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MOSFILM Studios

Attention!

Silence, the phonogram!

Be ready!

THE SPRING

Film Comedy

Written by. G. Alexandrov, A. Raskin, M. Slobodskoi

Directed by G. Alexandrov Photography by Yu. Ekelchik

Lyrics - V. Lebedev-Kumach, M. Volpin Text to the march by Sergei Mikhalkov

Nikitina, Shatrova - L. ORLOVA Gromov - N. CHERKASOV

Mukhin - N. KONOVALOV Roschin - M. SIDORKIN

Melnikov - V. ZAICHIKOV Bubentsov - V. PLYATT

Margaret - F. RANEVSKAYA The make-up woman - R. ZELENAYA

Operetta Director - V. PETKER

The beginning

Listen, my comrade,

Listen, my friend:

Love and protect

Your dear homeland.

The great Soviet people,

One and all,

For the sake of freedom,

Be it storm or hard times,

Pursue their ideal,

Their ideal goal.

Lady!

Where is the dogs ground, please?

I'm not from Moscow.

Sorry.

Excuse me, what time is it now?

12 hours 45 minutes Moscow time.

45 hours 12 minutes...

I found her!

- What is she? - I don't know yet.

They keep pursuing us, Arinushka!

What do they want?

I guess, they liked one of us.

- Nonsense. - Not at all.

Easy - they are pulling down.

I'll go and find out, Arkady.

Good afternoon.

- Guests - through that gate. - Thank you.

Academy of Sciences The Solar Institute

Leonid, where are you going? It's her herself!

- Don't. - Don't what?

Don't everything!

Raise them up!

- Look... - Turn around.

I'll see into this.

The sunlight reaches the Earth,

and it is only its one billionth fraction

that the humankind needs

for energy purposes.

And this energy we shall make to serve Man.

This is our solar traps.

- So, you are a film director? - Assistant director.

Guards! Any other trespassers?

Okay.

Turn towards the light.

- Your name? - Mukhin.

Correct.

- So you work in cinematography? - Yes.

My name is Vladimir Bubentsov.

Ivan Kuzmich, be ready.

Fifty...

Stop, stop!

Let's have a break. Everyone is dismissed.

I can't understand,

why you are interested in Nikitina of all people?

- She is a famous scientist! - Worse than ordinary.

The whole world watches how she catches the sun.

- We all catch smth in this life. - It's different!

No, it is not. Everyone can catch the sun.

And if you can't, you'll come to no harm.

But preparing these sun-catching phials

is a real sweat!

- A job of unknown heroes! - We can shoot you, too.

- Shoot me? For what? - I mean, film you.

Oh, there is no need to.

But I can provide you with all kind scientific props.

- For example? - Let me show you.

We can make you a scientific consultant in our film.

- Will it be much work? - Just get phials and so on.

That would do. A do-nothing work is just what I need.

It's a deal then. Let's go.

Come in.

- As I promised. - What is this?

A top-secret gadget.

I would like to have it in our film.

Okay. And there is smth else...

What's going on?

- Oh, my God. - One mo...

Why did you let in strangers here?

- I'm not a stranger. - You'll be reprimanded.

I'm an assistant to a film director!

- The worse it is for him. - Exactly.

Because a most funny mistake took place.

We are making a film about a woman scientist like you,

we were looking for someone like you -

and hence - this funny mistake.

Please accept our apology.

Apology accepted. Have you finished?

Aren't you interested in our film at all?

- Nothing will come of it. - Why?

Because there is nothing funny in my job.

It's just a serious job.

We're doing a serious job, too.

Oh, it's not facts you're after, but effects,

stunts, jokes, and tales.

- Oh, tales? - Yes, tales.

But tales possess strong power,

they make people cry and laugh,

they make our life beautiful.

- I'm not a fan of cinematography. - Very good.

What are you smiling?

During my work

I tried to picture your character,

and everything jibed.

- All the best. - Good bye.

- Did you like her? - She is horrible!

She is wonderful! The way she should be.

Look for a type of actress like her.

We need our heroine to be exactly like Nikitina!

"Wanted: an actress looking like this portrait"

Vera! You are late.

I was kept at the theatre. Oh, I'm so nervous.

