"Moscow Doesn't Believe in Tears" screenplay
Text/〔苏〕B·Cerneh
Translation/Li Xiqiao
She was only seventeen years old at that time. Her waist was slender, her swollen breasts supported her tight tops, and her hips became plump, making the young men who rushed to the subway to look at her with a look of adult women.
She was walking slowly carrying a heavy box. There is a young man who wants to help her. But she pushed away his hand silently.
At the entrance of the subway elevator, she handed the ticket to the ticket inspector. There were no turnstiles at that time, so the box on the ground became a hindrance to all the people present: the passengers, herself, and the ticket inspector. So she evoked all kinds of comments: What a fool, cow horns, really no brains.
Later she got into the subway car. She noticed that the man sitting opposite seemed to be staring at her. She hurriedly tugged on her skirt, but in fact, this exhausted man had no interest in her at all. He just stared at the front blankly, trying to keep himself from dozing off.
Then she got on the crowded bus again. Every time the car arrived, some people squeezed into it. She had been squeezed further and further in from the door of the car.
"Shuiqu Station Arrived" the conductor named the station. At that time there was a conductor on the bus. This is the station where she wants to get off.
She hurried towards the back door which was relatively close to her. But a solid wall made up of the backs of many men did not move. She wanted to squeeze toward the front door again, but she couldn't make it through this side. So she had no choice but to open the way with a box: it was a hard steel cardboard box with metal corners wrapped around the corners. She pushed the corner of the box against those backs, and the back dodges abruptly.
A woman screamed and a man cursed, but she finally opened a way and squeezed out.
The car door slammed shut, cutting off those angry shouts. As the car drove away, she was left alone at the station.
In front is a small residential area. A large block of prefabricated buildings with five and nine floors. Even for the Muscovites at the time, it was still very new. Standard slab buildings have just begun to appear in Moscow.
She walked to a very long five-story building. Melodious music and singing came from the open window. Those tunes are basically national. They sang felt boots, red roses, virgin land, and dear Lenin Mountain.
There are two girls living in the room where our heroine is going. For convenience, let’s name them first: one is Maria (Note 1) and the other is Lyudmila.
Maria is a strong, dignified girl, just like too many girls in their early twenties. Such girls are almost always lucky. If anyone is planning to start a family, there will be no more ideal person: she is not a beauty, she can live as a child; she has no obvious defects, and she will not feel ashamed before taking her to the public.
Maria is ironing her clothes at the moment.
Lyudmila was lying on the bed, with a pair of wonderful legs on the back of the bed. Among the girls on stage, she can be said to be the most outstanding one. She lay under a sheet. Across the sheets, one can guess where is the slightly raised belly and where is the full breast. As for the shoulders and thighs, there is no need to guess, because they are all exposed.
At this moment, my heroine walked into the house and put the box at the door. Her name is Katerina. Why is it so called, I will explain it below.
"Hey, the female conqueror is here," Lyudmila said.
"The exam is bad?" Ma Mianya asked pityingly.
"The exam is bad!" Katerina replied.
"It's nothing," Maria said to her comfortingly, "not this time, it will do next time."
"It's like yours," Lyudmila interjected.
"I'm an incompetent person."
"You are simply a fool."
"You can't be smart people," Maria said calmly.
"Hey, how is your electrician?" Lyudmila asked. "You have slept with him, right?"
"He's not the kind of person you think," Maria replied.
"Understood," Lyudmila said, "That said, he is a bit abnormal."
"Everything is normal for him. However, he is very humble and polite. See it for yourself. He will come to me in a while and we will go to the concert."
"'Go to the concert'..." Lyudmila imitated her tone contemptuously. "You're such a fool! I have lived in Moscow for three years! Or'go to the concert'!"
"Has he not been married?" Katerina asked.
"I don't know," Maria said honestly, "it seems to have never been married."
"You should ask directly!" Katerina said.
"I'm sorry. He never asked me whether I was married or not."
"You can tell from a glance."
"You better put on your clothes," Maria said. "You are naked. What a bad idea."
"Who thinks it's bad? I think it's good."
At this moment someone knocked on the door.
"Come in," Lyudmila said.
A big, clumsy young man walked into the room about twenty-five years old.
"I'm sorry," he said, and stepped back to the door hurriedly.
"Have you always replied so shyly?" Lyudmila asked, then pretended to get up. The young man looked at her in astonishment, and quickly closed the door.
"How's it?" Maria asked triumphantly: "Sure it?"
"No—wrong," Lyudmila dragged her voice contemptuously. "But you still need to come to Moscow. Like this, you can find it in Podlenko."
Maria ignored her words and was busy changing her clothes.
"What's the rush," Lyudmila said, "Since I'm here, I'll wait."
At the beginning of the lantern, Lyudmila and Katerina were jumping on Gorky Street. They browsed shop windows one by one. In the window, the magnificent decorations gleamed brightly. Several well-built mannequins slowly revolved: the women were dressed in brightly colored jumpsuits, and the men were dressed in neat evening gowns. Lyudmila and Katerina looked slowly through the windows displaying books, famous wines, sausages and dried mash, leather goods, leather shoes, tobacco, and so on.
Katerina wanted to stay for a while in front of the window where the TV was displayed, but Lyudmila Wu walked forward. Katerina was worried that she could not be found in the chaotic crowd, so she hurried to follow.
Pedestrians are bustling with each other. The girls wore the staggering miniskirts at the time, and the boys wore brightly colored ties.
Our heroine walking down the street is also quite eye-catching. Two young men in white shirts with lapels and roll-sleeves approached them.
"Hey, girls!" one of them greeted him courageously.
"Go, go," Lyudmila scolded them.
"Why are you so fierce?" Katerina asked her quietly. "The boys are pretty good."
"Yes, it's not bad," Lyudmila replied. "Like us, the soil buns from the country can be seen from a long distance. In a word, counterfeit! They are not real."
"What is it really like?" Katerina asked with interest.
"I'll show it to you then," Lyudmila promised her.
After a while, they stood near the Argentine Embassy. A buzzing bass came from the loudspeaker.
"The Bolivian ambassador's car is coming!" A flat Ford sedan with the body almost touching the ground drove past steadily. A black-haired gentleman walked down the steps with a graceful woman wrapped in silver brocade.
The bass sounded again.
"Navy attaché... the brigadier general's car is coming...!"
There is a long, inaudible string of names in between.
"What is his name? What is his name?" Katerina did not hear clearly.
"It doesn't matter what you call," Lyudmila said with a wave of her hand. She was admiring with relish the bright electric brocade decorations on the cars, the expensive jewellery on the women surrounded by jewels, and the dazzling medals on the men’s uniforms.
"Look, this is the real one," Lyudmila blurted out.
