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LENFILM
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NIKKOLO PAGANINI

Part One

The ancient Italian
town of Genoa is spread

over the hilly shore
of the Mediterranean

The streets are a creative combination
of the modern age and the ancient

Genoa is the hometown
of Christopher Columbus

The town of Garibaldi and the great
Italian revolutionary Giuseppe Madzini

Two hundred years ago Nikkolo Paganini
was born in Genoa

This date is widely celebrated
in the hometown of the great musician

In an old Genoa neighbourhood
like this one, in Black Cat street

there was the home
of Paganini's parents.

Nothing has remained of the narrow
canyon-like side-street or the tiny house

In their place are modern buildings
of companies and banks.

The memorial board which has been
taken from the house wall

Is now in the museum of San Augustino.

Paganini's violin rests in the Town Hall,
according to his will

The famous Il Cannone Guarnerius

The meeting hall

Behind this door
Paganini's violin is kept

Next to it is an urn with a handful
of the ashes of Columbus

The ancient instrument
stays mysteriously silent

But on special occasions,
the great honour of playing

Paganini's violin is
granted to modern musicians

Genoas Mayor opens the safe

The notary examines the precious violin

The Mayor hands the violin to the
renowned USSR musician Leonid Kogan

The last time Paganini touched
this violin was on the day of his death.

Nice. 26 may 1840.

3 am in the morning

I am present at the
demise of Nikkolo Paganini

There is a smile on Maestro's lips

Or maybe a grimace of
the approaching death.

Yet I cannot believe that the Maestro
will no longer be alive

Let me through

Well, is he dead yet?

They say. But who knows

Lord Jesus Christ, Forgive his sins

Sinners like him aren't forgiven.

I know for sure that he has a child
with a singer.

Excuse me please

The order of Jesus

Did he repent?

No, he died without
saying the name of Christ.

Ahill, pray for your father.

Did they find it?

In the name of the Law.
May I see Baron Paganini?

I am listening.

Who am I adressing?

The secretary of the Maestro.

Sir Paganini is fined 50 thousand franks
for failing to come to the Kings Court.

He must immediately report
to the local prefecture.

From where he will be escorted to Paris

Where he will be imprisoned
for a duration of...

Paganini has died.

You can see for yourself.

In the name of the law

Reads: I ask the Capuchin Fathers to
serve a mass in the memory of my soul.

I leave my violin to the town of Genoa

where it must be kept forever

He has died without repentance.

Well

What do you say?

The Capuchin Friars will not serve
a mass in memory of his soul

I am not interested in Masses

All his money will end up
owned by the Order, his son

Ahill Paganini will be under
our constant observation

That will be the concern of others

His inheritance consists of intelligent
teachers, apart from two million

You won't manage.

But my service of many years constitutes
my devotion to the Order, Holy Father.

Of course. One swears in devotion
when is unable to cope with a task.

Paganini Niccolo

Born in Genoa, 27th October, 1782

Died?

27 May, 1840

In Nice

Yesterday

Leave

A lot is written by your hand here

Well yes, you used to play music too

Yes, in my youth

Atheism is overtaking the world

Soon the earth will be
bound by steel roads

The sky will be obscured by smoke

The Jesuits have been deciding
the fates of nations for three centuries

The mere mention of the Order made
both kings and peasants quiver

To take so much trouble
with one violin player

I did all that was possible, Holy Father

I followed him all my life

Yes, cut-off strings,
shameful messing around, the press

Holy Father

Allow me to retire

One does not leave the Order

Take a copy and return it

Ensure the body is embalmed

A long journey awaits the violin-player

Little Paganini will need to sacrifice
millions to bury his father

Write

The ashes of the heathen sinner
Niccolo Paganini

must not find peaceful
earthly place anywhere

It will never be buried in the ground

Nor in a cemetary, or a private land,
or state land

Nor in the wood, field, village or town

In no country where
there are signs of the Cross

the Cross of Chirst. Amen

We will not allow
sacrilige in our cemetary

Damned be the digging of this grave

They will tear my head off

Devil take it!