I know nothing about cinematography.

And my number rather belongs in a variety show.

It's exactly what they need.

- Oh, I'm so nervous! - Just keep in mind how we performed.

Concentrate.

Let's go!

Arkady!

I brought a musical number, as I promised.

Oh, you and your musical numbers!

Have you found an actress resembling Nikitina?

You want me to find her double? Doubles don't exist.

Don't exist? And what is this?

Masha, Zina, come here.

- So, try harder. - You look, you find.

Vera!

Meet actress Shatrova, I told you about her.

- What can you do? - Satirical songs, tap dancing.

Let's see.

Tatiana! Please give them a hand.

We'll need this grand piano, please.

Arkady, we are pressed for time.

Uncle Lenya, you may begin.

Gloomy man, he walked along the street

With a black briefcase of patent leather

Birds were singing something very sweet

It was April, and the finest weather

Birds were singing, all the bores to move.

But the spring that man did not approve

In his mind April was something wrong,

For the businessmen don't need no song

For him April meant nothing good

And the bright sun spoiled his mood

Even the melting snow he put to blame

But - all the same

The snow will melt!

The spring is felt!

Oh, what a happy symphony!

Every tree stump

Wants to grow up

And to become a real tree!

Come here.

Don't you think she looks like Nikitina?

Maybe you're right.

You see how he sees?

She's the spitting image of Nikitina!

Great, isnt't it?

Yes, but it won't do.

- But why? - Won't do.

But you said yourself she looks like Nikitina.

She will need complete transformation.

Can she play serious roles?

Yes, she is not an operetta actress, but a drama one.

Maybe...

You look like that lady scientist.

You've a chance to play that role!

The Sun weighs

two octillion tons...

- Three octillion... - Stop.

Look, you are playing a scientist,

someone living in the world of formulas,

a hermit kind of,

living in isolation,

ignoring all earthly joys.

I see, thank you.

Okay, let's make a phototest.

Please, make a serious expression!

You're playing a lady scientist.

Good.

Attention!

Don't move!

Something is wrong.

Let's try once more.

That consultant Bubentsov is here.

Bring him here.

I don't like that mild expression of your face.

A scientist should look more serious.

- I see. - Put on spectacles.

That's better. And - a briefcase.

Make a stern impression. Look here.

And even more stern.

Good.

Let's do it!

And here is the glass paraphernalia.

Be careful!

Irina... I'll immediately take all of this back to the academy.

She's not Nikitina. She's the actress Shatrova.

An actress?

Fantastic!

Well, if our consultant thinks so,

let's do it. Vera!..

- Good for you, Vera. - Where does Vera come in?

Attention!

Look stern! Shoot it!

Let's proceed from this image.

"Photo test accepted"

He wrote "accepted",

but I categorically write,

"denied"!

- But you are the director! - So what I am!

I've been doing next to nothing in theatre!

We all have been doing next to nothing -

but tomorrow you may be appointed

to a greatest role.

- This is ridiculous! - But, Akaky...

Shatrova - to the stage! Sorry.

Do you really think she has a talent?

- Who? - That Shatrova.

Yes. Why?

Let us try to be logical.

She wants to star in a film because she can't star here.

- Yes, but... - Wait...

Uncle Lenya!

Well?

- You should come to the studio. - But I can't.

If I let her go,

her star may start shining.

- That would be great. - But not for me.

What do I do then?

I should give her a leading role at the theatre.

- Your last name? - Ovechkin.

Thanks. That's what I will do.

You will only have to sit listening.

You haven't been approved yet.

But the stage director said "no".

Shatrova - to the director.

I won't be at tomorrow's rehearsal.

Shatrova, come here. Your last name?

- Shatrova. - Good.

And you really know the role of the Ice Bride?

- Yes. - Wait a minute!

- But I can't. - Then go to the trade union boss.

- And you know the dancing part? - Yes.

- And you showed it? - Yes, they liked it.

- What? - They liked it.

Tomorrow you'll be rehearsing the main role.

- Aren't you happy? - Sorry, I'm happy.

Very good.

Hey, wait, are you crazy?

Oh, how quiet...

The night alighted on the earth.

