Dreams (Сны)

MOSFILM STUDIOS

COURIER STUDIOS FILM COMMITTEE, RUSSIA

IN COLLABORATION WITH SLOVO STUDIOS

A KAREN SHAKHNAZAROV AND ALEXANDER BORODYANSKY PRODUCTION

OLEG BASILASHVILI LYUDMILA MORDVINOVA

IN

DREAMS

What is worrying you, Countess?

A dream, Doctor.

I'm haunted by one and the same dream.

That I am working in Moscow,

in 1993,

at a canteen number nine.

A canteen?

- What is a canteen? - It's like...

a cafe, only it is dirty and full of drunkards.

Ah, it's a tavern, then. And what are you doing there?

I'm a dish-washer.

A quota worker Masha Stepanova.

I'm twenty, I live in a dormitory.

Can you recount any details of that dream of yours?

We've been robbed of 4 kilos of sugar.

Semen Borisovich hid it in a strongbox.

But the sugar disappeared.

Who is Semen Borisovich?

Semen Borisovich is our accountant.

A disgusting personality. Making advances at me.

There's also another repelling type, in a coat.

He's drunken all the time

and wants me as his mistress.

They say he's a tough guy.

What is “tough”?

Tough means... Well, a brigand.

He is going around in a big car, with hookers.

A what?

Hookers – harlots who earn dollars, francs. Never rubles.

- Why not taking rubles? - Who needs that wooden money!

Well...

Countess, you have a venus destroginus.

Nervous overstrain.

I would recommend...

a spa in the Crimea.

That's to where I'm going with my husband.

Well, my regards to your husband.

- To the dressmaker's! - Yes, Madame.

What do you think?

Wonderful.

This dress fits you exquisitely.

Thank you, Mr. Schtockman.

Could you send it to me not later than 11 in the morning?

Of course.

And what is this dress?

This is a dress of Countess Polonskaya.

What?

Varya Polonskaya?

Why didn't you offer me something like this?

She received this cut from Mons. Richard in Versailles.

You mean she'll wear it at tomorrow's ball?

I think so.

Dimitry!

Dimitry!

What happened, Countess?

Count!

I can't appear at tomorrow's ball!

But the ball is given in honor of the grand duke.

Not to be there means disrespect towards the Court.

But my ugly attire will be outshined

by the splendor of countess Polonskaya!

This is more than I can stand!

What are you talking about?

I saw her dress she is going to wear tomorrow.

Now I see. My dear countess!

You are a diamond beyond any setting! Stepan,

bring me coffee. I have to finish my report to His Majesty.

Moscow Radio.

“Dialogue-Optim” company – money transfers from Russia to CIS countries.

Maybe the mice ate it, Semen Borisovich?

The mice? How could the mice open a safe?

Why put sugar in a safe?

Everything gets stolen these days!

Wow, 4 kilos of sugar!

If...

no one returns the sugar by 12 o'clock,

I'll file a complaint.

Go on working.

Stepanova, wait.

Stepanova,

do you fancy for a video film?

- Nope. - Come on,

let's go and have some cognac.

Come on...

I'm not going anywhere.

You silly, I love you!

Hey, come over here.

Do you want to appear in a film?

- What kind of film? - About the coup.

Our sponsors is a British company.

A political thriller.

- What role will I play? - The leading one.

Our heroine, a university student,

a White House defendant.

She has a mission from President to reconnoiter

and to find out the time of White House besiege.

General Rastorguev,

a sworn Communist,

can give her the X-hour if she has sex with him.

But she is a virgin.

Her wooer – a student-democrat from philology faculty.

For the sake of democracy

she agrees to have sex with that coup fiend.

Okay?

- Okay. - Let's go to the movie set!

Yeltsin! Yeltsin!

Comrades, any volunteers for a risky mission?

Any volunteers?

Me!

What a wonderful young generation, Oleg!

Which one shall we pick out?

That girl. I think she'll do.

What is your name?

My name is Masha Stepanova.

President sends you as a scout to Division 48.

You must find out

when they are planning to attack The White House.

Come back not later than tomorrow morning.

Remember... The fate of democracy is in your hands!

Wait! Who is that?

I must see the Commander.

Hawk to Falcon. A pretty girl wants to see the Commander.

Let her through.

You want to know when we gonna attack The White House?

Yes, General.

Semen Borisovich?

I'm not Semen Borisovich.

But you are an accountant from our canteen!

I'm anything but an accountant!

I'm General Rastorguev,

Commander of Assault Division 48.

- Shall I serve the tea? - No!

Gee, you look so sweet in that mini-skirt of yours!

Okay...

I'll disclose X-hour to you...

only if you have sex with me.

Not in your life!

Not even for the sake of democracy?

- You will be mine! - Never!

- You will be! - I won't be!

- I've got you, democrat! - Let go!

I'll show you what is what!

Let go, you darned communist!

What's wrong? A bad dream?

Yes. Semen Borisovich tried to seduce me!

- What Semen Borisovich? - Accountant from our canteen.

Accountant? Canteen?

- What are you talking about? - About my dream, Count.

I was on my way to The White House

to tell President there'd be no storming.

- But Semen Borisovich-- - Did you see the doctor?

Yes. Yesterday.

- He prescribed me a spa in the Crimea. - Fine.

The sooner the better.

After I appear with my report before the State Council,

we'll go to the Crimea.

A dress from Mister Schtockman.

Aha, that very dress.

Pray, show it to me.

But it's wonderful!

Because you didn't see Polonskaya's dress!

Parasha, I want my coffee.

I need to finish my report to His Majesty.

Parasha!

Give me that dress.

You know what, Parasha...

Give me scissors.

Scissors?

Yes.

Count and Countess Polonsky!

Polonskaya is charming today.

She will be a favorite of this ball.

Let us wait for Countess Prizorova to rival her.

Count and Countess Prizorov!

You produced quite a sensation.

Look at Polonskaya.

She is going to swoon.

May I pay my humble respects to you, Your Majesty!

Yes, it's a real scandal.

A scandal it is, Doctor.

Imagine, the grand duke and his wife and the Court –

and my wife wearing that skirt!

What went into her head?

She's wearing skirts like this in her dreams.

- Those bizarre dreams. - Exceedingly bizarre.

Imagine, last night she saw me in her dream.

You know what I was doing?

What?

Peddling porno shots in Arbat street.

Yes, Doctor.

A model being my wife, in most indecent stances.

I push off that dirty material

in Arbat street,