"What is real?" Katerina did not understand.
"All of this."
"Come on," Katerina disapproved. "I watched an operetta two days ago, and the costumes on the stage are exactly the same as these."
"So you are a fool." Lyudmila said to her.
One after another brand new cars drove to the gate. Men and women got in the car one after another. They are all handsome men and graceful women. Some of the women are quite young, almost the same age as Katerina and Lyudmila.
Immediately after the glorious and busy scene in front of the embassy, we saw Katerina working in the workshop of the metal trim factory.
Dozens of punch presses stand in the workshop. Behind the punch were ten girls as old as Katerina.
The job is not difficult: put it in, pull it out, put it in, pull it out again. Katerina was stamping the base of the candlestick that was first fashionable at the time.
Suddenly the punch rolled up the workpiece. Katerina stopped the car and got into the punch.
The workshop director Peter Kuzmich Lednev observed her operation. The highly respected Lednev was honored as Kuzmich by everyone.
The punch started again. Kuzmitch walked to Katerina's side.
"Why, do you understand it by yourself?" He asked.
"What is there to study?" Katerina said disapprovingly. "We studied Combein in school, and it's even more complicated than this."
Katerina went on to work again.
Kuzmitch gave a training session to the team leader. The head of the station is a young woman who has been beaten. After working in the factory for a while, she understood a basic truth: the best way to defend is to take an offensive.
"Where did the fitter go? Where did she go?" She said in a flash, "It's not a drunk, or a second-rate. Girls don't look for a fitter, but they all come to her. What can I do? If you want to know, Her ability to read circuit diagrams is not worse than that of maintenance workers."
"What about me, I'm nothing," Kuzmitch said. "So, she should be trained as a maintenance worker."
"Then earn less."
"Encourage more mentally. Give praise and praise. You have not been dealing with women for a year or two. You know that you can't do things without praise."
"You have to have a new lathe for this."
"Well, what do you want the leader to do with the new lathe. Pay more attention to training this girl." Lednev asked.
Katerina is now living with Maria and Lyudmila, and they are allocated a larger room.
Nikolai knocked on the door and walked into the room. He is tall and solemn.
"Hello!" he said in a low voice.
"I'm ready." Maria gave Lyudmila a worried look, for fear that she would say something inappropriate. "See you Monday," Maria said to her female companions.
"Go, go, go work hard in the villa, maybe they will give you something," Lyudmila commented again.
"You, you are such a provocative." Nikolai gave her a conclusion.
"What about you, you are a greedy ghost," Lyudmila replied immediately.
"Why do you keep pestering them," Katerina said after Maria and Nikolai had left. "The two of them are sincere."
"No more sincere," Lyudmila said angrily. "I'm so annoying. These silly girls find themselves to wear shackles. Is this called life?"
"Why isn't it called life?" Katerina asked in surprise.
"This can't be called life, because everything is clear beforehand. First save money to buy a TV set, then buy a set of furniture, and then buy a refrigerator and washing machine. All this is like a national plan, twenty years in advance. It's all clear."
"How can I live otherwise?" Katerina asked.
"This silly girl just doesn't know one thing: She lives in Moscow. It's like buying a lottery. It happens to win everything. Moscow has... some are diplomats, foreign traders, scientists, artists, actors, writers, all These people are almost all men."
"So what?" Katerina couldn't figure it out at all.
"But we are women."
"So what? What do these actors and writers want us to do! They have their women."
"We are not worse than their women," Lyudmila said.
"Besides, where can I meet these diplomats and artists?" Katerina said as if analyzing the problem. "They won't come to work in our factory."
"That's it!" Lyudmila said with satisfaction. "That's the point you are talking about! The main question is: Where to find them? I'll tell you this next time. You can find it, the main thing is to find it!"
Every Sunday, Katerina still goes to Moscow alone. She wandered around the Kremlin official, carefully admiring the top of the Kremlin official tower, which was already familiar from the pictures.
Then she walked on the big stone bridge across the Moscow River.
She turned into an alley along the river bank and came to the Trekyakov Painting Gallery.
Katerina first stood in front of the painting "Three Warriors", and then stood in front of the painting "Korionushka" carefully admiring it, she was astonished. The paintings, which have been familiar from reproductions since childhood, turned out to be so huge and realistic.
Even when they visited the exhibition hall, people were in pairs: he and her. Katerina was alone. A young soldier looked at her with interest. He seemed to please her too, but the soldier didn't have the courage to approach her, so Katerina had to turn around and enter another hall.
In the evening, Lyudmila told Katerina:
"From tomorrow we will live in a unit in a high-rise building."
"What's the matter?" Katerina couldn't touch her head.
"When I first came to the countryside, I worked as a nanny in a professor's house. Speaking of which, the family's name was Tikhon Mirov. The professor came to Moscow from our Podlenko shortly after the revolution."
They took the subway to the "Red Presna" station. The professor's family lives in a high-rise building in the Uprising Square.
The mirrored elevator, which was as big as a cabin, took them to the 21st floor.
The door of a suite faces a spacious aisle, which is no less than a subway station.
That house is even more spacious. Katerina couldn't figure out how many rooms were there.
The old professor nodded at them, and continued to put things in the box. Meng De Mira started talking with the professor's wife, a middle-aged woman.
"Your job is still the same as before: watering the flowers, feeding the dog, and opening the letter box. We won't be back until November Festival."
"Can Katerina live with me too?" Lyudmila begged. "It's always more lively when two people are together."
"Does she like to be tidy?" The professor's wife was very concerned about this.
"No more love for neatness," Lyudmila promised.
In this way, Lyudmila and Katerina moved into a high-rise building. Their task is easy. Take the dog out for a walk twice a day, water the flowers, get letters and newspapers.
All these things were done this morning. Katerina leaned on the sofa, flipping through a pile of fashion magazines.
Lyudmila was sitting at the professor's desk, making a list of a dozen people. After she finished this work, she announced:
"Let's have a banquet tomorrow!"
"Ula!" Katerina agreed very much. "Invite all the girls!"
"No," Lyudmila said. "It's artists, TV stations, poets, hockey players from the second mixed team, plus one or two engineers."
"Will they come?" Katerina was skeptical.
"They will come running," Lyudmila said. "But there is a condition: you are not a molder in the trim factory, and I am not a stylist in the sixth bakery."
"Then who are we?" Katerina asked.
"We are the daughter of Professor Tikhon Mirov. I am the eldest daughter and you are the youngest. I graduated from medical school last year and now work as a doctor in the Kaschenko Mental Hospital. You are a student of the School of Chemical Engineering."
"Why do you want this?" Katerina asked. She has developed a habit of questioning since she was a child.