I'm absolutely at a loss!

Vera, calm down!

I must be at the rehearsal tomorrow.

You should choose between theatre and cinematography.

There is no way out.

But there is a way out...

But this is crazy!

- But you should try. - Okay.

Is this Miss Nikitina's apartment?

Yes, professor Nikitina's apartment.

No, she doesn't come home so early.

Group two - to the stage.

Please, will you talk for me.

Hello?

She will be home tomorrow?

We'll come and see her.

Nikitina will be home tomorrow.

Oh, I'm so nervous!

It'll be all right.

Arinushka, and here is your breakfast.

For dinner you will have a coleslaw.

Vegetables are good for your tonus.

Very good.

Arinushka,

I have a business question for you.

Have you ever been dying

from love passion?

No.

Oh, love is such a sweet dream.

Oh, what a cute thing!

What is this?

I think, it's a hat.

Where did you get it?

They sent it to me from the Fashion House.

Oh, how lovely. May I try it on?

Please do.

Oh! Beauty

is a strong thing!

May I wear it? I'll be back soon.

I must go to the market and then - to the housing office.

Arinushka, I will take "The Idiot",

lest I feel bored in the trolley-bus.

It's here.

Should someone come, you will have to answer the door.

"The Idiot"

Oh, my darling...

- You mean, it's her? - Oh, no.

- I'm scared. - Don't be. And press your point.

How can I help you?

- How do you do, Miss Nikitina. - Who are you?

I'm Shatrova, I'm an actress, and I need to talk to you.

I'm very busy at the moment.

I know. Please.

Who sent you?

I'm an actress. And I play you in a film.

- You? - Yes.

Well, come in.

Do come in.

Sit down.

I'm all ears.

If you could only cover up for me at the studio, for an hour.

- You must be crazy! - Not at all.

You will only have to sit there listening to the script.

- The script? - Yes, a script about you.

I won't suffer anyone turn me into God knows what.

No, you are absolutely wrong.

It will be an interesting film

about your life and your work.

The less they know about my work - the better.

I can imagine what they wrote there.

You think I won't be able to play this role?

But I will do my best!

I already began to feel the character...

Look...

The Sun weighs three octillion tons,

it shines with the intensity of two octillion candles.

Well?

And this is how your director pictures me?

Yes, because, you know,

a scientist is like a hermit,

remaining aloof to all routine humdrum.

First of all, it's exaggeration,

and, secondly, he is absolutely wrong!

They turned me into some walking mechanism.

I dreamt so much to play this role.

I'm sorry.

Good bye.

Wait!

So, you said, a scientist is a hermit?

That's what the director said.

Give me your coat.

I should look into this matter.

So, you are coming?

Our car is over there.

- What happened? - Who knows.

We're being late.

Get down. Let's go.

One moment.

I'd better take the trolley bus.

Okay.

Thank you very much!

So, she refused? As cold as a fish.

Someone remembers you.

Where shall I take ye?

Please, mind your tone.

Gogol was about good things in life.

- Yes, but Belinsky... - To the movie set!

Arrange your make-up.

- He looks like one! - And you look too much

- like Nikitina today, too. - Oh, really?

Good afternoon, Vera.

You remember our yesterday's conversation?

- "A scientist is a hermit"? - Exactly.

- You don't agree with me? - Yes, I don't.

- In my opinion... - But we agreed, didn't we.

What's going on with you?

She entered into her role and changed beyond recognition.

Let's make another photo test.

Make her ready, I'll be on the set.

- It won't take much time. - I'm going home, now!

Show me the way out!

- Irina! - Show me the way out!

Vera... Irina!

I'm almost through.

I know scientists inside out.

- What is that? - It's our consultant Bubentsov.

They have everything on a silver plate,

all apparatuses and gadgets.

- What about discoveries? - What about them?

Without me they can't discover anything!

- Any questions? - Who are you?

I'm a scientific consultant.

Well, and they work like this.

It's simple. I know all their secrets.

You sit down, you think

and you make a discovery.

The most important thing is to think,

and - it's a cinch!

Pythagorean jungle is the sides of triangle.

Ah, Vera dear.

Have a smoke break, fellows.

