:45:03
I'll move you a bit.
Sorry. Fine. Thanks.
:45:08
Just a little bit. Good. Thanks.
:45:11
No, I can't do like this.
I'll move you a bit... Sorry.
:45:15
Just a little bit, or I'll fall down.
Now it's good.
:45:26
Oh, God!
:45:29
As I think that tomorrow I'll have to
deal with the melons, I wish to die.
:45:35
- At last our wishes coincided.
- It's no big deal for you.
:45:39
Everything will be all right with you.
You'll be playing your piano again.
:45:45
- In a prison amateur contest?
- Someone will help you out.
:45:48
I'm not a soloist.
:45:51
And not a prizewinner either.
Just playing to someone's baton.
:45:54
It's better than carrying trays.
:45:56
When I was left alone, with no husband
:45:59
and no profession, with a child on
my hands...
:46:02
But now it's all right. I work like
God.
:46:08
You know, when I lie down at night,
after a hard day's work,
:46:15
everything starts to spin before my
eyes: Trays, trains,
:46:21
customers, passengers.
:46:24
It's so awful! But I survive.
:46:30
I'm hungry. It smells so good
from your bag.
:46:34
You know, I haven't had a crumb
for the whole day.
:46:38
- You know what? Let's eat.
- All right.
:46:41
Well, let's see what I've got today.
Give me a hand.
:46:48
What do we waitresses usually get?
Only garnish.
:46:53
What the customers leave on their
plates. But we give it to pigs.
:46:58
The kitchen never shares with us.
They work only for themselves.