"You have to understand," Lyudmila said thoughtfully for a moment. "This will arouse the interest of men. Of course, if you are a student of the Textile College, for example, a future fashion designer, then it is even more ideal. That is how airy. This woman must always wear Beautiful and elegant. Men like women to engage in literate careers. All of us may suffer from disasters. It’s not bad to be a family doctor. There are also music teachers, who are educated, and can always cheer up the guests. How much money can be made for the family. People's evaluation of female construction engineers is not good. The job is rough, and the woman becomes rough. As for the scientific research institute, it is another matter. Of course, the future fashion designer It’s more interesting, but I’m worried, I’m afraid you will pretend to be different without some preparation."
"Then you can pretend to be a psychiatrist?"
"I'm much simpler," Lyudmila said nonchalantly. "You know, before I went to the bakery, I worked as a hygienist in a psychiatric hospital. I know a lot of funny stories about the lives of mental patients. I also know a little bit of terminology. I usually pay attention. If articles about psychiatry are published Come out, I always have to read it. You have to understand that the main thing is to give others a particularly good first impression."
"You can wear everything after that. You are not a psychiatrist at all. You live in the dormitory on Shuiqu Street, and you work in a bakery."
"How can it be exposed?" Lyudmi asked. "First of all, I might have quarreled with my professor dad. I wanted to live alone, so I moved to a dormitory. If you want to find out where I work, then give it a try. Now everyone is dressed beautifully. Besides, when I give birth to him, what does it matter where I worked before? Especially, if he loves me and has a child, even if he knows the truth, he will forgive him. Maybe it's still a joke."
"No, I don't like it," Katerina said.
"Whatever you want." Lyudmila didn't force her. "Then, when I introduced you, I said it was a friend of mine. Please do it, or be your molder. Maybe people will be willing to sleep with you, but you certainly won't attract people's interest. If you have a relationship with you I have to get married. I have to bother for you, and I have to teach you so that you can develop a civilized habit."
"Civilized habits are to be cultivated anyway," Katerina said. "But I am like a professor's daughter. I was born and raised in the countryside. You can tell at a glance."
"You are wrong," Lyudmila said disapprovingly. "There are only two situations in which a person’s identity can be revealed: one is that the accent of the speech is wrong, but you are fine in this regard. In other words, you are a graduate of the ten-year system. The other is to ask some stupid questions. So, you It's better to speak less."
"I won't ask stupid questions," Katerina agreed. "But if someone asks me something, I can't help but speak. I'll be mad at that time."
"Just be nonsense," Lyudmila said. "But you have to speak with confidence. This is called having a point of view. Everyone says,'This is not good,' but you just say no,'This is good,' if you have a point of view! The main thing is to do it naturally. You think I’m a little bit ashamed of not knowing, don’t you?"
"It's kind of," Katerina agreed.
"But people call this a perverse personality, and I want to stick to it."
"Then what should I insist on?" Katerina asked.
"You," Lyudmila thought for a moment. "You should be right."
"What?" Katerina didn't understand.
"You have your characteristics. You keep listening, listening, and then asking questions at first. And it's almost always a hit. I think this can be said to be a characteristic of a man's mind. Men have less mysterious elements than us. It's okay. , You can do that. Some men even like women like this."
"No," Katerina thought for a while and said, "No matter how you pretend, it won't be better than it really is. Besides, how disgusting it is to deceive people like this."
The guests were walking in twos and threes in the living room. At this time Lyudmila brought Katerina in and introduced to everyone.
"This is my sister!"
Everyone looked at Katerina.
"My name is Katerina." Katerina said.
"Hello, Kate," everyone greeted her.
"It's not Kate, it's Katerina," Katerina said.
Lyudmila watched the guests' reactions with a somewhat disturbed expression.
"So, should Catherine be more formal, more national, and more standard?" asked a young man with long hair.
"If you call it the standard name, it would be Katerina. That's how it was written on my ID. It took my father a week to convince the Director of the Public Security Bureau: Everyone calls this girl Kachka. You fill in Ekaterina, which is stupid. Why, do you want me to spend a week trying to convince you?"
"We don't want to!" everyone yelled at her. "We want to eat and drink!"
"Then quickly move everything from the kitchen!" Katerina closed with these words.
The guests took their seats. A tall young man with light hair, light blue eyes, and a fashionable dress moved away from the chair, sat down with Katerina, and smiled slightly at her.
"Rudolf Rachkov," he introduced himself by the way, and handed Katerina a snack. They met in four eyes. He has a handsome face, an elegant manner, and his hair is as in the photo in a fashion magazine. Katerina dropped her eyes suddenly.
In accordance with the usual practice of the party, everyone danced at the end.
A burly, taciturn young man asked Lyudmila to jump. Katerina and Rudolph jumped up.
"Where do you work?" Katerina asked.
"On the TV station."
"That must be fun, right?"
"It's really interesting," Rudolph said sincerely. "Today, television has an infinite vision. You know, it’s always important to know the direction. For example, when airplanes first appeared, they should be involved in aviation in time. At that time, pilots were heroes. Another example is atomic physics. Learn. Whoever enters the realm of physics in time has everything today. People who started astronautics ten years ago are unknown, but today they have become world celebrities. TV has just started today, but the future belongs to its."
"Have you studied at any university?" Katerina asked.
"There is no TV university yet," Rudolph explained. "There is no place to train experts in this area. But in the future we will have everything. Moreover, to be honest, television will completely change people's lives. There will be no more newspapers and books in the future."
"What will there be?"
"TV, everything is TV. Hey, by the way, have you been to a TV station?"
"Of course I haven't been."
"Then you come tomorrow."
"How to get there?"
"I will give you a pass."
Rudolf greeted Katerina at the entrance of Shabolovka TV station.
What a wonderful night in Katerina's life. Famous male and female broadcasters come and go in the aisle. Two women who are not too young, but still very beautiful, are leading a real marshal to where.
Rudolph is playing a cultural program. He found Katerina a seat in the front auditorium. The stage was talking witty words during the game, and she could see all this clearly. However, a woman standing on the edge of the stage distracted everyone. She held up a small sign with "Applause" from time to time, and everyone had to applaud.
Katerina saw Rudolph operating the camera. He was standing there with headphones on, chic and gentle. It is still so calm and unhurried in full view.
She didn't know that Rudolph suggested several times to the director that she took close-up shots, and the director also liked this girl who had a sincere response to the show on stage. Katerina never expected the whole country to see her at this moment.
Katerina waved a sheaf of letters into the apartment.
"The family saw me on TV, and the whole country saw me!" Katerina said cheeringly in circles in the room.
"You are amazing," Lyudmila said. "Now I'm going to the United States and China again, so you have everything!"
