Elena Page #3

at all, but that's your business.

Indeed, it is.

Katya, you never call him.

You should...

Maybe this attack...

Right, the prodigal daughter's fault.

In part, I'm sure that's true.

Listen, Elena.

You're playing the role

of the worried wife.

You do it very well, congratulations.

So that's that. Finished?

I love Volodya.

Sure, to death do you part.

I don't doubt it.

Like a true nurse,

you're trying to cure me,

but I'm fine, I don't

need your treatment.

I am what I am.

Are you not at all

sorry for your father?

I understand that's

a rhetorical question,

but as far as you're concerned,

I don't give a flying f***.

Oh, my Lord.

What room is he in?

Maybe it's not such a good

idea for you to see him today.

Another time. When he's better...

Well that's interesting.

Why call me yesterday,

and not when he's better?

Your father asked me to.

What room is Dad in?

- Excuse me.

- Hello.

Could you tell me...

Please, cover your head

in the house of the Lord.

I wanted to ask which saint

I should light a candle to?

For health, or for

one who has passed on?

My husband's in hospital.

A prayer for health, then.

Write his name on a slip of paper,

and the priest will pray

for his health during service.

And place a candle in

front of Saint Nicholas

and Mother of God.

And while you're lighting it,

ask the Lord to bring

him health and assistance.

Could you tell me

where those icons are?

Straight ahead and

to the right of the altar.

Thank you.

I barely see you, Katya.

You can barely see me 'cos

I'm standing against the sun.

I didn't mean it in that sense.

Dad, you know that nothing

like sense even exists.

Looking at you, sometimes I

think, that might even be true.

So, it's OK that you barely see me.

I was never your reason to live.

And 'thank God', as they say.

You're wrong about that.

Money, Dad, has always been

your only reason for living.

What are you, tallying up my life?

Money's important to you, too.

Not that important.

Maybe that's because you've

never earned any yourself.

Maybe that's because you spoiled me,

gave me everything on a plate.

Sounds like a complaint.

Come on, Dad, you know I adore you.

Keep it coming, please.

I don't know, why I do this.

You don't know, what

you're paying for?

What I've been paying

through the nose for.

Well, just don't start

sniffling on me, OK?

You've always loved those word games.

Games help

children come to terms with

the cruel laws of reality.

- Children?

- Nope.

Not going to happen.

I'm not pregnant,

if that's what you were asking.

Too bad. It'd sort you out.

I'm sorted.

Alcohol and drugs

only on the weekends.

It's clean living now.

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