All language subtitles for The Tuner (Nastroyshchik 2004) CD 1

Ministry of Culture
and the Art of Ukraine

And the Film Service
of the ministry of Culture of RF

present

Georgy Deliev

Alla Demidova

Renata Litvinova

Nina Ruslanova

in the film

Piano Tuner

You don't happen to be waiting
for me?

Could be.

- I'm Lyuba.
- Nice to meet you.

Please, sit down.

Wonderful weather today.

Strange.

What is?

I find your behaviour rather
strange.

- Why?
- It was you who placed the ad.

Yet you force the woman to start

the conversation.

I'm sorry.

You see, I'm absent-minded by
nature. Once I engross in thought,

or in reading,
I forget about the world.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

You are extremely handsome.
Are you aware of that?

You have this genuine Russian
kind of beauty.

- It's good.
- I'm Georgian.

- Beauty is good.
- You've convinced me.

And what do you think of me?

I know you saw my photos.
But how do you like the real me?

- I find you very attractive.
- Really?

Are you being sincere?

It's a good deal,
interesting and profitable.

I can't tell you everything now -
out of superstition.

And I will need some
financial support.

I have to gather the necessary
papers, but I'm out of money.

The deal is worth it. It'll be
a shame to waste the chance.

- How large is the sum?
- It's peanuts really.

If you bear in view the prospects.
I made some arrangements.

I wouldn't want to blow it.

- How much?
- 300-400.

- I could lend it to you.
- No!

- We don't know each other so well.
- No, wait.

Through our correspondence
I formed an opinion of you.

For now I think

that you are a somewhat
strange but decent person.

And I also think life was
rough on you.

How long do you need it for?
2 weeks? 2 weeks is fine with me.

Well, all right.

Take it and count it.

- I'm much obliged.
- Count it.

You need medicine?
I met this character.

He can get anything.
A burning deal to Istanbul.

Non-ferrous metals.

- Where to now?
- Home.

I'd give you a lift,
but my car is no good.

- Something went out of order.
- Don't worry.

I'll walk, it's not far.
13 Sevastopolskaya St...

Up in the penthouse.
Warehouse of the theatre workshop.

So far they let me stay
there out of pity.

- What is this here? Pardon me.
- Knitting.

My favorite color. It will be
a scarf, English Type rubber?

- I wish.
- So what's the problem?

Here, let me show you.

- Careful not to let it loose.
- Don't worry, I won't.

This is the first stitch.
You simply slip it.

You don't work it, you slip it.

Let's see now. We work 2 loops.

One loop, then yarn over,
then slip 2 loops.

- Now work through? - Work one
loop, yarn over, and bind off.

2 loops... Then work.

1 loop, then yarn over,
then slip 1.

Work 2,

work 1, yarn over, slip.

Work 2, and work even.

Here, now go for it, young lady.

Lena, I know nothing
about it, but Lyuba gets nervous.

She says the sound is wrong,
and a key is leaping.

She is not a professional, but
she loves playing the piano.

And I love to listen to her
playing.

Because, even though
she is a doctor...

- I must be distracting you.
- No, not at all.

- Can I help you, young man?
- Thank you, I'm just looking.

Anna Sergeevna, I can call
my friends from the conservatory,

And get back to you.
But as far as I know,

every pianist has his own tuner.

Your lady friend must have
one too.

She had one, but he died
6 months ago.

There's another one, but
Lyuba doesn't want to see him.

I don't know why.
I think it's something personal.

I placed an ad in a newspaper,
but do ask your friends.

All right.

They're relieving me today, I'll be
staying home the next week.

Thank you, Lena. Yes, I haven't
forgotten about your vet doctor.

You haven't forgotten!

He was away on vacation, but
will be back tomorrow.

We'll castrate your cat out
of humaneness.

The animal needn't suffer.
Do you remember my phone number?

Remind me, just in case.

- 996...
- 8-4-5.

8-4-5, that's it.
There's your cheese.