Did you hear my words of briefing?

If you have any scientific questions, ask me.

- What are you doing here? - Hey, hey,

don't try to scare me. But you are very much like Nikitina today.

Only I'm not going to buy this joke of yours,

so, enough is enough.

What are you doing on the movie set?

Earning an odd penny, you know.

Easy job is my style.

Mr Bubentsov!

Sorry, people need my consultation.

Where is your director?

Shatrova, excuse me...

Will this dress do?

- I think it's nice. - Good.

We should put an end to this masquerade.

They obviously mistook me for Shatrova.

Maybe you should stay?

They think you are Vera,

and you have a chance to look into the matter.

Maybe you are right.

Maybe I should look into this matter.

- It's a good chance. - Oh, you are a holy woman!

- What should I do? - Make-up, dress-up, filming.

Very well then.

It's none of her business, you know,

whether I go in for sport or not.

- Is the actor Fenin ready? - Yes.

- My one moustache is a bit longer. - So what.

Her business is to provide me with plimsolls,

and the rest is none of her business,

I can even sleep in these plimsolls, so what.

Your face is awful today.

Let's get rid of this detail.

You are not like yourself at all today.

- Oh, really? - She doesn't look like Nikitina.

- Indeed! - You look too grotesque,

too much of that Miss Dried Shark.

- What? - That's how they call her.

- Indeed! - Stop it.

- I'm the consultant here. - Be careful with talents.

They don't wear such lips nowadays.

Let's look for another ones.

...And, imagine, they want me to step away for a holiday,

as if I can have a holiday with such nerves.

No, these won't do.

Let's take these ones.

Medium type,

sex appeal number 4.

And the nose - the shape is absolutely wrong.

No, I don't think so.

Tampon!

- Another tampon. - Enough.

I look like Nikitina without your tampons!

Wishful thinking, my dear.

Look at your face.

So tasteless.

Now we gonna turn you into a real Nikitina.

Do as you wish...

- Excuse me. - Enough, Shura.

I've been building her talent for 6 years!

What's her name?

- Shavrova. - It's Shatrova.

Nevermind.

She's my protege!

Wonderful!

Let me kiss your hand.

What's your last name?

- Shatrova. - Well done, Shatrova.

Bravo.

- What do you want me to do? - Vera,

you should believe that you are a real scientist.

- Can you do this? - I think I can.

You remain aloof to everything else in the world,

except these formulas of yours.

I think, you have a wrong picture

about scientists.

- They are not like this. - Oh, come on.

I know what Nikitina is like. We'll proceed like we did yesterday.

Bring over a table and a book.

No, better take the script.

Open it and read it.

Remember? - "She reads something and reacts with indignation."

- Go ahead. - Arkady, here.

Shatrova, why are you just sitting here?

- I'm reading. - You're making a discovery, see?

Nibbling a pencil is a cliche,

also Nikitina is not a pencil-nibbler.

But she is. Such is her habit.

Honey, habits doesn't matter.

It's a bad example.

People will begin nibbling at their pens, pencils, etc.

We need a Nikitina caring for her pencil,

- her tool. - Be quiet.

Shatrova, your polemistic mood

will bring you to nothing.

It's polemic, not polemistic.

I refuse to work with this lady.

She has no idea about scientific discipline.

She absolutitively can't play a scientist.

It's absolutely, not absolutitively.

Stop compromising me -

I can't work in such atmosphere.

- Then go away. - I'm taking away the props.

- Go ahead. - Great!

Excuse me, where is the trade union's room?

I'll go and complain to the trade union.

Please, I want this type

never to appear here again.

Nonsense!

This is ridiculous!

Very good. Try to be more emphatic!

- Nonsense! - Very good.

Let's begin then.

Silence - we are in the process

- What is she doing? - She knows.

The light!...

Silence!

Let's begin.

What? What are you doing?

Turn off these lights!

- Turn them off! - What's wrong?

This script is wrong!

You know nothing about the world of scientists!

- She is crazy. - Oh, yes.

The Soviet scientist works in the very midst of life -

this is what is important!

She wants to tame the Sun to make people's life better!

She cares for the formulas, but for the human happiness, too.