Here

Lower it. Lower it!

Julio, what do they want?

Scoundrels. Nothing.

Pay no attention

A mob.

There will be no burial

Quiet

You are in a cemetary, not a pub

Go to your homes

I am the lawyer of the deceased,
Luigi Djermi

We have the permission of the Mayor

There is a ban from the Bishop

Just as I expected

I will go to the Bishop

Heed my advice, Gentlemen

Burn the body and secretly
dispose of the ashes

Days, weeks and months go by

We continue our sorrowfull journey

As if there is an evil relentless force
driving us across the planet

And nowhere can the ashes of
Paganini find their rest

The ashes of the heathen
sinner Nikkolo Paganini

Must not find an earthly resting
place anywhere

Let it never be buried in the earth

Two years passed since
the Maestro's death

We are sailing to the shores of Italy

To Genoa

Maybe the soil of homeland
will give refuge to its great son

Respected Senoras and Sinorinas!

The rumours about the death
of our great compatriot are a lie!

Maestro lives! Maestro has returned!

To his hometown of Genoa!

My God, it is him

My Dear, I read of his death with
my own eyes in the newspapers.

Gentlemen, don't trust newspapers -
they always lie

I would give half my life
to see him one more time

Death, resurrection -
some kind of sorcery!

Imposter!

Curtain!

Damn!

Diono Macciarelli, the guard

Ian Frantishek

Senor, the people of Genoa
do not like being lied to

You need to leave this town
as soon as possible

My first train leaves at 6 a.m.

Wait here.

Do not appear in the streets again

There is a likeness with the Maestro

Only at a distance

What did you need this trick for?

It's the money, isn't it?

Money? It is impossible to explain

I wanted....

To understand the soul of the Maestro

To become him just for a moment

To understand the soul of the Maestro

He did not allow anyone to touch his soul

You knew him?

We grew up in the same street

Really?

I know so little about
the years of his youth

Do you know a lot
about his later years?

I read everything written about him

Yes, I studied every line about him

Here. Paganini in his carriage,
at social events and concerts

Physiological remarks on Paganini

The life of Nikkolo Paganini in Genoa

I know everything about him,
almost everything

A word said is a word of lies

We grew up on the street
of the Black cat

If it is not too much trouble,
tell me about it

Very well.

I will tell you.

Thing is, Sir Violinist, that he was
a gambler since his youth

He was a gambler
with a Devil's luck.

As far as I know,
this consuming fire

took over his soul
after the deal he made.

So you know about the contract as well?

I do not know the most important thing

How was the contract made?

No, don't laugh!

There was indeed such a contract!

How curious!

What did women always
love him for so much?

For what?

He was ugly and they still loved him.

Yes, he loved women a lot too.

Prostitutes in ports, countesses

Singers

It was all a woman's fault

There - see what a certain French
author writes

His contemporary.

A certain wealthy senora was
terribly in love with the Maestro.

But she knew he would not
belong to her entirely

while his violin is with him,
his guarneri del gesu.

So the beautiful senora swore
to set fire to his violin

I remember

This terrible Novella

And then one night

In the Casino, Maestro gambled
untill he was bankrupt

Your game is over, Senor violinist

Bet on your violin, musician

What value do you place upon it?

It is priceless.

When he came to his senses,
Maestro rushed after the thiefs

He ran down the
marble stair-case and

found himself in a
garden lit by lightning

Yes, that's right.

Senora let out a moan
and fell into the dewy grass.

Romantic, isn't it?

Romantic.

But you would not deny
that Maestro went to

prison and that is where
he discovered the secret

Yes, yes

Listen

When the Senora found
out, that Maestro is behind

bars, she was consumed
by grief and desperation

As a sign of forgiveness and submission,
she returned the violin to him

through a certain monk

Very well, very well.
It seems new details are illuminated

Let me know my friend, do you
know the name of the monk?

No

And I know.

Tell me, I beg you.

Niccolo, but how will you play?

Three strings have been torn.

All the better.

I've long dreamt of trying with just one

Is it possible to play on one string?