It's 8.45. Anna Sergeevna,

look, what a coincidence:

The cheese costs 8.45 -

same as the last 3 digits
of your phone number.

Consider that the tuner is
a settled issue.

I believe in coincidence.

Yes. Thank you and good by.
Have a good rest.

It's outrageous! They sell
opened bottles.

If you please.

Raise your arms, please.

Shall I take off
my trousers too?

There are gruesome things in life
people prefer not to talk about.

They are always unwelcome.
For instance, death,

smell of old age,
smell of old people's dwelling.

Yes, smell of old
people's dwelling...

Chechnya, sick animals.

It's impossible to cross that
barrier and get closer.

But we have already crossed it.
I beg your pardon.

Cashier, we're out of mutton!

Good day, Maria Ivanovna.

Your breakfast, madam!

The mirror.

Give me the mirror.

- You reading papers?
- I need to check something out.

What were you reading at night?

- Stories.
- Tell me.

I read about this woman.

Woman-Pope.

There was an Italian hit
'Mama Roma'. Neorealism.

- Don't remember the director.
- It's not a film.

You know the Pope.
And this was a Popess.

A woman became the Pope.

Only a few chosen
were let in on the whole thing.

She hid everything under her
fluffy garb.

But then some dude
made her pregnant,

and she started to give birth
during a ceremony.

Can you believe it?

The choral service, cardinals -

and in the middle of all this
she's giving birth.

Interesting, isn't it?
Are you asleep?

The Pope had given birth.

Those are unproved facts.
No one knows for sure.

- I see. An Apocrypha.
- Something like that.

Listen, how's our budget?

Not too good. Why?

I need to pay the fitness club.

I already fixed it. Look,
I've become fat as a cow.

And if I quit smoking,
it'll be a catastrophe.

Besides I want to take up German.

German?

Yes, why does that surprise you?
It's a beautiful language.

And I've been wanting to for
a long time.

I heard a song in German
on the radio the other day.

And now I want it
even more than before.

That happens. It's good to know
a foreign language.

This must be it.
That's right.

Last numbers: 8-4-5.

What is it?

Nothing. Just an ad.
A little job on the side.

You make things roll.
Good for you.

I think I'll live with you for
a while longer.

Yes. It's me again.

An interesting fact.

Yes. My ex-husband is buried
at the 3rd cemetery.

I have a nice 2-room
apartment in the downtown area.

And I can't swap this wonderful
apartment of mine

for one closer to the cemetery,
to my ex.

I'd be willing to take
a single-room flat.

I consulted several real
estate agents.

No, no one. Strange fact.

Who are you talking to?

Yes, such an unusual situation.

I weighed it all thoroughly.

It's a practical joke.

- Who are you talking to?
- Wait!

Seriously...

I decided to leave Andrei, and
buy an apartment for myself.

- Who are you talking to?
- What?

Yes. Especially so that he

wants to move in with his
ex-wife in her 1-room apartment...

And I don't have the money,
And he doesn't have the money.

What?

Imagine?

Such an interesting combination.

A very strange story.

Who were you talking to?

No one. I was talking to myself.
It was a joke.

I'll live with you
for some time longer.

You know my mother doesn't like
Jews, half-Jews, quarter-Jews.

She thinks I marry non-Russians
especially to spite her.

In part she is right.

I do it subconsciously.
I hate my childhood.

You don't love your mother,
and I do love my mom and dad.

And they love me. These are the Shah
of Iran and princess Soreyah.

The Shah is so cute! Don't you
think he looks a bit like me?

Not Armenian, not Georgian.
Perhaps a Jew? Mother's mirror.

Oh, my god.

I'll live with you

for a while longer.

I'll live with you
for a while longer.

You are good.

I'll live with you for a while
longer.

Hello, is this...

996-845?

Do you still need a tuner?

Who are you talking to?

Of course I do. What instrument?

A Zimmermann! Wonderful.
A piano or a grand piano?