She is but a human creature, like anyone else,

and she is not some hermit, as you think,

or some book worm.

This script lacks human soul,

and your soul, too.

This is what I wanted to tell you.

Though, it's your film, and your problem.

Now he will throw her our.

Vera, what's wrong?

- I feel unwell. - Let's make a break!

You really feel unwell?

Have some rest then. Show her to her room.

- She belongs in operetta. - No, no.

She is a very interesting person!

Where is Shatrova?

The rehearsal is over. She must be at your home now.

- I'll go and bring her. - What about me?

- Go on feeling unwell. - But how?

Pretend having a headache. Oh, you're such a wonderful person.

Stay here. And I'll bring Vera in 40 minutes.

Please, put me through to professor Melnikov.

- Hello? - Aunt Pasha,

it's Irina speaking.

Please tell the professor I can't come today.

Sir, Irina Petrovna called.

- Oh, yes, I couldn't reach her. - She isn't coming.

- But why? - I don't know.

Here I am. Good evening.

- You're late, Mr Reporter. - It's all because of jams.

- Victor, you came in your car? - Yes.

My dear sir, please bring Irina Nikitina here.

You mean, she didn't come yet?

- No. - Because I need her, too,

for an interview about solar experiments.

- Do you know her address? - No.

- But you saw her at my place? - Oh, yes, I did.

No matter what she says, grab her and bring her here.

Professor I. Nikitina.

The Sun weighs

two octillion tons,

yes, two octillion tons...

It shines with the intensity of 3 octillion candles.

Hi.

Good afternoon.

- The professor is waiting for you. - I can't, I'm busy.

Maybe some next time.

- Everyone is waiting. - Everyone?

We met two years ago, do you remember me?

When you wait, time flees so quickly.

- Excuse me. It's you? - Yes. I was joking.

Good bye.

Wait. The professor is waiting for you.

- Also I need to speak to you. - Sorry. I'm busy.

Let's go.

Oh, what a confusion.

You are not a professional, Miss Shatrova,

if you fall ill on the very first day.

An acrobat fall down and hits himself,

but he finishes his number with a smile.

And he feels pain only after the show is over.

You find fault with everything and everybody,

but when it comes to you, you have cold feet...

I can make allowances, but I won't suffer you

put the filming process at danger.

It's just because I am very excited.

Excitement is an engine of work.

I give you five minutes to stop this operetta show of yours.

Because in six minutes, you will be fired.

Wait.

Okay. Only I forgot my role.

Please remind me what we did yesterday.

Good. Now you talk business.

Of course, we'll rehearse everything again.

Milder, milder,

don't be too much of Nikitina.

Let's go.

There we are.

Wait, I forgot to stop the engine.

Uncle Lenya, thank God you are here!

The concert begins in one hour!

Nikitina is very nervous, too.

Damn, what a confusion.

It's all right.

This man came to pick me up. I need to go to the film studio.

- Roschin. - Mukhin.

No, we aren't letting her go.

And you stay, too.

- Oh, my God. I'm scared! - It's all right.

You're lucky to merge with scientific people.

Now you can size up your role against it.

You can play Nikitina,

the way you rehearsed it with Mr Arkady.

- To play? Right now? - Why not?

Go ahead.

- You at last. - Hi.

Only I'll have to go home soon.

Mukhin from the film studio.

- We make a film about scientists. - Glad to meet you.

- There's a phone call for you. - One moment. Sorry. Do come in.

- Where are we? - At the solar institute.

And who is that man?

I'll go and find out.

Go on smiling, don't be so tense.

Good for you. I'll be back in a moment.

I think 8 mln volts will be enough.

Hi, Miss Irina. Don't you remember me at all?

Hi.

Sorry. Have we met before?

- Professor Kozyrev. - Oh, of course! The professor!

I was made professor only yesterday.

And I called you professor only today.

Oh, she's so absent-minded. So, speaking about the voltage...

Uncle Lenya,

- let's go away. - No. It's your chance,

it's a real scientific studio. I'll go and call Nikitina.

Only don't be long.

Irina!

What are you doing here?

Even now you can't forget about work.

I'm sorry.

Let's go outside.