It is possible to play
without any strings at all.

Your humble servant, Sir.

God, where did he come from?

He came to tell me his stories.

And I tell him mine

Stop it, Nikkolo, cats
can't have stories.

I am sorry for you, mate.

You cannot hear.

"I do not like all this,
Niccolo" - I said to him

Send him to the Devil!

He doesn't like it when the Devil
is mentioned in front of him.

Then I made the sign of
the Holy Cross in secret.

Listen, you told me this story
as though you were there yourself.

He did not tell you how
the contract was made?

You want to know how it is done?

Yes

Very well.

I will tell you everything

Nothing happened.

Nothing

There was no violin lost in a bet,
no sword shining in the moonlight

There was no prison

Do you mean to say that...

I mean to say it is all nonsense

Invented by contemporaries

Nonsense

Lies

But the crux of the matter is that
maestro himself was a great story-teller.

He loved to fool
simpletons like yourself.

There was always a secret -
the secret of his music

Don't be afraid, come.

He was a devilishly good player!

So, the Devil was present after all,
Sir Contemporary?

He is not spoken of in the past tense
- he was present and is.

He does not appear to those
like you and me

Thank you

For you the Devil would
not have given a penny

You have tired me out, Senor.

You have tired me a lot.

Mediocrity.

Customs search

Put it down

Here rest the remains
of the great Paganini

We have received the permission
to bury Maestro in his Homeland.

Papers

The coffin has to be opened.

Julios, what does he want?

Let's go, Ahill.

I do not understand

What do you want, dear Sir?

I am obliged to check
what is inside it.

In a coffin there should be a body,
and only a body

Yes?

What do you think I found in a similar
coffin last week? Smuggled goods!

Two thousand cigars.

I hope you are smoking one of them.

Dear Sir, you will have to obey me.

Open it!

Yes, Sir.

Don't you dare!

Don't you dare!

My Father is Paganini

Scoundrels! Villains!

They won't dare to do it!

Search the box.

Sometimes it seems
to me, Maestro, that this

is all just one of
your fantastic stories.

Some kind of morbid joke.

I imagine that one day you will get up
out of the coffin and laugh at us all

For the first time, dear Smidt,
I died when I was four years old.

I had mumps.

Suddenly, convulsions have begun.

My mother said, that I suddenly
went quiet and straight

I did not come to my senses
for twenty-four hours

I was wrapped in shroud.

And then, to everyones surprise,
I sat up in the coffin

After that, I died several times.

Every time I was resurrected

This gives me the sad idea
that I am immortal.

The sad idea?

Life is a sad endeavor,
my dear friend.

You have achieved everything
a man can dream of.

What if I am not myself?

My ashes have long been mixed
with the earth, and before you

stands a blood-thirsty criminal
who sold his soul to the devil.

Enough lying!

Get out!

I have read all that the journalists
write about you.

Terrible people.

Senor Paganini, in this life story there
will only be the events you told me,

I will change a single word.

I hope my work will protect you.

I doubt that, Professor.

- Let us continue?
- Yes, let's.

- I have half an hour until my rehearsal.
- To work!

Except death, what is your most
striking childhood memory?

The bells

Excuse me?

In Genoa, on the Black Cat street
where we used to live,

Not a cheerful area

I grew up a skinny unwell child, but
my Mother loved me more than the others

Based on dreams and mystic clues, she
was sure I would grow up to be special

I remember once she said - do everything
for your name to become immortal Niko

Senora Theresa Aribacharda
was not mistaken, Maestro.

I do not know,
it is not for me to judge.

What can you say about your Father?

Excuse me, but I heard that...

Urbino, do you remember old Antonio?

- I do remember.
- I am full of gratitude for him.

He used to beat you thoroughly!

He was patient and kind!

Write...

My father was kind and patient

Running off again! It's enough
for a father to leave for a minute

When a son starts to be idle again!

I am listening.

Listening to whom?

To the bells.

You are lying.

I can't hear anything.

They sing.

Allright... Enough, I told you
to play untill lunchtime.