Lyudmila was sitting on the sofa with her head spreading and smoking.
"You can't imagine how many famous people I saw during this period of time, others will never see it." Katerina said cheerfully.
"It's nothing to see," Lyudmila said with a sullen face. "You can't see anyone in Moscow! The problem is that you have to feel that they are right next to you in bed, and it is best to be completely legal, with the ID written on it, and then the official seal. But my celebrity sees It's about to blow."
"What happened?" Katerina asked.
"My suitor didn't transfer him to the mixed team, but instead wants to transfer him to Celie Binsk, saying that he has no future, and suggesting that he change his job as a coach."
"Didn't he propose to you?"
"He's still begging now? Maybe, he can't even be a coach. Besides, what am I going to do in Celiebinsk? There will be a showdown right there. When I get to a new place, I have to arrange a job, and I will pay. Go to be a hygienist? This is not Moscow, it will be all exposed there. Forget it, let him consider it. How is your business?"
"Today he is taking me to see his parents. I'm terribly scared. What if they don't like me?"
The Lachkov family lived in a new building, a small two-room unit. In addition to his parents, there is a very young brother. After eating something, the little brother wanted to sneak into another room quietly.
"Why don't you say'thank you'?" Ratchkov's mother asked.
"It's so annoying," the little boy murmured.
"What is annoying?"
"Forget it," Ratchkov's father said.
The little boy evaded unconvincedly. Rudolph smiled tolerantly, showing that he disdains to question these things.
"What do you do after graduation?" Račkova asked with concern.
"chemical engineer."
"Is your father Professor Tikhon Mirov, a famous physicist?"
"He is famous, what does it have to do with me," Katerina replied. This answer made everyone laugh.
"But our idiot doesn't like to learn," Lachkov's father said somehow. "Just knowing to push the camera around."
"How can I say that?" Ratchkova said. "He is a very good videographer. When the TV Academy is established, he will go to correspondence classes."
"What if the TV Academy is not established?" Ratchkov's father asked.
"Anyway, it's not a serious profession, it's not much useful stuff."
"Where do you work?" Katerina asked.
"I'm a spinner, working class. They are all intellectuals. What about him, you know, pushes the camera all day long. She is the director of the nursery school. But I'm going to be kicked out."
"Then why?" Ratchkova asked.
"Because you have only received a secondary normal education. Your subordinates have received a higher education camp. No matter what tricks you do, they will overtake you anyway."
"Shall we change the subject?" Rudolph said meaningfully.
"Why change the subject?" Father asked strangely. "You brought Katerina to get to know us. Then let her get to know her."
Lyudmila was cleaning the room with a vacuum cleaner.
"When will they arrive?" Katerina asked.
"tomorrow."
"Then can you move back to the dormitory to stay overnight?" Katerina asked.
"why is that?"
"Rudolph said, why are we always three of us together."
"Okay," Lyudmila said.
"I want to talk to him straightforwardly."
"Then talk..."
As a result, only Katerina and Rudolph were left in this suite that day.
They both sat at a small table. Candlelight flickered on the table. Rudolph filled two glasses of wine.
"wish you health!"
"I wish you health!" Katerina said.
"How wonderful," Rudolph said.
"What is it?" Katerina asked.
"All of this, look, so many books, such a high ceiling. It's nice to live here!"
"Your house is pretty good too," Katerina said.
"It's not worth a dike," Rudolph said with a wave. He raised his glass: "Cheers to you!"
"For us!" Katerina said.
Katerina turned on the record player. The melodious and sweet dance music began to flicker. They danced in this spacious apartment, moving from room to room.
The two house inspectors handed back the house to the owner the next day. The professor's wife touched the bookshelves, the spine of the books and the windowsill with her fingers, and they were all spotless.
"All right," she said, "I checked it."
Professor Tikhonmirov was already buried in the piles of letters, and he waved his hand to bid farewell to the girls.
Katerina and Lyudmila picked up the packed boxes in the front hall and took the spacious mirrored elevator downstairs.
"Have you all told Rudolph?" Lyudmila asked.
"It was not done," Katerina said honestly. "I didn't find the right time... what will happen now?"
"It won't be much," Lyudmila said. "If someone calls us, Petrovna, their new nanny, will write it down. It turned out that the old woman has been sent to the country now. She has been doing this for me for three years. All paid. If the matter is urgent, the nanny will call the female dormitory manager and she will tell me. Don’t worry about it. The old saying goes well: the commander does not admit defeat, the battle is not over yet," said Lyudmi Labian picked up the box and walked towards the subway vigorously.
Rudolph sent Katerina home. She stopped in front of the door of the high-rise building. Katerina looked at her watch. It was already past twelve o'clock in the night.
"I don't understand," Rudolph said. "I call you, you are always away."
"I have activities in the students' research group. We are doing an interesting experiment, so it will inevitably be delayed. Besides, you'd better not make phone calls all the time. This will disturb my father. He is writing a book. . I’d better call you. I’m sorry, I should go now."
"Can you let me go up with you?" Rudolph begged. "Don't you have your own room alone."
"Not today," Katerina said and walked through the door.
She took the elevator upstairs, stood in the front hall for a while, then took the elevator down again. She walked out the door looking left and right, and rushed towards the subway after she was sure that Rudolph was gone.
Almost to the subway, she suddenly saw Rudolph smoking a cigarette at the entrance.
Katerina turned back hurriedly again, it was already twelve forty. Katerina has been hiding around the corner of the kiosk, waiting for Rudolph to walk into the subway. After he left, she stopped for a while before carefully walking into the subway.
Everyone gathered in the dormitory, and Maria came last.
"This time it's okay," she told everyone with a smile, "I'm going to move. Today he proposed to me." She said that and turned around in the house.
"But I'm pregnant," Katerina said suddenly.
"That's it," Lyudmila said. "We are missing this. When did this happen?"
"That's it," Katerina said. "The last time."
"So, it's almost three months," Lyudmila immediately figured out the days. "Does he know?"
"I don't know yet," Katerina said. "What should I tell him?"
"Just say that."
"Then what about those other things? I'm all telling lies, so I closed my mind."
"Nothing," Lyudmila comforted the ground. "Slowly figure it out. Get married first, and then tell him all the truth. If he loves you, he will forgive."
"What if he doesn't forgive?" Katerina asked. "I don't want to start a family by deceiving. All this is disgusting. From now on I will never deceive anyone, and I will never deceive anyone again. I will never deceive anyone again at any time."
"Then you tell him everything thoroughly."
"I want to tell him."
"Girls, this is a serious matter," Maria said suddenly, "you have to find a way."
Several mobile broadcast vehicles of the TV station drove into the courtyard of the metal trim factory.
