here, Ilya.
- What?
Buttermilk and yogurt
regulate the functioning
of your alimentary canal.
There you are.
- All right, let's say goodbye.
- All right.
I got a plane to catch.
We need to talk.
- Didrt we talk?
- No.
I think we said more
than enough.
And still we need to talk.
It's not the time and the place.
It's cold.
Let's go to the telephone station.
Remember we used to go there?
- Ilya dear, wait for us, please.
- All right.
I understand you needed that
talk to clear your conscience.
You may rest assured
it's clear now.
What about yours?
He's a good physicist,
he'll become a great theoretician.
He's a fine man,
honest and comfortable.
He's kind, very kind.
And you, Mitya?
Do we have nothing to remember?
I would have never married you anyway.
Why not?
Just wouldn't have,
that's all, with no whys.
- You want to hurt me even more?
- Why should I hurt you?
- Why, then?
- That's enough. Let's go.
No, I want to know.
Believe me, you have nothing to do
with it. Take my word for it.
- That's enough.
- No, it's not enough.
All right.
When did we first meet?
In 1954.
You were directing our practical work.
Yes... about 7 years before that,
something happened.
We had to determine
the critical mass of liquid uranium.
At those times we did everything with
our bare hands on sheer enthusiasm.
I had plenty of enthusiasm,
much more than brains...
Mitya!
I don't even know how much I've
got then. I was as strong as a bull.
So this was the second time?
No one knows about it.
And they shouldn't.
Goosev.
Yes, I'm Goosev.
Admit that you're inventing this.
Right, I've just invented this.
Oh, how stupid you are!
Don't bury me yet.
I got away with it this time.
Another hundred roentgens, and
that's the end?
- I must be careful not to get them.
- With your character?
Sintsov has completed his work.
I must complete mine.
I need one year.
And after that?
I don't want to think about after.
It's absurd.
Goosev, will it be easier for you
if I'm with you that year?
No.
It's an unnecessary luxury.
But you need a woman.
I'm better than any other,
at least for you.
Let's say I've fully appreciated
your noble impulse.
But it's a quarter to two already,
I've had enough.
What a boor you are!
Comrades, I want to go to bed.
We've already decided everything.
We're getting married
and I'm flying with him.
Are you kidding?
DAY THREE
Just look at the bride.
What a charming creature.
She's not a creature,
she's a physicist.
Too good to be true.
- Do physicists come like that?
- No, they don't.
I feel so silly being
a bride at my own wedding.
I haven't married you yet,
so you have an opportunity
to change your mind.
- Honest?
- Honest.
- All right.
- What?
Friends!
We're not getting married, we were
never going to. It was a joke.
- And the cost of the dinner...
- Will be deducted.
From your salary.
Not funny!
What is Goosev doing?
Uniting regulated
reactions of synthesis and decay.
Oh, I see.
No, you don't see.
Do you have any idea of
what a hydrogen bomb is?
Yes, I do.
Goosev wants to take that energy
and make it work.
A bomb?
Not exactly.
Have you ever heard of deuterium?
- Of course I have.
- And what is it?
How shall I explain it...?
Roughly speaking, it's heavy water,
it exists in every liquid.
This glass of mineral water
contains about 30 mg of deuterium.
You can drink it, it's not poisonous.
Comrades, may I have
your attention, please?
Quiet, comrades! Quiet!
He has a special toast.
Comrades!
This wedding
is a momentous event
for our House of Scientists
and for our entire town
which isn't on the map yet.
However, I'd like to drink now
not to Mitya personally,
and not even to his success.
I'd like to drink
to the great component
that he's introduced to his
installation.
Unfortunately, the time
limitation of a toast won't allow me
to give you a detailed
description of its construction,
but nonetheless I'll