people say.

What shall we do with the money?

Let's buy Alexei Ivanovich a present.

- Okay, now back to work.
- Enough, girls, get to work.

- So, you're quite a celebrity.
- Well, I was.

I liked your number very much.

I thought we could revive it and
include in our program.

What d'you say?

- Who will dance it?
- Who?

We'll find somebody.
Who is a good tap dancer today?

No one.

- Is there really no one?
- No.

Too bad.

What a nice number it'd be.
Retro! Well, then.

All right, let's do it from
the beginning.

Valera, Olga, Ira! This is no
fish market. Calm down, will you?

Come on, guys

Attention! Attention!

Let's work,
if you want to go on tour.

We're not going anywhere.
We're not the Bolshoi Theatre.

You're wrong.

A decision's been taken today
to send our troupe to Rumania.

So, back to work.
Valera! Valera!

Begin from where
you left off, with jumps.

Come on, jump!

- Am I going, too?
- Of course.

How did it go?

Hello, Arkady.

Hi.

Can you spare a minute?

- Hi, Arkady!
- Hi!

- It's an important matter.
- What is it?

Our choreographer wants to revive
my number 'Gaucho, the tap dancer'.

I'd like you to do it.

Didn't you want to be a tap dancer?

- Yes, but no longer.
- Why not?

Well I gave up on the step.

Why did you decide to give it up?

You just surprise me.

You told me I'll never
make a tap dancer.

I said you had a bad
manner of walking.

Sense of rhythm was lacking. But I
didn't say you couldn't make it.

- And you didn't mention the spirit?
- Yes, I did say that.

Well, I simply don't
have that spirit.

It will come.

- Oh, come on now!
- Are you going to learn?

Leave me alone!

- You must learn the step.
- I won't.

- You will!
- What's that?!

You will!

You're like a small child.

Beglov!

Alexei Ivanovich!

In the broad strips of light and air,

The bee sought some kind of gold,

Visiting flower after flower, for

The nectar they might hold.

And a worm crawling in the grass,

Looked at it, and said 'Alas,

In my wildest dreams I cannot

Fly around like that.'

Yet, in agony, he cried out,

And to the bee he said:

'O lift me from the grass, o bee,

So I can be with thee.'

- Lena?
- Hello, Dad.

- I woke you up, did I?
- No, come in.

It's a nice surprise.

Come on in. One second.

I had come to see you last night.

Yes, I was out.

You see, I was
tidying up a bit.

- Will you have breakfast with me?
- No, I must go.

What d'you mean 'must go'?
You come so rarely. No.

- You must stay for breakfast.
- Some other time, Dad.

I'm getting married.

Getting married? To whom?

He's a journalist.
You'll meet him soon.

Why get married?

What d'you find so strange about it?
Girls usually do get married.

Oh yes, I just meant

Is he a good man?

How can I tell?
I haven't lived with him yet.

- Do you love the man?
- I like him.

What do you mean?
Do you love him or not?

- I love him.
- Congratulations, then.

When's the wedding?

That's what I wanted
to talk to you about.

Don't worry, I'll do everything
for my daughter.

It's not that, Dad.

You see, there's one thing,
I don't even know how to say it.

Go on.

Well Don't come
to the marriage ceremony.

Why not?

It'll be so awkward.
Dmitri Vasilyevich and you.

He brought me up, you see.

They'll drink to the parents' health
and he'll be called my father.

Please Dad.

Igor and I will come
to meet you the next day.

We'll go somewhere,
spend the day together.

Dad, you don't mind, do you?

No, no, not at all.

In fact, I won't be able to come
anyway.

Of course, I can't. We're off
to Rumania on a tour.

How could I forget about Rumania?

Then we'll meet
when you come back.

Yes, of course.

Now, may I go?

Yes, certainly.

Bye.

- My love to all.
- Of course.

This machine is the greatest
invention of our time.

You feed into it
just any melody.

You want Tchaikovsky, you have it,
or you may compose your own music.

Then you make up a program.

You want a symphonic work, please
do. You want jazz? Press a button.

It can arrange everything itself
and play it.

Let's take for example
'Moscow Nights'.

And assume you want saxophone.

In the style of jazz.

Well? Or something
from your program.

Say, it is 'rock'.

Smart!
Who invented this monster?

The Japanese. Mitsubishi.

The devils!
That's some invention!

You need no one.
No orchestra, no arrangers.

Only you and the machine.
Pure creativity.

Lyosha, I've been told
to buy you a present.

But I don't know
what you need.

So, keep the money
and buy whatever you want.

Your attention, comrades!
That's all for today.

Please wait a while.
A few minutes, guys!

What is it?
Is it your birthday?

No birthday.
I just want to give you a treat.

It won't take long, just 5 minutes.

