Courier (Курьер)

A Mosfilm Studios production

The Moscow District Court

has studied Civil Case No.2. 688/6:

Lidia Miroshnikova vs.

Fyodor Miroshnikov.

The aforesaid parties were married in 1967

and have one child, Ivan born in 1969.

The plaintiff requests the Court to

dissolve the marriage on the grounds that

her husband loves another woman.

The defendant does not contend the suit.

- Give me a hankie. - I don't have one.

That's very kind of you. I have one.

I'll be waiting for you at the bus stop.

We'll go to the Zoo and the Planetarium.

Okay, Mama.

Good-bye.

Your mother is an angel.

I'm sorry it turned out this way, old boy.

Relax, Dad.

I hope we'll be seeing a lot of each other.

She's got class.

D' you really like her?

Natasha! Come over here.

This is my son, Ivan. This is Natasha.

Pleased to meet you. Congratulations.

Your dad's told me a lot about you.

I can just imagine.

Nothing bad, old boy.

Take care of him. He has an ulcer.

My mom brews herbal tea.

I can copy the recipe for you on the q.t.

Thanks. That'll be great.

I have to go.

- Come visit us, Ivan. - Sure.

My dad, a construction engineer,

soon went off to work in Africa.

I finished school and began my adult life.

THE MESSENGER

Based on a story by K. Schakhnazarov

Starring

Fyodor Dunayevsky

Anastasiya Nemolyayeva

Oleg Basilashvili

Inna Churicova

Featuring

Svetlana Kriuchkova Alexander Pankratov-Chorny

Vladimir Menshov Alevtina Evdokimova

Evdokia Urusova Vladimir Smirnov

Tell us, young man,

when did Kiev Russ adopt Christianity?

Kiev Russ?

You don't know that, either.

I've never been good at dates.

Why'd you decide to become a teacher?

My mother teaches history at a technical school.

She said: "Apply to a teacher's college.

"So few boys do. You'll have a chance."

We're short of boys, but not that hard up.

I see. I just didn't want to argue with her.

- Six clubs. - Whist.

You don't have a single trick.

- I pass. - What? Play!

That's stupid, Mikheyich.

Shut up, Ivan. We're playing for stakes.

I want to get a job at the vegetable store, Bazin.

Your dad works there, doesn't he?

Yeah, he's a loader.

Could he put in a word for me?

I'll ask him.

Why there? D'you like carrots?

It's close to home. I'll be called up soon anyway.

Why'd you lie to your father?

"Congratulations on being accepted.

"What a surprise.

"Awaiting great discoveries. Papa"

I wanted to make him feel good.

Feel good! You dunce!

Darwin wasn't much at first, either.

But he didn't hang out with bums all day.

It's time you got a job.

I'm going to work at the vegetable store.

Bazin said he'd help.

Your friend Bazin is an idiot.

It's easy to call a person names.

Listen to his history paper:

"The peasant serfs

"were angry when they found out

"about the Tartar invasion."

Were they supposed to be happy?

You just said that to hurt me.

You're always trying to hurt me, just like your father.

You enjoy tormenting me.

You're cruel and heartless!

If I were Dad, I'd have left you, too.

Why d'you hate me, Ivan?

Stop crying!

Stop, or I'll burn the house down!

I found you a job.

- Nothing less than a Minister? - Practically.

As a messenger for "Cognition" magazine.

I always dreamed of being an errand boy.

You're really lucky, then.

Fill out the application and write your autobiography.

Including your family,

schooling-

- Can I sit here? - Yes.

All done? Let's see it.

"I was born in Languedoc Province in 1668, the son

"of an impoverished, though ancient, "noble family.

"My father, le duc de- "

De Brissac.

"- fought in M Laval's regiment and was wounded

"by a spear during the siege of Montfer... ferrat,

"while hoisting the king's standard.

"I resided in the family castle until the age of 17.

"Thanks to my mother, Baroness de Monjou,

"I received a decent education.

"Now, desirous of serving my country in battle,

"I wish to be enlisted in His Majesty's

"Blackguard company."

Rewrite it.

- I was just joking. - So I see.

This is Ivan, our new messenger.

Hey, he's not bad.

I'm Zinaida Pavlovna.

I'm Stepan Afanasyevich, the editor.

I'm Ivan Panteleimonovich.

You mean your father's name really Panteleimon?

- What's wrong with that? - Nothing.

I want to remind you that a messenger's duties are:

sorting and delivering letters

and running business-related errands.

He is not to be sent

out for cigarettes

or purchases.

Got it, old boy?

- What's so funny? - That's what my dad calls me.

There's something of a father in each of us.

Of course, but he doesn't live with us now.

- I'm sorry. - For him or for us?

Here's your first assignment.

Take this article to Prof. Kuznetsov.

He's a big name in education.

Ever see "School Chums" on TV?

Get going! He's waiting for it.

Bazin!

Why aren't you at school?

I'm excused from P.E. I'm going skate-boarding.

- Come on. - I have to deliver this.

You can deliver it later.

Watch out!

Faster!

Head towards Mosfilm!

PROF. S. P. KUZNETSOV

- Who d'you want to see? - You.

I've been in love with you since the 1st grade.

I started school in Leningrad.

It wasn't you, then.

Actually, I have a ms for Semyon Petrovich.

A crazy guy's brought you a manuscript, Papa.

Send the scoundrel in. He's kept me waiting 3 hours!

I'm not a scoundrel.

Take off your shoes.

- My socks, too? - You can leave them on.

Give me some slippers.

- Who're you? - A messenger.

I wasted 3 hours because of you.

Here's your manuscript.

Show him out, Katya.

I'm in no hurry.

I'd appreciate a cup of tea.

- You're crazy. - What's so crazy?

I'm hungry and asked for a cup of tea.

- What's wrong with that? - Actually -

Take him to the kitchen and pour him some tea.

- You're all right. - What d'you mean?

- You've a good figure. Nice legs. - I take after my mother.

- I'd like to meet her. - She'll be in later.

I had this real cool teacher.

She was stacked.

One day she ran a science film

for our physics class.

I was in the last row.

She sat down beside me. It was dark. I got excited -

And moved closer.

She acted like she didn't notice.

When I put my arm around her, she said:

"See me after class, Miroshnikov."

I did.

Her breasts were heaving.

She fell into my arms.

Imagine that.

I had a crush on a teacher, too.

He was very handsome.

What happened?

I wrote him a letter, but he never answered it.

I'm a girl. I couldn't throw myself at him.

Sure. What d'you do?

I'm a freshman at the University.