Listen to me an old man as I am:

admire the moon,

take a walk with this young gentleman, and forget about work.

One, two, three... Okay?

Okay.

I understand - it's such a wonderful evening and so on,

but as a reporter I have a question to you.

- No, no comments. - But why?

It's the wrong place for talking business, okay?

Enough is enough.

Where are you running?

What are you afraid of?

- Just answer my one question. - No.

The editorial office wanted me to ask you...

- Sing. - Sing what?

- The spring is felt... - What are you talking about?

Oh, what a happy symphony!

Don't you know this marvelous song?

It's only experiments that you show.

Show the scientist in a home atmosphere,

things they do for entertainment,

even songs they sing.

It's out of the question!

Scientists don't sing songs.

And now - altogeher.

No, no...

No, like this...

No, no...

Very good.

I don't recognize her!

I haven't heard her singing for ages!

Oh, what a charming woman!

- Who asked you to sing? - Why not?

Nikitina doesn't sing. Let's get away from here.

- Will I be in time for the concert? - Yes.

- How longer? - Wait a minute.

- Maybe I should change? - Okay.

In the morning she liked this dress, and now it's the other way round.

Well, well, do as you wish.

Let scientists dance and sing, and be full of hell, as you please.

- What else do you want? - I want...

Oh, you don't know yourself what you want.

Where do I put them? The diplomats?

Bring them here.

Hey, guys!

Come here.

The heroine comes out to meet the diplomats.

Everything should be on the top level.

You'll wear this dress.

- You may go. - What?

Don't worry. A test photo.

Attention. Go ahead.

Attention! Look in the camera.

Thank you.

Take away the fur coat.

I will need you for one minute.

You make have a smoke break,

we'll call for you.

Sir Mukhin! Have you seen Miss Irina?

No, but I...

It's you?

- Right. - What's this?

- I prepared a surprise. - Irina feels unwell.

- Very unwell. - She is going home.

- Yes, I'm going home. - I'll take you home.

His car is out of order. Let's go.

- I'd better walk. - Great, we'd better walk.

Don't worry. Miss Irina will be home soon.

Home? Whose home?

Nikitina's home?

You are in a thwarting mood today.

Okay, let's think...

You think there should be some personal moment?

Yes, otherwise she'll be like a mannequin.

Let's show her love story.

- What? - Yes, Nikitina's love story.

A lady scientist can love and should love.

Let's make a try.

Say: "I love you".

- Right now? - Okay, take a deep breath.

Vera, you don't seem to know about love.

Tatiana, do we have materials about love?

Bring some to us.

"Quotations about love"

"Love is elated poetry,

exultation, things holy and refined"

- Hertzen. - Right.

Or:

"The most beautiful part of life is hidden from those

"as have never loved..."

There - I can feel it coming into your eyes...

Let us intensify it...

Look me in the eye and declare your love.

Attention...

Go ahead.

No, I can't. It's very difficult for me.

Then try to express your feelings without words -

by your look, gestures...

- What is this? - Our time is over for today.

Now it's another film, another crew.

- May I stay? - Of course.

It will be very useful to you.

How sweet and sad your apparition,

Oh, spring, oh spring, season of love:

I feel it now come to fruition,

Run through my veins on your behalf.

Let's come closer.

Overwhelmed with sentiments the same

She fell in love - her season came.

The seed that slumbered in the ground,

Warmed by spring, now gave a sprout.

Oh how she played with imagination

And taxed her romantic mood,

Waiting for love, that fatal food...

Her heart naive, her heart homespun

Waited for him - for anyone!

That moment came, like in a dream,

And she exclaimed:

"It's him... It's him..."

I can't stop thinking about what you said.

You know, Vera,

not so many young artistes

would dare to speak to me the way you did.

And I'm very grateful to you for this.

I was only defending that woman which looks so much like me.

- Good bye. - Good bye. See you tomorrow.

- And what is there? - Another movie set.

- May I have a look? - Of course.

Keep wearing this dress, it's very useful.

Oh, wondrous moment, when I saw you,

A picture that will fade anon,

The fleeting angel, my sweet lady,

The beauty's purest paragon...

Of all humankind

I sing praise to my dear country,

My young republic,

My homeland!