It's only apple cider, bubbly.
Make yourselves paper glasses.

Well then, comrades,
here's to Alexei Ivanovich.

Guys.

I'd like to sing for you.
There's an old song.

It may be not to someone's liking,
but I love it.

A great song.

Well will you listen?

Play up to me, guys. Stepan,
remember that song about a bee?

In the broad strips of light and air

Alexei Ivanovich, please not that
cheap piece. Why do it?

It's an excellent piece!
You've played it.

I played it then, it was long ago.

I liked it, too.
A very good song.

In the broad strips of light and air,

The bee sought some kind of gold,

Visiting flower after flower, for

The nectar they might hold.

And a worm crawling in the grass,

Looked at it, and said, 'Alas,

In my wildest dreams I cannot

Fly around like that.'

Yet, in agony, he cried out,

And to the bee he said:

'O lift me from the grass, o bee,

So I can be with thee.'

And the worm's sighing ah and oh

In a pool of tears of his own.

Buzzing over him is the bee,

Ever full of mirth and glee.

When you, my friend, delight me so

With your gaze ingenuous and bright,

The earth and sky begin to glow

In a majestic, colorful light.

The hour of joy, the pain of separation

I'm willing to share with you,
my friend.

Let us shake hands and have no
hesitation

To set on the road for years without
end.

We're so close, no need to mention,

To remind each other, as if it's not
enough,

That our feeling and our friendship

Are more than passion, more than
simply love.

The hour of joy will be ours, rather,

You will come back, and only then

We'll give a promise to each other

To be together and never part again.

Best of luck, Alexei Ivanovich!

Sergey, I'm buying the sofa.

Why are you staring?

They said you were dead.

Nonsense.
I'll buy that sofa.

You see, the sofa's gone.

- What d'you mean, gone?
- Sold.

Sold? Is it some kind of joke?

You promised me.
We have agreed.

They said you have died,
and a customer came along.

So we sold it to him.

What do you need that junk for?
You can have this dressing table.

Look at this beautiful table.
Or this.

This sofa, nineteenth century.

Beglov.

Beglov!

Beglov, are you all right?
What happened? What's wrong?

Wait! Wait a minute!
Beglov, please come back!

In the broad strips of light and air

GAGRY

Dad, look, that's you.

Welcome, Comrade Beglov.
Who's this lovely young lady?

- What's your name?
- Vasya.

What? Vasya? Vasya!
Come in, please.

Lena, will you come with me
to the concert, or stay here?

Dad, may I dance today
as a partner with you?

Dad, you said yourself
that I dance very well.

Please, Dad.

- Hello.
- Hello.

Hello, Vladimir Karlovich.

- Hi.
- Oh, it's you.

- How do you feel?
- Normal.

I came to say goodbye.
I'm leaving tonight.

- Going home?
- Yes, home, to Vorkuta.

I've brought you something
to keep you company.

A TV set.

I don't like television.

Thanks, all the same.
I prefer to read a book.

You can watch soccer games,

films, 'Movie Panorama'.

So the ability to stay for a long
time under water

depends on the volume of blood flow?

That's quite right.

This fact was discovered by Bern.

A duck is able to store twice
as much oxygen as a chicken.

Very interesting.

Unfortunately, the time of our
program is running short.

We'll see you again,
dear friends.

You must see now what's coming.

MUSICAL PANORAMA

I'm especially happy today to
present to you our program.

I think you'll understand why.

In our last program 'Forgotten
Names' we featured

a wonderful tap dancer of
the '50s, Alexei Beglov.

Heaps of letters have come

saying you all remember
and love Beglov.

You'll be happy to know, friends,
that Alexei Ivanovich is alive

and in excellent health.

And now he's busy passing on his art
to up and coming artists of today.

In our next program
we'll meet Alexei Ivanovich

and talk with him,
as they say, live.

And now please watch a filmstrip

shot 25 years ago.

A number by Alexei Beglov.

I must say, Alexei Ivanovich,

you danced top class.

Yes, I was a top-class tap dancer.

You know, I've lived
a pretty satisfying life.

I loved dancing,
and I danced.

There were many people
whom I loved.

My fans loved me.
I had name, fame, money.

Yet I now remember
one night.

Only one night
in my life.

It happened many years ago,
in winter, in Gagry.

The stage was very small.

Season ending,
the audience was very thin.

I danced with my little girl.

She made me make her
my dancing partner.

Never in my life
did I dance so well.

Never in my life.

And you know

If only I could bring back
that wonderful evening

I'd be willing to give everything

every last minute of my life.

Screenplay by

Alexander BORODYANSKY
Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

Directed by
Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

Director of Photography
Vladimir SHEVTSIK

Production Designer
Valery FILIPPOV

Music by
Anatoly KROLL