La bella gente Page #3

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"The passage of time."

"Yes, I loved them, these

evening meetings... "

I've never heard it in Russian.

Read it to me.

The first two lines.

I'm ready,

you can read it.

Okay, she's nice,

sweet, cute...

But she has had

a hard time.

In every sense of the word.

And you want to take it on?

You want her to live with you?

Where shall we eat tonight?

You're the queen of the evening.

Nadja!

Susanna.

Come down.

I have a surprise for you.

Come.

Sit down there.

I've bought some things.

It's really hot!

That first...

A T-shirt and pants.

For the size I asked

the saleswoman to try it.

Do you like it?

- Thank you.

- Thank you. Spaciba.

I bought a shirt,

it's a special one.

And here's a light dress.

And two nice shirts.

- Thank you, Susanna.

- Are you happy?

- Yes.

- How do you say happy?

- Rada. Ochin rada.

- Ochin rada.

I'm glad too.

Fifty years.

It's just funny.

Yesterday, I finished school

and now I'm fifty years.

No. You're beautiful as you are.

Leave it there.

And Nadja?

Shall we leave her here?

Alone in the house?

It doesn't feel comfortable.

No, I don't trust her.

She could call this type.

I doubt it, but you never know.

She wouldn't do it.

But alone in the house,

that's too early. No.

You're right. Let's

take her with us.

Yes, Alfredo is there.

I can't understand.

I don't know!

The direction of P.C.

wishes him happy birthday.

Again?

Didn't you do a diet?

- Thank you for us.

- Hi.

- Have you found them?

- Yes.

- Have you been singing?

- We did already.

- Well, we start over.

- No, that's enough.

The end only.

Happy Birthday, mom.

Happy Birthday!

- We beg your pardon.

- Thank you.

- Not too many emotions, eh!

- No, not too many.

- Hi everyone. Hi dad.

- Giulio...

Hi Fabrizio.

Nadja, the daughter of a friend.

- Who's?

- You don't know him.

He's a secret agent,

nobody knows him!

Want to eat?

Gladly, if there's

something left.

- Don't you want?

- No, thanks.

She doesn't eat, but I do.

My name's Flaminia. Hello.

- Flaminia's his girlfriend.

- How was holidays at Giglio?

Super. A dream!

- Greetings from dad.

- Thanks.

- He wants you in the club.

- Again this club thing?

If I want to relax,

I prefer a joint.

You smoke?

- Sure.

Well...

Since we were in Thailand,

he's rolling all the time.

Worse than a teen.

- Sit there.

- I stopped taking anxiolytics.

- Take more bicarbonate.

- To digest the cake!

- He smokes joints...

- Put it on the plate.

Who's that?

You know I love you, eh?

Since when? Say it.

Since school, when we hid

in the teacher's toilet.

And the headmaster caught us.

"You'll be be expelled,

both of you!"

I remember.

As far...

This is the one...

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