Character: Volodya Sharapov

We do not really know the value of our gifts. A hundred years ago, far from here, in the city of Paris, there lived a student-musician who was very fond of the girl. But this girl somehow got married to his friend and student gave them to the wedding March, which he wrote before the wedding in the Church honoré, St-Prex, - money for another gift still had no...
- What?
- He presented the gift to brides all over the world.
- What was the name of the student?
- His name was Felix Mendelssohn-Bartholdy...

- And why to play then?
- "Murka"!

And it was not you, I say son of a bitch, - intent on the attack?

- Are you happy?
- Happy, the war is over, so much to do...
- You know, at your age I was happy too. It was a great happiness. And then it somehow decreased, decreased... Decreased and became very small, small. As a kidney stone.

... but each time continued to be surprised how much people spend to look, not who they are in life really...

Well, you did have me a woman is intelligent. For that and appreciate.