A piano. Very well.
No, the color doesn't matter.

What time would be suitable for you?

Give me the address, please.
One moment, I'll write it down.

All right.

Thank you. See you soon.

Who is this Zinner?
Zimmermann?

Zimmermann is a German fellow.
Uli Henrich Zimmermann.

- Are you fixing me up?
- Could be.

It's cold.

I'm off to the club.

Don't use the main entrance,
we don't want them to see you.

Give it to me.

Brilliant!

- He�s been bruised by life.
- You see anyone who wouldn't be?

True.

You didn't give him money,
did you?

Anna Sergeevna, why should I?

All right. What does he look like?

Tall, rather well-preserved
for his age.

You may say, quite handsome.
Sad eyes.

Mikki, it doesn't hurt.

Stop faking it.

Well, with God's help.
But Lyuba, be careful.

Watch out for rascals.

Lyuba, do me a favor, open the door.
Or shall I get up again?

No, don't. You need to lie
for a while after the injection.

Hello. Does patient
Zimmermann live here?

- What patient?
- Uli Henrich Zimmermann.

I'm sorry, I'm the piano tuner.

Anna Sergeevna,
the tuner is here!

Please follow me.

Anna Sergeevna!

Anna Sergeevna! It's the tuner!

Lyuba, why all the yelling!
I'm not deaf yet.

Hello. I'm Andrei.

Hello. My name is
Anna Sergeevna.

And this is my friend Lyuba.

Nice to meet you... Lyuba.

And this is my dog, Mikki.

Forgive me, I won't
show affection. After my own dog

died, I can't bare to look at
other people's dogs.

Wonderful instrument,
and in good condition.

Only one damper is leaping
slightly.

And H in the 2 octave is a bit...
It's been like that for a few days.

- You hear?
- Yes.

Just a little.

I'll show you.

- See? - Lyuba, that's enough.
The man is...

It seems to be OK right now,
it was worse earlier.

- That's enough, Lyuba.
- I know, but...

It's a good sign. A mouse!

It's a she-mouse.
A young one. Must be thirsty.

You should be afraid of people!

How awful!

- Calm down.
- A piece of cloth.

Lyuba, get him a duster.

Did you study at the conservatory?

That's right. One moment.
I'm sorry.

Sorry, it's a client.

I'll be there soon.

Yes, soon.

Bye. I'm sorry.

It's OK. So, Andrei, did you
study at the conservatory?

That's quite right, my lady!
However I'm on a very

protracted sabbatical leave.
The poor student

has to earn his daily bread somehow.

Oh, my God.

I didn't
join the club after all.

I hated it there.
Everyone�s so sweaty.

So I say to her:

I don't see myself in this
corpse de ballet.

And she says to me: 'Oh, really? '

And I say to her:

Do you have anything less
energetic?

And she shrugs her shoulders
and says: 'I don't know! '

And then I say:

Do you have anything less
jolly and more efficient?

And she says: 'Go and join
a chess club.'

And I say: 'I'll think about it.'

I was starving, so I went to grab
a bite at this cafe.

And out of greed I ordered too much,
it seems. I was starved.

Can you come and help me
finish it? What a shame.

I think I just saw someone
whom I can treat to all this food.

Yes, I did have a little drink.
And I'm tipsy, yes.

All right, chiao. I will.
Come here.

Woman, come up here.

Come here.

Yes, you.

You, come here.

Yes. Here!

Come here.

Come here!

Come here, you!

Yes, I'm talking to you!

Woman, will you come up here?

Go on!

Come! Come here!

Here! Here!

Sit.

You hungry? Are you hungry?

My mom and sister
were killed in a car crash.

And my dad's an alcoholic.

- Alcoholic?
- Doesn't get out of hospitals.

- I'm sorry.
- That is, if he's still alive.

We're so sorry.

It's all right, such is life.

Besides, that happened
very long ago.

It must be difficult to live
alone?

Show me one person who'd live
an easy life nowadays.

