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- You can leave them on.

Give me some slippers.

- Who're you?

- A messenger.

I wasted 3 hours because of you.

Here's your manuscript.

Show him out, Katya.

I'm in no hurry.

I'd appreciate a cup of tea.

- You're crazy.

- What's so crazy?

I'm hungry and asked for

a cup of tea.

- What's wrong with that?

- Actually -

Take him to the kitchen

and pour him some tea.

- You're all right.

- What d'you mean?

- You've a good figure. Nice legs.

- I take after my mother.

- I'd like to meet her.

- She'll be in later.

I had this real

cool teacher.

She was stacked.

One day she ran

a science film

for our physics class.

I was in the last row.

She sat down beside me.

It was dark. I got excited -

And moved closer.

She acted like she didn't notice.

When I put my arm

around her, she said:

"See me after class,

Miroshnikov."

I did.

Her breasts were heaving.

She fell into my arms.

Imagine that.

I had a crush on a teacher, too.

He was very handsome.

What happened?

I wrote him a letter, but he

never answered it.

I'm a girl. I couldn't

throw myself at him.

Sure. What d'you do?

I'm a freshman at the University.

I could've been, too.

I scored 100 at the entrance exam,

but decided I'd get some

work experience first.

I didn't want to go to school,

either, but my parents-

My parents never interfere.

I'll come

for the manuscript tomorrow.

I won't say good -

bye to your father.

You're right. He's simmering.

Listen to this, Ivan-

Thy glass will show thee

how thy beauties wear,

They dial how thy precious

minutes waste;

The vacant leaves

thy mind's imprint will be

And of this book this learning

mayst thou taste.

The wrinkles which thy glass

will truly show

Of mouthed graves

will give thee memory-

- Did Pushkin write that?

- No, Shakespeare did.

Once, Prof. Rosenfeld said:

"This is your third attempt

to get into acting school.

"Each time you do tragedy, when

"you've a real talent

for comedy."

Did you want to be an actress?

Yes, but your father said:

"Don't knock at a locked door."

I was in love with him.

We had an office party today.

They asked me to recite.

I didn't want to,

but I pulled myself together.

I recite "A Woman is Being Beaten".

It's by Voznesensky.

At first, there was silence.

Then an ovation and flowers.

Everyone congratulated me.

Men offered to take me home.

A colonel even invited me

out to dinner.

But I came home alone.

The Earth is visible below

Through the round porthole.

We miss it as a son

Will miss his mother,

For it's our one

And only one.

And all the same,

The stars are cold,

Though they are near us.

And just as in

The darkest hours,

We wait for light and dream

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