That's OK. It means
you don't have to understand me then.
Someday you will understand.
Although, the sky there is too blue
and the sand is too yellow.
Ok, I'd better go.
Tell your father I went to Burevitch.
Ok.
Be a nice guy, David.
Ok.
You know a strange thing.
I came back home two hours ago, but it
seems to me that I made a mistake again.
Maybe it was a wrong Jerusalem
and a saw a wrong Wailing Wall.
You won't understand it, though.
-Are you going to the station?
- No.
-Why?
- Because.
You don't want
to look at the train, do you?
- No, I don't
-Why?
I told you. Because.
By the way, Vova Pavlov
invited me to the cinema today.
- So what?
- Nothing.
- Go then.
- I will.
- Go then.
-What a fool.
Tanya!
She ran away.
I can see that.
I came to say good bye.
We're leaving tonight.
On the post train?
Yes.
I'll come to Moscow too.
To study at the Conservatory.
Just after I finish the school.
-Will you visit us?
- I will.
Write down the address then.
Tell me, I'll remember.
Moscow, Matrosskaya Tishina,
house 10, apartment 5.
What is "Matrosskaya Tishina?"
I don't know.
It's a street I think.
"Matrosskaya Tishina." It's great.
But it's not a street.
Do you know what it is?
Matrosskaya Tishina is a harbor.
It's where ships are buried.
There are schooners and ships.
There's not a sea in Moscow.
It doesn't matter.
River then.
Schooners and ships,
that's important.
On the bank there are small houses
where sailors live.
They don't sail.
They only remember.
When are you gonna come?
I don't know.
Give me something
so I could remember you.
I don't have anything.
Take this if you want.
- No, leave it.
-What?
Tanya is not leaving,
but she got a postcard with a French forest.
I'm leaving and you want
to give me some spoilt picture.
But there's Matrosskaya Tishina.
- Hanna.
- I'm coming!
Dodik!
Dodik!
Dodik.
Why is it so dark here?
Dodik.
Dodik!
I'll light the lamp.
Don't.
I'm gonna go to bed.
I really am.
Help me to get undressed.
Do it yourself.
How dare you talk to me like that?
- Take off my shoes.
- No way.
What is it?
Are you gonna burn me?
Why do I need to do that?
Take off my shoes.
Who are you?
I'm sorry, who are you?
Shut up!
How dare you?
Mister inspector.
It's not my fault.
I swear, it isn't.
Don't ruin my life.
Help me to get undressed.
What happened with your face?
Why is your lip swelled?
Don't you remember?
No.
Was that me?
You.
It can't be.
You can hit me if you want.
Dodik.
If you want.
Dad.
Dodik, I'm sorry.
Hit me, Dodik.
- Dad!
- Dodik.
That's Ok.
Don't be mad at me.
There are only two of us.
We have nobody.
I know people call me a cheater,
a tippler.
I don't care. Right?
All day long
I run round in small circles.
All day long
I'm at my warehouse.
And I think...
Do you know what about?
A very big hall.
There are some nice women and men.
And they look at the stage.
And they hear:
"David Shvartz."
And you walk out
and start playing.
They all applaud you
and they cry
"Bravo, David Shvartz."
They send you flowers,
ask you to play again.
Again and again.
At that time
you will remember me.
You will remember me for sure.
And you'll tell those people:
"That was my dad, who did this.
My dad. He was a cheater
and a tippler.
My dad. He wanted his son, his blood
to know what happiness is."
And they performed an inspection.
Odd people.
Come on, search here.
And I'll make you be a man!
Whatever it takes,
but I'll do it!
I don't wanna hear that anymore.
These trains, trains.
They leave, they come.
Don't wanna hear that.
Are you mad?
Shut up!
Shut up!
Right now! Shut up!
Dad!
Shut up! Shut up!
Dad!
In May, 1939
Moscow finally adopted me.
Just at the same day, when I performed
in the Large Hall of the Conservatory
in a festive concert.
But backstage there were
the same country geniuses.
And everyone was sure
that he was here to start the concert.
But that