You're right.

Pardon me,

as I understand it,

you are alone too.

Yes. My husband died, and God
didn't give us any children.

- You've been a widow long?
- It's been more than 8 years.

So sad, such sad stories.

Really very-very sad and mournful.

That's enough.

- I love stories in minor key.
- And I love...

- He bit me!
- What can I do now?

Mikki bit me! Mikki!
You'll be given a spanking!

That's enough.

- With this thing.
- Lyuba, stop it.

I can't tell you how I love
stories in minor key.

I love both - minor and major keys.

Lyuba, stop it, will you!

The minor key is more
in harmony with my character.

I agree with you.

Even though I try to
think positive.

I've arms & legs, the rest
is a matter of time.

You are quite right. People
complain too much.

By the way, are you planning
on getting married?

To Lyuba?

There is one good match.

Only her parents are very
well-off. They suspect

everyone of hankering after
their money.

They're impossible to convince
it�s not the case.

Yes. The stratification of
society nowadays is terrible.

Luyba! Darling, keep Andrei
company, see if he needs anything.

I'll make a snack in the kitchen.

Mikki, let's go make
some sandwiches.

My guess is that you graduated
from the conservatory?

That's right, madam.

But I'm on a rather
protracted sabbatical leave.

I see. Sabbatical.
Tell me about your parents.

I already did tell you.

Oh, yes. What a sad story.
Yes, I'm coming!

Anna Sergeevna!

What?

In general I have nothing
against Jews.

He's good-looking,
even though not quite Russian.

Could he be Chechen?
Or Armenian?

- Why did you leave the room?
- I'll help.

He's in the room alone,
and we don't even know the man!

I'll do everything myself. Go!

Mikki, sweetie!

I wasn't yelling at you.

What is it, boy?

You want some cheese? No, baby.
Cheese is not good for you.

An Uzbek!

Anna Sergeevna! He's an Uzbek!

You hungry? Here.

Eat, eat.

Leave now!

Leave.

Eat, eat.

Eat.

I'll leave some ice-cream for you.
You're not squeamish?

Drink.

Woman!

Woman, are you deaf?

You're deaf, right?

Then I need to speak more
distinctly.

Don't be afraid, eat.

I'll wait. You eat.

In ancient times they
caught

your likes when they needed
to make human sacrifice.

They caught homeless vagrants
like you.

Then they stopped wasting
their own people.

But that was much later, during
the transitional period,

when they already started
having doubts

as to whether they were
doing the right thing.

What? Why are you sighing?

Don't sigh.

What?

There's a blue stripe here,
a blue stripe.

And a blue stripe here.

And another blue stripe here.
I like that.

It's beautiful.

Great, so you're color-blind too.

Great.

Drink up.

Sit down, Andrei, join us
for a snack.

- Tea? Coffee?
- Coffee. I tuned it.

But I need to fix the damper and...

I will have to bother you again.

It's not a bother at all!

Come again, you played
so beautifully with Lyuba.

Thank you.

Of course, you may find
our company boring.

You, Lyuba and Zimmermann.
What can be better?

Looking for a prize?

Yes. I mail them all the
labels. You never know.

You may get lucky and win a trip
abroad or a present.

Yes, I won a set of cups
the other day.

But I didn't go to collect them.

The place is in
the back of some boondocks.

You should have. It is these little
things that brighten up our life.

- You must have thrown away the lid?
- No, no.

Lyuba, there must be a bottle
near the table someplace.

- What table?
- In the kitchen.

It's a green bottle.
Bring it here.

Just a moment.

Anna Sergeevna, I have to go.
I'm sorry.

- Of course, Andrei.
- I've got a client.

Come again,
I'll be happy to see you.

Thank you, thank you so much.
Careful, watch your step.

There is a step here.
Here, this is for your work.

You did it well, we delayed you.
Don't argue.

- But that's way too much.
- Don't be stubborn, Andrei.

Thank you. As they say,'let
the generous hand always be full'.

