What shall I tell Mitya?
You start it again.
Explain it to him.
Tell him I’ve proposed to you.
You haven’t lost the letter, have you?
- No, it’s here.
- I wrote everything in it.
Tell him that I got tired.
All right. I’ll tell him
we’ve decided to get married.
I’ll tell him you got tired.
What did you get tired of?
Mostly of him.
And partly, of you.
Listen…
May I ask you,
what was it between you and Mitya?
- Everything.
- What do you mean, everything?
Stop it, don’t be a fool.
All right…
And what exactly did you get tired of?
I got tired of what’s been
going on for 6 years.
Of the fact that he came to Moscow
only 4 or 5 times in those years.
Of the Ukraine or Tourist Hotels,
of my friend’s room
while she goes to the movies.
And then he disappears.
Don’t you think one can get fed up
with it?
Is he in love with you?
What difference does it make?
You and I decided to get married.
Well, we did, of course.
All right.
I’ll go myself. Give me your ticket.
I’ll find the right words.
- Stop playing a fool.
- Give me your briefcase.
- What’s in there?
- My pajamas and a razor.
- It’ll do.
- Stop it, Lyolya.
Mister!
Lyolya!
Can I fly instead of
Mr. Kulikov?
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