Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears

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MOSFILM:

Second Artists' Association

VERA ALENTOVA:

ALEXEI BATALOV:

IRINA MURAVYOVA:

RAISSA RYAZANOVA

in

MOSCOW DOESN'T BELIEVE

IN TEARS:

Screenplay by

Valentin CHERNYKH

Directed by

Vladimir MENSHOV

Director of Photography

Igor SLABNEVICH

Production Designer

Said MENYALSHCHIKOV

Music by Sergey NIKITIN

Lyrics by D. SUKHAREV

Yu. VIZBOR, Yu. LEVITANSKY

Sound by M. BRONSHTEIN

Conductor E. KHACHATURIAN

Moscow. 1958

Workers' Dormitory

- You failed?

- I missed by two points.

- Have you checked the list?

- I have. I'm not on it.

Don't give up. You'll work and

study at night,

and next year you'll make it

for sure...

Look who is here!

Don't look so depressed, Katerina.

I'm not depressed.

- Just two points!

- I'll make it no matter what.

No one said you wouldn't.

After all, 35 is the age limit.

You got plenty of time, believe me.

Couldn't you at least clean up

your face?

Kolia'll be here any minute.

He's taking me to watch a concert.

To watch a concert! After two years

in Moscow you can't talk properly.

- Don't come in!

- Come in, please!

- Hi!

- Good evening.

- You're not well?

- You made me blush all over.

I'm sorry.

- Want to have a look?

- No, thanks.

Kolia! I'll be ready in a second!

Why d'you have to frighten him?

You know, he's so shy.

Yeah, you wouldn't call him

an intellectual.

You could have found a dunce

like him at home in your village.

What were you so scared of?

It was a strawberry beauty mask.

Don't forget,

the doors are locked after twelve.

We'll be back in time.

We're going to watch a concert.

To watch a concert!

And you call yourself a Muscovite!

Women's dormitory.

Which Ludmilla? There're

Ludmillas by the dozens here.

Oh, that Ludmilla...

Just a minute. She's taking a bath

right now.

Sviridova, telephone for you!

She'll be right with you. She's

in the middle of drying off.

I said you were taking a bath.

Vadik? Of course, I remember.

What dormitory? Oh, that's our

granny. She's a great joker.

Some cousins came to visit

and now she's complaining

that our place is like a dormitory.

Everyone wants to come to Moscow,

but we can't live like sardines.

Today? No, I can't.

It's daddy's birthday.

Tomorrow? I'd better call you back.

I'll be in class all day.

- Dormitory!

- What else should I say?

- Why don't you just say "hello"?

- Hello? How was I supposed to know?

Fate flies like a rocket

in one huge parabola,

Sometimes along a rainbow,

but mostly in the pitch-dark cupola.

There lived a red-headed artist,

well-known as Gauguin.

A Bohemian, though

he started as a two-bit salesman.

To end up in the Louvre,

originating in Montmartre,

He made a detour

via Java and Sumatra.

He rocketed,

forgetting the madness of money...

What's he trying to say?

After five years of slaving,

buried in textbooks,

you're supposed to go in a factory?

What kind of life is that?

What kind of life do you want?

Stop necking on the street.

You're in a public place.

This chemistry of yours is so

boring. Nothing but formulas.

You don't understand.

Chemistry's the future of mankind.

You should be thinking more

about your present.

- Hey, girls, what about...

- Get lost, will you.

Why did you do that?

They look nice to me.

That's right, just nice.

In Moscow on a quota, just like us.

To love no less than a queen,

to lose no less than a million.

French Film Festival

Ever seen a mink like that?

I love her! It's Koniukhova!

That's what I call life!

Look! Youmatov!

Why are you out here?

Nina was supposed to bring me

an invitation...

Wait. I'll try to get you in.

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