That was precisely my intention.

Why do you think she offered you snacks?
Out of sheer egotism.

So that there always be abundance
in this house. Here is the bottle cap.

- What do you mean?
- I mean, so the fridge is always full.

My God!

Good bye. I'll bring you the cups.
All the best.

Good bye, come again.

- Charming young man.
- Indeed.

Did you notice his touch?

Delicate, yet sure.

His hand doesn't hit the keys,
it seems to drown in them.

That's how they wrote about Mozart.

I don't know, his speech seems
a bit outdated.

'My lady', 'madam'.
As though I were 100 years old.

Aren't you 100 years old?

- A little younger.
- Yes, 99 and a half.

The old broad is rich.

Bronze pieces, old furniture,

marble, chinaware, antique stuff.

I don't know much about
these things, but enough to tell.

Help me put lipstick on.
I forgot my mirror.

- Does she have any children?
- No, she lives all alone.

Maybe I should ask her to adopt me?
I think she liked me.

Maybe you should just kill her?

Just kill her.
As simple as that.

We can work out a plan.

Why didn't I think about
that! But how?

Cut her throat? Strangle her with
a rope? Throw her off the balcony?

- No children.
- No children.

- No children.
- No children. So what?

- No children.
- Diamonds, paintings.

Must be a lot of money there.
No children.

- How old is she?
- Don't know. Around 60. Why?

How many abortions do you
think she had?

What kind of a question is that?
How do I know?

I'm 32. I made 3 with you.
And with the others...

I'm not interested!

I'm not trying to get you
interested. It's about that woman.

I think she must have killed
around 30 people.

I don't know. Maybe
she took contraceptives.

I know. She had to kill
20 at least.

What are you saying?

The Hand of God.
You know what that is?

No, I don't.

You will. Everyone learns
about that sooner or later.

Hello.

I've come about the prize.

That's right.

I said, I've come to
collect my cups.

I thought he was your guy.

No, that's not him.

No, I'm not him!
What about my cups?

- What is it you want?
- I want my cups.

Listen, maybe he's your
other guy?

No, it's not him either.

- What do you want?
- Just my cups, that's all.

- Why didn't you say so
in the first place? - I did!

There, your cups.

I don't like these.

Oh, really?

Which ones do you like?
Maybe we can offer something.

- I don't like any.
- That�s quite interesting!

You think that�s interesting?

- What if I do? - I'll take
the cups and get out of here.

So get out! Don't be a nuisance
for us and for yourself, got it?

There're some more over there.

Thank you.

I want those.

- These?
- No, those.

All right. A complete set?

Yes. How many are there?

- 6.
- I'll take them.

You know how much they are?

Approximately.

This one's cracked.

- It can't be!
- But it is.

Kuzya. Kuzya.

Kuzya, don't come in here.
You know you shouldn�t.

I'm sorry.

Eat, Kuzya.

You can't come in here.

You know that.

Bon appetit, Kuzya-the-dog.
How's life?

Kuzya. Does that stand for Kuzma?

I read that a dog distinguishes
50 thousand different smells.

And it made me think:

How on earth did they
figure that out?

Did they break into
a dog's mind?

If the dogs can distinguish
that many smells,

how can they live with us?

Just think how people stink!

They reek of yesterday's
booze, tobacco,

perfume and lots of other things.
What do you think?

Children don't smell nice either.

But their mothers love them,
and kiss them everywhere.

That means they find that
unpleasant smell pleasant.

That was not my point!
See, this dog is grown-up,

around 50. But if
a drunk picks him up in the street,

the dog'll come to love him.
Question is: Why?

There, this one's OK.
Anything else?

Thank you. I want to know:
How can they love and tolerate us?

The answer is contained in your
question. They love and tolerate.

- Isn't it one and the same thing?
- I don't know. Maybe.

Love and tolerance. Indulgence.

That's why they call brothels
'indulgence homes'.

- Young man.
- My name is Andrei.

