The Twelve Chairs1970

Ostap Bender:
Listen, tell me. Tell me. Who lived here in the old days?

Tikon:
Oh, in the old days was my master: Ippolit Matveyevich Vorobyaninov. He was a Marshal of the nobility. I loved him. He hardly ever beat us.

Ostap Bender:
Oh, and whatever became of your "lovable master"?

Tikon:
One night about ten years ago was a fearful noise. It was bombs and cannons and soldiers shooting. It was terrible, terrible!

Ostap Bender:
Oh, yes, I think it was called "The Revolution".

Tikon:
That was it: The Revolution... You're smart! You're smart and you're gorgeous. You're okay. Anyways... they all run away.

Ostap Bender:
Well, come on, old boy. Let us see how drunk two Russians can get on one ruble.

Tikon:
I like that: two Russians, one ruble!