- Oh, how interesting! - Really?

But to Nikitina's mind

- it's all nonsense. - A fairytale!

This Gogol says with this intonation:

"the world would be dull without fairytales".

- Exactly. - The world would be dull...

- What do you think? - What are you arguing about?

We came for an audition. And we had an argument.

- Maybe you'll help us? - Give it to me.

"Fairytales!.."

Centuries passed by,

cities and generations disappeared,

swept away by Time like smoke,

but fairytales go on living, being retold.

Yes, "fairytales"!

The world would be dull without them.

Life would become shallow,

Our souls overgorwn with spiderweb...

"Fairytales..." That's how I would read it.

- Right you are. - Yes...

Thank you, Arkady.

See? It's only at a film studio

that you can see two Gogols at a time, though, unreal ones.

I must go now. Good bye.

Lena, see Miss Vera out.

Haven't you ever seen the Moon?

Of course, I have.

Only I never paid attention.

The day became longer,

Spring begins...

The lilac is in blossom,

Your soul yearns for love.

What are you thinking about?

I think that you subverted my day

- and the image of Nikinita. - But admit that I was right.

Yes, but speaking about Nikitina's personality,

even her colleagues call her "that dried shark".

It's rather a superficial opinion.

Yes, but she despises art.

You, for example, didn't want to leave the studio,

whereas she refused to discuss the idea of the film.

Well, she was wrong in doing so.

My house is almost here. Good bye.

See you tomorrow.

See you tomorrow.

- Good bye. - Good bye.

I wish Nikitina could see all this beauty!

But maybe she's taking a walk right now, too.

Should I meet her right now, taking a walk,

in a company of a gentleman,

I would think that I have gone crazy.

She is staying at home, her curtains tightly drawn.

- Are you so sure? - Yes, because...

No, Miss Irina! I will walk you home!

It's her!

With a gentleman!

Unbelievable!

Vera! Where are you going?

Two!..

One...

None...

Vasily,

we need to clarify our relations.

On Wednesday, in the housing office,

you said you had seen me in your dreams...

So what?

It means, that you like me?

Well, yes.

What do you like most of all in me?

Your apartment.

What?

- What did you say? - Ahem... I said, your eyes.

Understand?

Now I can see!

It's her! Take everything away.

No!..

Bye!

Good evening, Margaret.

- Anyone called? - No.

What's wrong with you?

Nothing is wrong with me.

What's wrong with your hair?

I'm sorry, I did the permanent wave.

And I dyed my hair with red streptocid.

That's awful.

- What's going on? - Oh, don't ask me.

Another personal tragedy?

Oh, what a punishment!

It's you?

Yes, it's me.

Arinushka, what's going on with you?

Oh, don't ask me.

- What was that? - The mice...

The mice...

Yes?..

Now I know what you're like.

You don't need my passion,

you need this apartment.

Get out.

- And return my letters. - Okay.

We've come too high.

Yes, too high.

- Who is there? - It's us.

It's him, it's him...

- Good evening. - Irina, see you tomorrow.

Okay.

Excuse me...

Miss Irina!

Your coat!

47,7...

Miss Irina, it's me.

And also hallucinations of hearing...

You changed beyond recognition!

Emergency service? Servergency emergice?

Delirium tremens, tremirium delers...

Who is ill?

I am ill... Margaret Lion...

Lion Margaret...

Come urgently!

That's how it all happened.

How interesting.

Vera, tell me the truth,

do you like Victor?

Oh, how he talked about his love,

his love towards you!

He knows me but a little.

He talked about his love to you.

But he called me Irina.

He doesn't even know about my existence.

I wish that all his words

were meant for you.

Oh, what will happen at the studio now?

It'll be a real scandal.

Don't worry.

We should both go and find out.

This is what we should do. You will go to the studio

and talk to the director.

- You think so? - And I'll go to the institute.

Who can she be talking to?

To herself?

Who can I be talking to?

To myself. Means I'm fine.

I'm fine.

Thank you very much, good night...

- Come in. - It's 7 o'clock already...

Margaret!

Margaret? What happened?

What's wrong?

Nothing is wrong. I have gone mad.

Vera, give her a hand.

Emergency service.