Very well, Andrei, you've paid
for your cups.

Thank you for your purchase
and good-bye.

Good-bye.

Don't worry, I'm not with
the tax police.

Kuzya.

What people are you talking about?

- What?
- What people?

What do you mean?

'What people? '
How am I supposed to know that.

I am asking you,
you are asking me.

Stop confusing me. What
people are you talking about?

These people!

God.

Oh, the divine one! I've come to
the meeting place 10 minutes late,

and the mistress of my heart
was not there.

Lyuba, wait, I'll see
what's going on downstairs.

What can I say?

By Italian standards I have
a bass-cantanto,

or tembral bass. I have
no problems with

either the low or the high
register.

You need to work a lot.

And some don't work.
Even soloists.

I laugh at them: Some soloists!

To produce a decent sound

some have to open their
mouth this wide.

Others are afraid to open
their mouth, and when

they do, they sound like a carp,
when it bites.

Lyuba!

Anna Sergeevna.

Anna Sergeevna, please, we're
waiting for you.

Beautiful!

Burning ashes
Of a passion long gone.

But a ray of your eyes
Strikes like a lightning.

No strength to resist it,
I'm in your power.

I love you, I love you.

I love you,
And I'll be forever yours.

Why in plural?

Why 'people'?

If you're talking about that
shabby type, use singular form.

Yes, I am talking about that
shabby individual.

How could he pretend
to be someone else?

He meets a woman, double-crosses
her, takes away her money.

You yourself offered him money!

How many times did I tell you
that the world is full of rascals.

But you wouldn't listen!
Now learn your lesson!

You want to stay?

I waited for a week.

I thought he was very busy, but
that he will call soon.

Then I lost patience and
called him myself.

I didn't know where to look
for him.

I trusted him and my own
intuition so much

that I didn't even ask him to
show his passport.

Then I get this letter, saying

that we never even met.

I read it and nearly fainted.

I made such a fool of myself.

It had been a totally different
man sitting on that bench.

Yes, I was a fool.

I couldn't understand why
he acted so strange.

I was stupid, I came half
an hour early.

And seduced an innocent man.

Stupid.

Lyuba, want me to bring you tea?
You sit here with Mikki.

Mikki, sit!

Guard Lyuba, the stupid idiot.
I'll be right back.

Wait.

You know, these cups you're
drinking from -

Andrei won them in a lottery.

Oh, for God's sake! I only
brought them!

No, no.

There is a kind of music,
that scares you.

Oh yeah, sure as hell.

Concert symphony by
Wolfgang Mozart.

- There is no such symphony.
- For violin and viola.

- No!
- Andante.

- Want me to play it?
- Yes.

But please don't threaten us.

I warn you, my dog passed away
to that music. How is she?

Terrible. Crying. I feel a mixture
of pity and anger for her.

Terrible. Bon appetit.

- Was it good?
- Very.

It is instant soup.
I'm a bad cook.

Present from Paris. Onion soup,
contains lots of calories.

Andrei, these are musicians.
They have nowhere to rehearse.

- Go ahead, rehearse, please.
- Thank you.

Andrei, can you imagine?
The simplest situation.

She came half an hour early.

- Where?
- On a date.

There was an attractive young
man sitting on a bench,

reading the agreed paper.

But it was someone else,
just a passer-by!

He swindled her!

And she thinks she seduced him.

- Funny.
- The letter.

It's from the man who was
supposed to come on that date,

but who was late. The fool!

Oh, the divine one!
Are you laughing at me?

I came as was agreed,
though 10 minutes late.

But, alas, the mistress of
my heart was not there.

Never trust women.
They are frivolous

and unreliable. From your
letter I see

that your heart had
been stolen by some Romeo.

- Maybe I should talk to her?
- Go ahead, Romeo.

Listen, Lyuba.

Yes, I do want to get married.
I dream of getting married.

You think I'm stupid?

Not at all stupid, just overly
temperamental.

