ballerina, galina, ulanova, artist lydia smirno, comrade, then writer fodeev, who wrote to the young guard, two composer, designer, korolev, sergeis good luck. lyubochka, there is no one here, we are alone, yes, fairies, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, alone, yes, yes, here. he died, stalin died, today, listen, no one should know about this, the country doesn’t know yet, what? what, what are you, no one should know this, lyubochka, one person certainly should, leningrad. 7 42 12 anna andreevna. he died, my dear, do you have any cognac? yes, of course, yes. hello, hello, what's your name? i am a shofhanka, and you are farina ranevskaya? did i really go there? there, i will translate, i know russian. where is your mom, where is bella? where is my mom? aunt bela didn’t come, her husband got sick, and she’s dressing up a little. mom, my girl, fanny, and my father and i went to look at you, and my father went many times, buda, let me look at you here, and not on the screen, there you are so chic, free, impudent, look, father, your fanny has come to you, mother, i was at my father’s grave in denmark, where were you in denmark, father will com