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Kick it! Well done!

"But I…

with my light, deepen the world's riddles,

and as, with its white rays, the moon

lessens not, but tremblingly

deepens night's mystery,

I, too, amplify the dark horizon

with broad tremors of holy mystery,

and all that's unrevealed turns ever more unknowable

under my gaze…"

How are you?

I'm fine.

Ana?

Yes.

Say something!

Is there anything left to be said?

You already knew.

Then go. Is there anything holding you back?

Wait a sec.

What for?

You already have your things packed.

You looked forward to leaving.

It's not up to me.

-You don't know how to play football! -And you do?

-We had a few good twists! -We won!

Can we talk after class?

-I'm going home. -Then I'll see you at Roxana's.

I won't come.

If you bring that shitty wine again, you'll drink it alone.

I'll bring some wine.

Ana!

Will I have to hold your head again?

I'll clean up the mess!

-So, can I count on you? -Of course you can.

Great!

What do we bring?

Nothing. My mom already prepared everything.

Oh, we need a new rule! Geo is banned from saying jokes!

-I'll try, but I can't promise! -Yes, you do.

I really understand you.

You know how I felt when I broke up with Victor.

In two months, you'll forget about Sorin.

It's not the same thing.

You could've still seen him. What would you do if you were me?

I don't know…

but I wouldn't let myself get affected by this tonight.

I can't come.

My mom won't let me.

-I'll talk to her. -No way!

Can't you understand that I can't stand seeing him?

I can't stand seeing him anymore.

-Ana, come on. -Bye.

The spectators sense it.

The know that a month ago, Ilie Nastase…

-I'm home. -Hi!

How are you, Ana? How was school?

Like usual.

The spectators sense it.

Nastase, Nastase, Nastase!

Bucharest waits, Bucharest listen, Bucharest hopes.

Bucharest knows that only Paris has seen the Davis Cup…

It's not Wimbledon,

it's not Forrest Hills, it's not Roland Garros.

Stan Smith, with his ten rackets, and his impenetrable smile.

A first sign of concern, received immediately.

I asked you not to let your slippers in the middle of the room.

Memories start to hurt.

But Smith regains control.

This is his great weapon.

Stronger than the service and the volley combined.

Are you leaving?

Yes, I've got a meeting.

Again?

Yes. Not everybody has your teacher schedule.

Some have to work in this family.

I washed the dishes.

Sure. Two plates and one fork. Thank you so much!

Who would have imagined that Bucharest…

-Has the match started yet? -No, it yesterday's.

Today is the doubles match, it starts later.

How was school?

It was fine.

I'm going to a meeting. I won't stay long.

I left you the food in the oven.

The spectator sense, without breathing, the duel.

Look, Dad…

some classmates of mine have a get-together at Roxana's.

We'll listen to music, we'll talk.

Can I go?

We'll be there around three or four, I'll be home at eight.

Sure, it's fine by me.

But ask your mother as well.

She won't let me go. Can't you talk to her?

She will.

She won't.

If you tell her the way you told me, she will let you go.

Pretty please, talk to her.

-Are Roxana's parents there? -Yes…

No, they are on a business trip. They'll be back tomorrow.

We won't do anything wrong.

Just a few classmates listening to music.

Maybe we'll also watch the match.

Please. Can I go?

Fine, I'll talk to her.

A generation who thinks and acts according to an honest impetus,

according to a natural call

to bring about the social, political and spiritual change,

that are absolutely necessary.

It is the immutable law of evolution.

The law that is beyond the will of philosophers

and heads of government.

A law that, if fallen under the power of any political group,

the Earth would lose one of its most priceless gifts,

the pulsation of life.

And as we're confronting this idea,

of the major role that pop music started having in the modern world,

mostly thanks to the Beatles,

I remember a prediction of the English magazine, Melody Maker.

Maybe tomorrow, pop music will turn out to be a political power.

If the future belongs irreversibly to today's youth,

whose sensitivity and thinking find not only a mere echo,

but also an impetus and a guide in the pop music,

in its turn, this art unfolds on the spur of the new generation…

You won't go anywhere!

…they agree upon.

In pop music…

-Yes, I will. -This time you won't.

If you want to meet with Roxana, you can tell her to come here.

There's no need.

Ana, I'm serious, you have your graduation exam.

-So what? -"So what?"

I do study, you know!

Yeah, sure.

Believe what you want.

You're insolent. You're not going anywhere!

And not another word.

…nowadays, the underground genre has also reached

an advanced stage, becoming increasingly popular.

We'll always respectfully come back to those who were…

Ana,

please stay home this time.

Ana!

-Hello. -Hello.

Ana!

-You said you were not coming. -I changed my mind.

Come in.

I spoke to Tudor.

They'll also come earlier and bring up some vinyls.

They'll be here any minute now.

What are you doing? Gonna stay dressed like that?

No, I'll borrow something from you.

What are you gonna wear?

The green pants and a shirt.

What will you lend me?

You like this one? Is it your size?

It's a bit too large.

Let's look in my mom's closet.

-Want some brandy? -No.

Who else is coming?

Except our gang, Tibi and his new girlfriend,

and Silviu.

Silviu?

Yes. Silviu is coming too.

That's how you're gonna dance with Sorin.

I love you, Ana!

I love you. I can't live without you!

Stop it!

And now, me with Tudor.

And us two?

Look at this one.

It's okay.

Or…

This one.

If you don't like this one either, I'll send you home.

They're all nice.

Or this one that my mom wears at funerals.

And I'll also call a mourner for you.

I'll try on this one.

Want some stockings, too?

-Here. -Let me see.

Listen…

What are you doing? You don't even smoke.

I want to ask you something.

You and Tudor, when you locked yourself in the room…

Have you slept with him?

You found out Sorin is leaving for Germany and decided you love him.

I loved him before.

If it wasn't leaving,

now you would just stroll holding hands.

That's how I am, the romantic type.

But does it hurt a lot?

Not a lot. Just… a bit.

But you'll like it, believe me!

-Hi! -Welcome!

-How are you? -Fine.

Come in.

When did you have your last period?

I don't remember. Not yet.

He won't marry you just because you're knocked up.

-Those days are gone. -Chill, I'm not that naive.