- Was that sincere?
- Absolutely.

Only you have to be more careful
in the future.

You know, I want to trust
people so much.

What gets me is the total inability

to tell the truth from a lie.
Not so much the lie itself,

but the absence of
any visible distinction

in the person's behaviour.

A spanish consul had a cat.
And this cat was a flaneur

and adventurer. Could
loaf about for a week.

The consul loved him.

Once when the cat was out partying,
the consul was replaced

by a new one, and he left
home to Andalusia

The new consul unpacked, made
himself at home,

and then the cat showed up -
worn out and hungry.

He screams and demands attention,
and the consul is at a loss.

This is the Shah of Iran
and Princess Soreyah.

Well isn't the Shah cute!
Don't you think he looks like me?

Not Armenian, not Georgian,
not a Jew. Or is he?

Thank God, it's not misfortune
yet, but only bad luck.

A slightly dragged out
period of bad luck.

Now imagine a single young man,

middle-aged, who had been almost
an orphan long enough.

He had to do everything himself
and rely entirely on himself.

He is poor and lonely, but proud,
industrious and full of hopes.

One day, when visiting
a well-off family,

He meets an enchanting creature

and falls head over heels in love,
then notices suddenly

that the creature returns
his love.

Everything seems so wonderful.

One day, when tuning her
parents' piano,

he tells her of his feelings.

He even kisses her to the sounds
of Chopin's nocturne.

And then the revelation:
No one needs him except her -

with his pride and industry -

especially her parents.

To them he is a nobody,
a worthless little musician.

They hint to him
that he is unwanted,

and forbid him to set foot
in the house and see her again.

He is an outcast.

But he can't live without her.

Feverishly he rushes about
between the joy of true love

and the anguish of the inability
to be with her.

He knows there's
nothing he can confront

the enemy forces with,
except his love,

And that he will never come out
the winner.

Life looses all meaning,

and with each passing day
he gets more convinced

that there's only one
thing left to do:

Get it over and done with.

Because there is no hope,

and the anguish becomes
unbearable.

Because...

- Andrei...
- Why did I get attached to her?

- Claire!
- Don't.

Her mother took her away to France.

Take the handkerchief. It's new
and clean. Andrei, don't.

Please, Andrei. It's going
to be all right.

Anna Sergeevna!
Andrei, please don't!

Anna Segeevna!

Andrei, dear! Here, drink this.

- It's all right.
- Andrei, take a sip.

Take a sip, and you'll
feel better.

- There, that's better.
- I'm fine, thank you.

Perhaps I need to call
a tuner myself.

Andrei, you know, everyone
needs a tuner.

Especially my poor Mikki.

Listen, Andrei, I've been
thinking.

I've always wanted to ask you,
but couldn't make myself do it.

You like games of chance.

Here, why don't you
write down the numbers...

...of my bonds.
- No problem.

I don't know what they're called.
Certificates? You must know.

Perhaps you will find
a paper with the drawings.

Please do this for me,
I am so forgetful lately.

And Lyuba with her absent-mindedness
is of no use.

Of course, I'll do that.

I copied the numbers several
times,

but each time I lost them.
Would you do me this little favor?

Lyuba, put that away.
I'll open it.

Fold it neatly.

Series: 13771,

ticket: 22.

- You need help?
- Thank you.

Thank you, Lyuba.

I've come about the census.
I'm an agent. May I come in?

But they were here already.

There was a fire, and all
the papers were destroyed.

Now we have to do it all over
again. Is this your scythe?

No, our neighbour Gennady
Vassilyevich keeps goats.

- May I come in?
- Yes, please.

Come in.

You can sit over there.

Thank you.

I copied the numbers.
Anna Sergeevna!

That must be your son?

- No, he's not. Why did you...
- Your passport, please.

I'll be right back. Andrei, make
yourself some tea.

- Is there a phone here?
- What for?

When she comes back, call me.
Dial my number.

Here's my passport.