I am tired.

Whether you are tired or not,
I know better. Come on!

Idle animal!

Wait Niccolo!

Understand, you must win with
your violin all that I have lost

All that I have lost in my life,
understand?

Remember... remember!

Eat, Biadgio

Eat, Niko, eat

Senor Son will wait for his dinner

But, Father

It is easier to work
on an empty stomach.

It's allright, Niko

- Stand up!
- Father, please!

Silence, Theresa!

Quiet, you lot!

Senor Son, you will eat once
you have done all your exercises.

What is for the second course?

The second course?
Grapes with boiled rice.

Excellent.

Nothing is healthier and tastier
than grapes with boiled rice, right?

Delicious! Delicious! Delicious!

Antonio!

Antonio! Let him go!

You will eat when you have
learnt your exerices, that's how it is.

Everyone outside!

Antonio, stop it.

You can see everything from there.

Listen

You will kill him in the end

Or he will kill me

Jesus and Holy Mary! He is so weak

God, help my poor boy

Do not leave him

He is so weak

What tricks he is playing

Have you ever heard anything like that?

For someone to curse using a violin
like that is a real miracle.

Amazing!

He is the weakest one of
all our children.

I pray for him day and night.

Keep on praying then. I always marvel,
where does such talent come from?

Devil take it!

You know, he will make
his name immortal.

Yes, that is how it will be.

Have you noted that down,
dear Professor?

My Father was kind, and I am full
of gratitude for him. Yes!

Your father was a musician?

In his own way, he played.

He knew how to pluck
the strings of a mandolin.

One day he decided I
was grown-up and prepared

enough to perform
in front of an audience

If I am not mistaken,
you were eight then?

Nine

Nine years old, yes

He thought the concerts
would go well, the

earnings would help
us deal with our poverty

Shameful poverty!

Disgusting

The theatre owners are
complaining that you...

Let them pay

Bravissimo! Bravo!

Quiet, my children!

Quiet, quiet

Bravo, bravo!

Quiet, you are in a Church

The Finale. Is that how it said
in the music you should play it?

How did you guess?

This music was written by me.

You are Sir Kreitser?

Be grateful that I am nice.

Someone else would have given
you a good hiding.

Is your Father a musician?

- You Highness, Antonio Paganini here.
- This is my son.

This is the great French
musician and violinist. Sir Kreitser

Your Highness, I am honoured.

You Son, my dear Sir, has a great talent.

The boy needs to develop taste.

Do you hear? Right!

- And a deep understanding of music.
- Yes.

Here is what you must do, Sir.
Go to Parma.

Yes, but we are poor, your Highness.

I am not a "Highness". In Parma
you will find Ferdinand Paer

Yes?

You will tell him it is me,
Kreitser, who sent you

I will

But.. we are poor

Your Highness

I am so grateful

Let us go, Rudolf

Paganini, Niccolo.

Two thirds of the whole collection,
and not a soldo less, Holy Fathers.

Where is your conscience,
Antonio Paganini?

You want to rob the Holy Church?

Genoa has many churches, Holy Fathers

Today all of Genoa was here -
they came to hear my son.

Two-thirds

Wait, my son

You are in a Church

Not in the market

Fear our God

Two-thirds!

One third, my son

I do not agree

Two-thirds

If you are miserly, he will leave
to play in another Church

Do not sin, you cannot
buy and sell miracles.

Oh yes, but one must pay for miracles

Holy Fathers, two-thirds

Great

The first concert in a Church

The soul of the child is open to faith

Oh, excellent. We will
force these scoundrels

who accuse you of
atheism into silence

Parma?

Let us take a break.
I have a rehearsal

Forgive me.

Senora Antonia!

Turbina, call Senora

Forgive me, Maestro,
this is such a big

day for you! Your
first concert in Vienna!

Doesn't matter.
Urbina!

Niko! Niko! Buy me some sweets!

I will buy them for you, my joy!

