Moscow Does Not Believe in Tears Page #3

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Imagine the clientele it's got.

The kind of men there.

Doctors, academicians, philosophers.

Are you going to spend your

morning watching them read?

No, I'll hang around the smoking

section.

Hello, Maria.

I have a surprise for you.

I managed to dig up two tickets

to the Van Cliburn concert.

Tonight at the Sports Palace.

Try to get out early today.

I'll meet you at the subway station.

Thanks.

All those guys are not serious

people.

Imagine, to a distinguished man,

with a degree in something or other,

I babble something half

intelligent

and I can have him eating out

of my hand.

- Want to come with me tomorrow?

- I can't, I'm moving out.

Uncle Lyosha is going South.

He asked me to look after their place.

- I couldn't say no.

- You'd be crazy to say no!

- Where does he live?

- Revolution Square.

In one of those skyscrapers?

I'm moving in with you.

Good morning. The Tikhomirovs.

No, wait! Hold it!

Now, here's where I keep the beans.

The sugar's there, too.

Don't worry about a thing,

Aunt Rita.

Well then, make yourself at home.

Tchapochka, my baby, you're

going to miss me, aren't you?

Only half an hour left and the car

isn't here yet. I'm so nervous.

Don't get so upset. The car is

waiting downstairs.

It's all Bogomolov's fault,

with his damned theory.

I had to get up on the podium

and argue with him for hours on end.

Katia, how are you?

Any news from your mother?

Everything is all right.

Pleased to meet you. Tikhomirov.

Sit down. It brings good luck.

I was able to arrange

for the medicine.

Write to your mother that I'll

send it to her as soon as I'm back.

- What are you crying about?

- Tchapochka's so sad.

- Come on, girls, hurry up!

- We're coming.

Water the flowers twice a week,

put the mail on the desk.

Tchapochka's got to be walked

at 5 in the morning and after supper.

You forgot to give me Tchapochka!

May Ludmilla stay with me?

- Is she neat?

- Very neat!

Alright then, she can stay.

May I speak to Ghena? Is that you?

I didn't recognize your voice.

Look, they changed my telephone

number. Write it down.

Say hello to Tchapa, guys.

You wrote down my address?

All right, Sergey, ciao!

Here, hold him.

We're having guests tomorrow

evening.

- Here?

- No, in our dormitory.

I already got in touch with

a scientist,

an athlete, a television man,

a poet and a couple of engineers.

- They accepted?

- They'll be here before you know.

One thing you have to agree to.

We're the daughters of

Professor Tikhomirov.

I'm a medical student

specializing in psychiatry,

and you're studying chemistry

and industrial technology.

Men prefer women

in the intellectual professions.

For example, a doctor. Her hands

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