Character: Andre

- What a beauty. <...> Oh my God, where? Are you in Paris flew?
Why? No, I bought it here in the store.
- How?
Well, for the currency, of course.
- And, Yes, of course... For our money, don't buy it.
- Oh, you idiot, I'm a nerd. I showed you that you are poor that you do not can buy.
- What are you? No, you're very generous.
- No, Sonja, you must understand, it is not important. This is all not important. It's beautiful packaging and all. You can't buy and you happy people.
Yeah.
- No, you don't understand. You are not slaves! You are not slaves of money. You may not think about them. You can think about the main thing. Love, soul, God, the universe... we're all talking only about money. The society of consumption. Buy, buy, buy.
- And we - get it, get it, get it, get it. Yes, I understand, Andryushenka, it is certainly not important. Only when it is, and when it is not, somehow, think that is the most important.

- Brought up was my mom on the classics and so she called me immediately after the two dormice.
- One moment, I'm trying to guess. First - Dostoevsky, Sonechka Marmeladova.
Wow! You're so well-read!
La Sorbonne!
And, Sorbonne.
- A second?
- And the second - Uncle Vanya.
- Chekhov. Now I remember... "We will see the night sky and we'll rest".
- Rest. And when I grew up said, well you could call me in honor of the two heroines? One of them is a fallen woman, and the other so ugly and old maid. And my mother told me that I did not understand that they could love, they could sacrifice themselves.