A few TV cameras have been introduced, just like a few small cannons, and they will look even more like those long lenses.
The cameras are placed in several workshops. Among the cameramen is Rachkov.
Katerina drove an automatic truck from the warehouse to transport a relay to the semi-automatic assembly line that was stopping for maintenance. As soon as she saw the TV station's car, she became flustered. Of course, Ratchkov may not be among the TV station workers, but she still parked the truck behind the corner of the workshop, got out of the car and walked into the cabin where maintenance workers often gather.
"Kuzmitch is looking for you," she told her, "Go ahead, I've sent someone to find you twice."
Katerina shrugged in confusion, but went to the workshop director anyway. A tall, beautiful middle-aged woman was just talking to the workshop director.
"Look, it's her!" As soon as Katerina appeared at the door of the workshop director's office, Kuzmitch pointed to her and said. "Please believe me, this girl is very promising. She has the mind of an engineer now."
The woman walked up to Katerina and looked her up and down unceremoniously.
"Change a headscarf," she said, "unfasten the collar button," she said and untied her collar by herself. "Come, take a few steps and take a look," the woman ordered her. Katerina took a few steps, "Legs are good...change to a shorter overall."
"This is the director," Kuzmitch said quietly to Katerina, "now you are going to be famous all over the country."
"I don't want to," Katerina said.
"Lovely girl, I won't ask for your opinion," the director interrupted her indiscriminately. "I have already agreed with the leader, the trade union, and the Communist Youth League."
"I have no time, our fourth assembly line is shutting down." Katerina anxiously looked for excuses.
A cameraman poked his head into the room. This person, Katerina, had met on TV. Rudolph also introduced it to her.
"Where is the third camera?" the cameraman asked.
"On the second assembly line," the director said. "There are always something wrong with them. Okay, so it's arranged." The director finally made a decision. "Camera No. 3 is placed on the second assembly line, and shoot for ten seconds. Then listen to my command to stop the assembly line. Simulate a machine failure, then she will appear on the scene," the director shook his head towards Kagerina. "Who is on the third camera?"
"Lachkov."
"Tell him to let him take a full shot of the panorama she walked by, highlighting her thighs and buttocks. The audience likes to watch this. Then, she fiddled with the machine for ten seconds, and then I gave her a close-up. You still have to Say a few words."
"I don't know what to say," Katerina panicked completely when she heard Rachkov's name.
"What's wrong about this," the director said with a wave of his hand, "just say you like it here, and say you plan to stay here for the rest of your life."
"I don't plan to stay here for the rest of my life," Katerina said.
The director drew a small note from his handbag.
"Here is a model answer," she said, "Svetlana Zirizova will ask you questions. It should be an honor for you to be on camera with the broadcaster."
Katerina saw Rachkov as soon as she walked into the workshop. He is setting up a camera next to the second assembly line. She rushed to the back of the lathe and squatted down so as not to be seen by him, but this place was also quite conspicuous, and the female workers who came and went by hitting her walked by and looked at her in surprise.
"Why, are you uncomfortable?" a female worker asked her.
"Uncomfortable," Katerina replied. It suddenly occurred to her that this might be a valid reason not to be on TV. So she ran to the office to find Kuzmitch.
"I feel sick," she said, "I can't talk."
"Don't be stupid," Kuzmitch interrupted her. "The whole country doesn't want to see you, there will be many people writing letters to you soon."
She brought her overalls and headscarves. Everyone help her change clothes. The phone rang. Kuzmitch picked up the receiver.
"I want you to rehearse," he said to Katerina. "Go ahead and do it boldly."
There is no way out. Katerina made the last move. She ran into the women's bathroom and hid it.
People are looking for her in the workshop. Someone pointed to the toilet. She was almost escorted out from the inside, with the master on both sides and the section leader in front. When Katerina realized that she was powerless, she had no choice but to let it go.
As soon as she walked to the second assembly line, she saw Lachkov's stunned face. But at this moment she has put everything out of control. She did exactly as required. She shuttled back and forth between the lathes, when the assembly line stopped. She then made the appearance of troubleshooting.
Then the broadcaster Svetlana Zirizova entered the camera. She introduced Katerina to everyone with a smile on her face.
"This is Kakja Tikhonmirova," she began. "This is the only female maintenance worker in this factory. Everyone has seen how complicated the lathes in this factory are. But this Kajia girl can judge and troubleshoot any problems. Kajia, why did you choose this profession?"
"I have no choice," Katerina replied, "it's just that we have a shortage of fitters."
"But you must have chosen this factory consciously?" Zhirizova brought the topic back again.
"No," Katerina replied, "that was also out of necessity. There were beds in the dormitory of this factory, and I had no place to live at the time."
"Are you not from Moscow?"
"I'm from Smolensk Oblast," Katerina replied.
Zhirizova was a little at a loss. The interview began to deviate from the scheduled plan.
"You used to be a molder, but now you have switched to a more complex and difficult type of work, isn't that true?" Zhirizova asked.
"No," Katerina replied. "This type of work is much easier in terms of the intensity of manual labor, but the technical proficiency required here is higher."
"That is to say, you don't like to do that kind of purely mechanical work?" Zhirizova raised her interest again. "Are you willing to engage in creative work? In other words, you consciously want to be a maintenance worker?"
"I can't talk about a little self-consciousness," Katerina admitted honestly. "I still don't want to do anything, but Kuzmitch, I'm sorry, Comrade Lednev told me to let me do it. He is our workshop director and a good leader. I can't refuse him. However, generally come. That said, everyone is reluctant to be maintenance workers and earn less. There are loopholes in this area. The quota should be re-examined. For highly technical jobs, the pay should also be higher."
This has completely departed from the original plan, so Zhirizova asked one last question.
"Kajia, what is your ideal? You are probably going to continue to learn, and then return to your own factory as an engineer?"
"I've always wanted to continue studying," Katerina said. "I didn't go to university this year, and I will take the exam next year. But I don't necessarily have to come back to this factory again. I still want to go to the School of Chemical Engineering."
"I wish you success, Kajia!"
"thanks."
Zhirizova smiled at the camera. The little red light on the camera went out. She let out a sigh of relief. Katerina also walked towards her row of lathes.
The punch rolled up the blank, and Katerina looked at the scrapped parts and opened the bag with the screwdriver and spanner.
"Hello," Rachkov stood beside her. "Our meeting is really interesting!"
"It's really interesting," Katerina agreed.
"You dare to be still a heroine!"
"Why, do you think there is anything wrong with this?" Katerina asked.
"Well, I'm simply flattered!"
Someone greeted Lachkov. The broadcast has ended. The TV station staff began to pack their equipment.
"Goodbye," Ratchkov said. "Where should I call you from now on?"
"Where to fight, where to fight," Katerina replied.