Can you tell me, why is it that I
got scared when I saw you?

I don't know.

Oh, my God.

Strange.

One moment, please.

This is confidential. Is there
a place I can talk in private?

Yes, you can use that room.

Thank you.

I'll be back in a minute.

Strange woman.

Hello. Who is that?

I can't hear you.

- Who is that?
- She's so strange.

Didn't even say hello to me.

I'm not at home at the moment.

Do you understand?

I find this very suitable.

Amazing.

I just thought, you...

But you have to understand
me too. You know I...

You know I am very...

attracted to you too.

Do you understand?

I know you do. I will call
you later, darling.

- Anna Sergeevna, do you like
this one? - Please!

- He's unbelievable!
- That's all you can think of.

I think it's great.

- No.
- This one's even better.

I'll be there soon.

Yes, my love.

Everything will be fine.
I'll call you later,

so that you wouldn't worry.
A lot has happened, you know.

And I will...

Later...

I'll get it later. Make yourself
some porridge or something.

Bye, can't talk any more.

Who are you, if you're not her
son? Maybe I should register you?

I'm a tuner.

Tuner? What do you tune?

Grand pianos, pianos.

By the way, my husband is
a famous pianist.

- Andrei.
- His name is also Andrei.

Namesakes too,
what a strange coincidence.

I'm Lina.

- Andrei.
- Lina.

Tell me something. My husband
couldn't explain it to me.

Why is it that all pianists are
such terrible poseurs?

What do you mean?

When they play,

they roll up their yes, grimace,

and throw themselves
at the poor piano like animals.

God knows what they do.

It's not just the pianists.

Especially them. What are they
trying to prove?

If it's the music, why doesn't it
influence listeners in the same way?

Did you notice how you pull
a thread through a needle?

Like everyone else.

You see an imaginary eye
of a needle,

then you imagine that you
are the thread,

that is pulled through that eye.

You run the whole process
through your imagination.

Charming.

You mean to say, a musician
imagines the music,

and that helps him to actually
produce sounds?

So it seems.

But that is indecent.

If you think about it,
music is indecent.

Even rather obscene.

But it is a high obscenity.

My God, Lyuba.

What a stupid thing to say!
My head is splitting.

Or take murderers. They enact
the anguish of their victim,

when they stab or strangle.
You think it helps them?

I don't know.

Andrei plays very well,
and he doesn't grimace.

And doesn't make faces.
Am I right, Andrei?

And he tuned our instrument.

Specialists say,

he did that expertly.

Andrei, will you play for us?

- I will.
- There, you'll see...

- Play, Andrei.
- That he doesn't grimace.

When you listen to your andante,
you always sob violently.

Especially when you're drunk.
You think of your dog and you

understand that the death of a dog
and a human are equally terrible.

A man's death isn't
any graver than a dog's.

I know you can't say anything
against that.

I could. Only I don't want to.

Then maybe I could say something
against what I had just said.

You know why? Simple:
Because I'd want to.

A person's wish -
is all that matters.

Right now I want money.

There are other ways to get money.

- You go ahead, I can't drink.
- Where? How?

- How much? And when?
- I won't ask for money.

- Go away!
- Rose wine.

Anyone want rose? Good for
high and low blood pressure.

Rose wine, tastes good.

You are so difficult, Lina.

Very-very difficult.

Well?

Where shall we get the money?

What about Anna Sergeevna?

All right. When?

Maybe soon.

How much? Maybe very much?

I want a drink. Hey, what's
your name! Cup-bearer!

At your service, madam.

I am so clever. And beautiful.
But I am completely broke.

I am penniless. It is so unjust.

Have you ever killed anyone,
except mosquitoes?

Could you kill a chicken
or a calf?

You want to know if I could
cut Anna Sergeevna's

throat or chop off her head?
No, I couldn't.

What for? People invented
poisons, fire-arms,

God knows what else.
As they say, nothing personal.

- Lina, you are bluffing!
- No, I'm not, damn you!