- Where is that ill lion of yours? - Who?

Lion Margaret.

It's me...

Good moring, Miss Irina.

Good morning, aunt Agasha.

Shall I take away the flowers?

No, let them stay.

We need to alter everything here...

She is right.

We need to alter everything -

the continuity, the dialogues.

And this set, too. She was right.

And this won't do either.

We should know the source material first-hand,

we can't take for granted what is on the surface,

of which we had only a glimpse... It can't go on like this!

Everything is fake!

- What happened? - He is mad,

after what you did yesterday.

I'm done for.

- It's you? - Hi.

Friends, look at this young actress,

it's her first time at the studio... Wait...

And she she showed to everybody,

she argued with no fear,

pressing her point of view,

and she was right. Thank you!

Today Nikitina is holding a public experiment. Let's go

to the Solar Institute.

Today we shall demonstrate

an experiment of accumulating

the solar energy.

The source of all energy on the Earth

comes from the one source,

and that is the solar energy.

What is going to happen here?

The solar energy concentrates on the sun-bearing liquid

contained in this sphere.

The liquid, being exposed to sunrays,

accumulates the solar energy.

Please, be seated.

Nikitina asked me to be your guide today.

Attention!

Turn it on!

Miss Irina, be careful...

The way to crematorium is laid with experiments.

Wait a sec.

Editorial office? It's Victor.

The experiment is in full swing.

Let the stenographer write down my information.

- Where you going? - I need to make a phone call.

If the liguid doesn't evaporate

and will stay at least for one minute,

it will mean a revolution in science!

And if it does evaporate?

Then we'll go on with experimenting

until the final result.

Stop! Enough!

What's the matter, laboratory?

You can't go on, Irina!

It's none of your business. Full capacity!

I'll need full capacity!

Yes! We did it!

Can I talk to Miss Irina?

She must be in her office now.

Only put on a frock.

That would make a super lighter!

A keepsake, so to say. Since they fired me.

Miss Irina!

Every tree stump Wants to grow up

And to become a real tree!

What? Who are you?

It's me!

I don't know you, Mr Stump.

- Vera, what's going on? - Keep him for a minute.

I need to talk to Miss Irina.

Miss Irina, are you here?

Good evening.

Good evening, Arkady.

- My congratulations! - I want to say...

I will be short.

- I want to apologize and say... - I want to say that...

When I saw that wonderful experiment,

I fell in love more and more.

- In love with whom? - With Nikitina's character,

a lady scientist.

Of course you don't mean the original,

for the original is a "dried shark", right?

I thought film directors are more observant people.

No.

To whom did you try to explain about love yesterday?

So it was you?

Margaret! My dear!

Go away. I despise you!

They fired me from science - but don't fire me out of your heart.

Because, you know...

Should you tell me to catch the Sun...

Here you go.

Oh, everything is hell with me...

And this will happen to everyone

who neglect atomic energy.

Not atomic - solar energy!

God bless you.

Even the flame can't take you.

Oh, and I nearly loved this nobody...

Oh, everything is hell...

It was you!

Things I told you yesterday... Poor you.

It was very useful to know

what people think about you in reality.

- Mr Roschin. - Yes, Irina?

I'm not quite Irina.

What do you mean? And who is Irina then?

She is Irina.

Now I can't make head or tail of it,

what scientists are like,

and what you are like,

and what my film should be like.

Make a film about what happened to all of us.

Oh, no one will believe.

Why not? That would be a very funny film!

- A comedy? - Why not?

But what will be its message?

It will be the message of spring,

a comedy

about, say, cold-blooded lady scientists,

as you thought them to be.

And about too superficial

filmmakers, as you thought them to be.

And about that there is more to life than we think.

It's bad when for someone...

For him April meant nothing good,

And the bright sun spoiled his mood.

Even the melting snow he put to blame,

Yes, to blame!

But - all the same

The snow will melt!

The spring is felt!

Oh, what a happy symphony!

Every tree stump Wants to grow up

And to become a real tree!

The bumblebee - a messenger of warm days,

The birds are chirping, and there shines the Sun!

They chirp and buzz, they sing and hum:

The sping has come, the spring has come!

FIN