"However, as far as I understand it, that phone number is a cover!"
"It's a real phone number," Katerina said. "If you call, someone will tell me."
Katerina is at the Maternal and Child Health Consultation Station. She put on her clothes in silence, and looked at the doctor—a middle-aged woman with a tired look.
"Nothing," the doctor said, "Everything is fine at the moment. Everything is normal."
"I need an abortion," Katerina said, crying.
"It's too late, ten weeks."
"I know that too," Katerina said. "But I have no other way."
"There is always a way," the doctor said. "Let the child's father come to see me."
"I don't know who the child's father is," Katerina answered deliberately.
Future mothers are sitting in the waiting room. Many of them are accompanied by husbands. These young women looked serene and composed, and sat there waiting with their chubby belly shy of pride.
"How is it?" Lyudmila asked when Katerina and Lyudmila walked out of the consultation station.
"There is no way."
"Unlucky," Lyudmila said, smoking a cigarette.
"Give me a cigarette too," Katerina said.
She doesn't know how to smoke, this is the first time she has a child. Several cars drove up to the consultation station. The men pulled the women out of the car cautiously.
Katerina and Rachkov met in the garden in the heart of Suvorov Street. They are sitting on a long chair, and they will still be sitting here sixteen years later.
"What can I do?" Ratchkov asked.
"You go and talk to your parents. Maybe a doctor your mother knows will agree to abortion."
"Come on," Lachkov waved his hand. "Why do you want to pull your parents in too."
"Then what should I do?" Katerina asked.
"I should have thought of wow," Lachkov said angrily.
"You should have thought of it long ago."
"How do I know this child is mine!" Ratchkov asked. "Everything about you is deceiving me. Maybe there are no children at all? I don't believe you."
"Forgive me," Katerina begged him. "I swear to you. I will never deceive you again in my life. No matter what, no matter when. Trust me."
"It seems that you have already had a detailed plan." This kind of thinking made Ratchkov more and more pleasing. "No," he said, "a woman who has cheated once will never be trusted in her life. I can never forgive you for this matter. You are making your own way."
"Okay," said Katerina, "maybe you are right. I am making my own mind. I only ask you one thing: find a doctor for me."
"Don't your factory have an infirmary," Ratchkov replied. "Our country cares about the health of the working people. Who doesn't know that our country's medical and health care is the best in the world." Ratchkov even became more happy as he spoke. "Well, the past, let it go. Let's go to our own future. You go to the infirmary, explain the situation to them, and they will solve it. Sorry, I should go to the show." Lachico The husband stood up and walked away. At first he walked very slowly, then he ran up, caught up with the tram, jumped on it, and in a blink of an eye, he and the tram disappeared behind the tree.
The first snow fell in Moscow. The boys piled up snowmen in the yard. The impatient person has already started skiing.
Katerina came back from get off work, took off her clothes, lay down on the bed, and turned over facing the wall.
Lyudmila is heating dinner on the electric stove.
"If I had told him all the truth at the time, it wouldn't be the case now," Katerina suddenly came to such a conclusion.
"It's the same anyway," Lyudmila retorted. "It doesn't matter if you tell him, or he knows it himself. It depends mainly on the result. But it is not completely desperate yet. I have already taken some measures..."
At night, Rachkov's mother came to the dormitory. After she entered the house, she looked around and asked:
"Well, so, Professor Tikhonmirov's daughter lives here?"
Katerina sat up and smiled pitifully. Hope rekindled in her heart: Now that her mother is here, then maybe everything can be changed. Now she is not alone in dealing with this matter.
Ratchkova didn't even take off her coat, and as soon as she sat down she said straightforwardly:
"I had a serious and frank conversation with Rudolph. He doesn't love you, but a momentary infatuation. Who didn't have it when he was young? Using the professor's residence to perform such a boring trick is disgusting." Lachkova frowned. "I can only help you with one thing: I have an acquaintance in the Medical College of Obstetrics and Gynecology. You will be hospitalized there, but the factory and your infirmary have to issue a certificate. This is the name of the dean, and the certificate is issued Give him. And, please don't call me again and make those boring threats."
"I haven't called," Katerina said.
"Then you let your friend fight."
"I have not begged anyone," Katerina glanced at Lyudmila.
"I hit it," Lyudmila admitted bluntly. "Maybe I will not only call on the phone, but also write to you and your son's work unit. You will be punished if you commit crimes," Lyudmila said almost impassionedly.
"It seems that you are the Lyudmila," Ratchkova turned around and said to Lyudmila. "You are a psychiatrist working as a stylist in the sixth bakery."
"Yes," Lyudmila answered in a challenging tone. "so what?".
"Nothing," Ratchkova replied. "I just told this story to some reporter friends. They said that they could write a good essay to praise you heroines who want to conquer Moscow."
"Where do we want to conquer something," Katerina couldn't help but say. "We just work honestly."
"Then do it well," Ratchkova said gruffly. "Just live in a dormitory. I myself lived in a dormitory back then."
"The times are different now," Lyudmila interrupted.
"The times are always the same. If you want to harvest, you have to work and earn money," Račkova raised her voice. "Our family of four live in two houses, so we are short of you and your children? No, it's not that cheap. You don't want to get a square meter!"
"Excuse me," Katerina said. "I don't need anything. Thank you for introducing me to the medical school. I assure you that I will never trouble you for anything in the future. You should leave, or you won't be able to catch the subway."
Lachkova stood up.
"If you need any help, maybe, you need money..." she said again.
"Thank you," Katerina said. "I earn a lot of wages myself."
"Goodbye, then," Ratchkova said.
"Goodbye," Lyudmila replied instead of Katerina. As soon as Ratchkova went out, she opened fire on Katerina. "Do you want to show your nobility? You have to give them something brutal to deal with this kind of burly guy!"
"Why then?" Katerina asked, "Besides, she was right. Why do people disrupt their lives because of me?"
"Then why should you raise and educate the children alone?" Lyudmila asked.
"Children will not be born," Katerina said.
Another spring has arrived. Some women are being discharged from the maternity hospital. Nicholas played the role of father. He presented a bunch of flowers to the nurse, and then took the baby in the swaddle and listened to the parting words.
"The little girl is very healthy," the female doctor said to him. "It would be great if we could let her spend the summer in the suburbs."
"That's natural," Nikolai said affirmatively. They walked towards Nikolai's dilapidated Victory car. Lyudmila and Maria waited for Katerina by the car. The girlfriends kiss each other.
Maria's swollen belly is already very conspicuous.
"It's really time to be picked up by someone else." After everyone got in the car, Nikolai complained.
"Why is that?" Lyudmila immediately asked.
"Maria should give birth in three months. Then you will be pregnant too. The three of you are in the same district. Do people think I have a large group of mistresses?"
"It's really bad for you," Lyudmila waved. "It should be happily now, our little girl is born. Let's celebrate."
A dozen people gathered in the single room set aside for Katerina in the dormitory.
The room has been arranged, there are so many things, it all seems a bit crowded. There is a sofa bed for Katerina, an old Leningrad TV set, a record player and many records. There is a beautiful nickel-plated bassinet in the middle of the room.
"Why are you buying this?" Katerina said uneasily. "How expensive this cradle is."
"It's all planned," Nikolai comforted her. "You have used up this trolley and give it to Maria. Later, Lyudmila will get married."
"Huh, I won't let you be so happy," Lyudmila waved her hand.
"Where did the other things come from?" Katerina asked.
"From all of Moscow," Nikolai said, pointing to the people present. "My relatives have sent everything they don't need."
The women all came to kiss the little girl.
"What's your name?" Everyone asked Katerina.
"It's Alexandra, take my father's name," Katerina said.
"Sit down, everyone," Lyudmila said openly. Everyone sat down. "Next program: tomorrow you will move to the villa of Nikolai and Maria."
"Come on, where is the villa," Nikolai murmured. "A place in the garden. But the house is ready."
"Nicolas and I are responsible for delivering the food," Lyudmila continued. "After returning, you have to spend a month looking after the child until the nursery can take her. I poured it into the middle of the first half month. Ben, it’s time for Maska to take maternity leave at that time and let her start learning how to cook babies in advance. Another thing is, three months later is the college entrance exam. You didn’t take the chemistry exam last year, okay? So this time, the chemistry is the same. My new friend is in charge." A solemn man stood up and nodded. "This is an associate doctor, an associate professor, he can guarantee you a good review."
"What if she fails her physics exam?" the associate professor asked.
"Then change you to a physicist," Lyudmila replied immediately.
Nicholas filled everyone with wine.
"For Alexandra... how do you call your father's name?"
"Alexandrovna," Katerina replied in silence.
"Well, to the little Moscow girl, Alexandra Alexandrovna Tikhonmirova, Ulla!"
late at night. Katerina was washing diapers. Several ropes were pulled up in the room, and pieces of diapers were hanging on them. There are textbooks and notebooks on the table.
Katerina sat at the table after washing her diapers. She wanted to study, but she couldn't get enough energy, her eyelids closed by herself. So she started to cry. She was sobbing quietly, afraid of waking up her daughter, and also afraid of waking up Lyudmila who was sleeping on the folding bed.
Katerina cried, wiped away her tears, put away her notebook, and started to wake up the alarm clock.
It was past two o'clock in the middle of the night. Katerina set the alarm clock to six, thought about it, and then set it to five:50, but after looking at the diapers, she set the alarm to five-thirty. She can only sleep for three hours.
Alert rings. Katerina pressed the button and turned over, but after a while she forced herself to get up.
She put on her bathrobe and walked into the bathroom. I took a picture in the mirror. From the face of it, this is the same Katerina from the past, but there are a few wrinkles in the corner of her eyes, and a few gray hairs are exposed in the thick hair as before.
When she came out of the bathroom, she was totally different. The obvious wrinkles are gone, and a single gray hair is gone. Dark brown hair curls naturally, and her wig is excellent.
This is a two-room apartment. There are some sturdy and durable furniture in the room, despite the standard style. Katerina walked to the other room, where her sixteen-year-old daughter Alexandra was still asleep.
Katerina lifted her up and put her on the floor. Alexander curled up, preparing to sleep like this.
Katerina quickly put the quilt into the drawer, put away the sofa bed, opened the window, and walked into the kitchen.
Alexandra felt a cool breeze coming in, and she wanted to climb onto the sofa bed again to sleep, but there was no bedding.
"Huh, wait," Alexandra said angrily, but had to get up.
Katerina was reading her notepad while drinking coffee in the kitchen.
"When are you coming back?" Alexandra asked.
"I don't know," Katerina replied briefly. "It looks like it's going to be very late."
"So, can I invite the girls tonight?" Alexandra asked.
"Boys can also come," Katerina said.
"That's just enough," Alexandra said.
Katerina went to her room to get the key and handbag, and went back to the kitchen.
"I know," Alexandra said first. "Lunch is in the refrigerator: concentrated instant soup, fried steak, canned fruit. I wash the dishes."
"Well, goodbye," Katerina smiled slightly.
"Goodbye," Alexandra also smiled slightly.
Lyudmila finished her morning tea. She lives in a set of small units. A large bed occupies half of the room. This bed was placed in the middle of the room for some reason, so it became the main furnishing in the room. Lyudmila put on his coat and walked out of the building. Ignoring the condemning eyes of the women in her neighbourhood, she walked towards the bus stop while smoking a cigarette.
As usual, the bus station in the early morning is crowded. When the car came, it was already full, and you had to charge to get in. This is a newly built residential district in Moscow. Obviously, the bus is not enough.
Lyudmila desperately squeezed into the car that had just driven, but people squeezed her out. So she walked forward along the road and intercepted the first Volga car she encountered.
"Go to Holosevka," she said. "Arrive before eight o'clock, I will pay three rubles."
Katerina came to the courtyard and walked to the side of the Shiguli car. She inserted the start key and the engine spun up. Katerina increased the throttle and listened carefully to the sound of the engine. She felt something was wrong. She turned off the engine, groaned, and started the car again. She made a sharp turn and the car drove off abruptly. She barely slowed down, and drove out of the alley to join the traffic on the road. She drove behind a covered truck for a few seconds, then looked at the rearview mirror, and quickly began to overtake the front.
Now her car is driving on the leftmost lane, quickly overtaking the cars on the right. The male drivers looked at her with some horror on their faces. One of them wanted to compete with her, but soon fell behind. Besides, it's almost at the highway vehicle checkpoint.
As we approached the checkpoint, Katerina slowed down slightly. As she drove past the guard box, she rushed to the guard and smiled slightly. He also smiled at her, but he still used the baton to alert her, then turned and stopped the car that was competing with Katerina.
Maria and Nikolai were sitting in a very crowded bus.
"I bought a car," Maria complained. "It can only be used once a week. Not necessarily. Why is this?"
"You don't know, there's no place to put the car!" Nikolai said defensively.
"Come on, nothing else, no place yet?" Maria disagreed, "There is a place on the construction site."
"Why, you forgot," Nikolai asked her, "Did the dump truck scratch my right fender last time?"
"So what?" Maria asked him. "Do you want to make your car a new life?"
"Don't be a new life," Nikolai said. "But I have used that Volga with my father for twenty years."
"It's pretty long," Maria replied contemptuously. "My grandfather's leather boots were worn for a lifetime, but my father wore them later."
"I don't see anything wrong with this," Nikolai replied calmly.
Katerina drove the car through the door of the Evolved Fiber Joint Factory and slid to the door of a workshop.
In the workshop, a group of people in light blue overalls are digging into the internal structure of a device.
"Hello," Katerina said.
"Hello, Katerina Alexandrovna," everyone answered her respectfully.
"How is it?" she asked.
"It's a waste product," everyone replied.
"Where is the factory station?" she asked.
"The same goes for the factory station," everyone replied.
A young man with tousled hair suddenly threw the screwdriver aside angrily.
"The ghost knows," he almost shouted. "What a new device! Like this, the Japanese eliminated it last year. It is now outdated. When we get the craftsmanship right, it will become old."
"Don't worry," Katerina said, picking up the drawing. "Let's study and study..."
Katerina drove the car on the Moscow street. There was a man standing by the newsstand near the Srezhinsky Arch. Katerina stopped the car, and the man immediately got in and sat beside her. He leaned over to Katerina to kiss her, but Katerina sat upright with all concentration, so the kiss seemed very clumsy. He seemed to peck Katerina on the cheek.
"You seem to be in a bad mood?" he asked.
"I'm in a bad mood. What?" Katerina asked, "Can you help me?"
"It depends on what's going on," the man said.
"Thank you," Katerina said.
They drove through the city center, turned into an alley, and stopped in front of a nine-story building with prefabricated panels. This building stands tall like a skyscraper in the middle of an old four-story building built at the beginning of this century.
They took the elevator upstairs. Katerina opened the door. They walked into a small two-room house full of bookshelves. In addition to books, there is a narrow sofa, a few chairs, a table, a TV and a radio in the room.
Katerina sat down at the table. The man wanted to hug her, but Katerina had no response to it. The man was sullen.
After a while, Katerina started to make the bed. The man began to undress, but Katerina sat down at the table again.
"Well, what's the matter with you?" the man asked.
"Nothing," Katerina said. She looked back at the man lying on the bed.
"What happened?" the man asked.
"A new device in our factory can't be used," she said. "My Saska is not good enough to study, and my house should be repaired. My mother is sick, so I should take her to me, the universal in my car. The shaft sound is wrong, you need to change it quickly..."
"Do you think of all these things at this time?" the man said, feeling humiliated.
"So when should I think about these things?" Katerina asked him. "Anyway, I'm tired of all this."
"What are you bored with?" the man asked.
"All of this," Katerina replied. "I'm tired of secretly meeting in other people's homes. I'm tired of borrowing keys from my girlfriend for two hours. I'm tired of doing everything by myself. Why should I always do everything by myself?"
"But, you have to understand..." the man started.
"I don't want to understand anything," Katerina said angrily.
"But we're all done," the man said patiently. "I have to wait until my daughter finishes tenth grade and enters college. I can't hurt the child. I have to wait..."
"In the future, you will have to wait for her to marry, and then wait for her to give you a grandson. Then your wife will get sick, and if your wife is sick, you can't give up. Then we all deserve to die."
The man was silent. Katerina stood up, put on her coat, and threw the key on the table.
"You will put the key in the mailbox later," she said and left.
The man, half naked, watched her get into the car from the window, and drove the car abruptly.
At night, Katerina drove the car to the factory again. She walked into the workshop. The test device has been disassembled. The surroundings are full of parts and various tools. The fitters are disassembling the reactor.
"Still not working?" she asked.
"No," everyone answered her.
So Katerina also put on work clothes.
late at night. Katerina returned to her home. Before she took off her coat, she went straight to her daughter's room. Alexandra is lying in bed reading a book.
"How is it?" Katerina asked.
"Very good," Alexandra replied.
"All right," Katerina said.
"Finally said a few words," Alexandra said.
Katerina walked back to her room. Alexandra listened. It's quiet in mother's room. Suddenly, there was a low sob from the room. Alexandra got out of bed, walked into her mother's room, and saw Katerina sobbing. She buried her head in the pillow and sobbed, her shoulders shrugged, sobbing almost silently, which made people feel that she was crying more sadly.
Early autumn. Some people going to the villa on holiday rushed out of the electric train. Some middle-aged men and women carry large bags, small bags, net bags, and carry pockets.
There are also some young people with guitars, tights and short-sleeved shirts. The short-sleeved shirts are printed with strange patterns, patterns, and even news in the newspaper.
As soon as a girl walked off the platform, she hurriedly took off her short-sleeved shirt and began to take off her tights. The old women looked at her condemningly, while the men looked at her with relish-to see if she stopped there.
The virgin nature is filled with the sound of modern civilization in a moment: the melodious guitar sound, the music of the semiconductor radio, the noise of trains passing by, and the whistle of cars. Groups of tourists coming off the electric train were walking in the residential area. They passed a villa, and several women were working in the fence. Although they are in their early thirties, they still look very young. This is our heroine Lyudmila, Maria and Katerina.
Maria is cooking lunch. The rest are picking apples.
Katerina stood picking apples under an apple tree. She put the apples into the basket very carefully.
Nicholas was sitting on another apple tree, and Lyudmila was standing under the tree with a bucket.
"Shall we shake it?" Lyudmila had an idea.
"I'll shake it for you," Nikolai frightened her. "If an apple falls on the ground, it can't be preserved."
"Nothing can be kept for long," Lyudmila retorted. "You always live by the rules, are you well maintained? Your hair is all white, and your tops are out." Nikolai did not say a word. "Hey, you refute, you can say:'You, you are not young anymore!'"
"Why do you want this?" Nikolai said. "You have become accustomed to talking with thorns. In fact, you are very kind-hearted. It's just that your life goal is not the right choice."
"Then what is the right choice?"
"You always want to marry a king."
"I never thought about marrying a king. What can I do to find a king in the Soviet Union? Now, I would rather marry a general. Once, I was walking on the street of Suryanka and a black Volga drove up. , There are the general and the general’s wife. What’s so great? I can also be a pretty good general’s wife."
"If you want to be a general's wife, you must first marry a lieutenant. Then you can spend twenty years with him on the border, in the virgin forest, and in the desert."
"You really hate you," Lyudmila said. "Everything is straightforward. But you can win the lottery in life. I have always been buying lottery tickets."
"Have you ever won the lottery?" Nicolas knew.
"Then need to say! Two times I got three rubles."
Katerina helped Maria set the table.
"Why didn't you invite Victor Sergeyevich with me?" Maria asked.
"Useless," Katerina waved. "Coward, we blew it thoroughly."
"Well, I should also forgive him. He has a good status, so he must be scrupulous."
"What does this have to do with status?" Katerina retorte
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