Fraulein, take Ahill

Yes, Madam

I want to go with Niko

Come, my boy

Goodbye, my lady

No, Antonia, entertain
the Professor. I will be

back soon and we will
all have supper together

I will do my best

Please

Those rascals

The great italian musician
Niccolo von Paganini

who was sentenced to death
and escaped from prison...

gives concerts in Vienna.

His Holiness Father Leo the Twelfth...

Oh, devil take it!

has forgiven him many crimes.

Hurry! The entrance fee is five Guldens

However, he makes us wait for him

How rude

It is all political tricks, Sirs

Gentlemen, they say the
Italian virtuoso can copy

perfectly the scraping
sound of unoiled wheels

And the squeal of pigs being slaughtered

Vienna cannot be
surprised by tricks, thank

God, this stage has
heard true virtuosos

They say Italy is mad about him, however.

Italy! His success is limited to
country inns and courts of poor counts!

Nothing new there!

So, Sir Vence, tonight none of your
musicians are to come to the concert

Is that clear?

But why?

Allow me, why?

You are a concertmaster?

Yes

There will be no
orchestra in the theatre

tonight - I do not care
how you achieve this

it is your business.

But I cannot, this is nonsense!

What is this for?

What for?

Maybe it is the request
of the genius

No, and no again!

Sir Vencel

Why should I obey you, after all?

We are not obeyed, our orders
are to be followed

Otherwise you will be in big trouble

Really?

Yes

Yes

This is for you

She ran off with an army-man!

Gentlemen! Gentlemen!

Maestro has arrived,
let us begin the rehearsal

Take your seats,
gentlemen.

Please forgive me for my lateness,
Gentlemen.

I got lost.

A pulpitt for the Maestro!

No need, thank you!

Let us begin

As you see, Maestro
manages without a violin.

Let us start, Gentlemen

Stop! Stop.

Maestro, your violin is tuned to play
lower notes than the others.

Yes, you, you!

Please, an A

He has a great musical ear.

Maestro, please start from number 8
to where I come in.

And so on. The rest
tonight, at the concert

Thank you

Speak louder, braver. I am sure
you are all first-class virtuosos.

Goodbye

That was something.
Quite a bow!

What would you like?
I recommend the latest

Vienna dish -
snitschel a la Paganini

Viennese coffee

You made me wait for you

Trifles, Maestro.
Hi!

With this letter, you will receive
15000 gold coins in Milan

In two days, a man whose name is
Hugo will come to you

He will give you a package,
which you will pass on to...

Noone will come to me, and I will
not pass anything on to anyone.

Here we go, Sir

So, artist, how are things at home?

At home? Arrests, tortures, shootings

You play for them in Vienna.
You think that your gold...

But my gold is in your bullets...

Goodday, Maestro

Goodday, my boy

How many of my compatriots
are in Vienna.

And you are here too, mate.

Yes, I am here too, Niko

The head of Police must be warned, that
the philarmonica of Niccolo Paganini

must be guarded stricly
on its arrival in Austria

Paganini's philarmonica is guarded from
the moment your order was received.

The first concert of the virtuoso
will take place tonight in Vienna.

I will write a report on
what happens next.

Paganini's music is performed by
LEONID KOGAN

Starring:

Nikolo Paganini - VLADIMIR MSRYAN
Child-Paganini - STEFAN VASIL'EV

Schmidt - ALBERT FILOZOV

Antonia - ALLA CHERNOVA

K'yarelli - ARMEN DZHIGARHANYAN

Borgeze - VLADIMIR SAMOILOV

In other roles

Georgi Popov, I. Dmitriev,
Lyuben Petrov, V. Pipek

Script OLEG
STUKALOVA-POGODINA with LEONID

MENAKER Subtitles
Maria Matyushina-New

Direction by LEONID MENAKER

Director of Photography VLADIMIR KOVZEL

Photography: VALERI YURKEVICH
DIMITR ZHELEV

Composer SERGEI BANEVICH
Sound OKSANA STRUGINA

Conductors
ROBERT LYUTER
LEO KORHIN

Editors
A. TUBENSHLYAK
Y. GEORGIEVA
Operators
A. GORKOV
Yu. PlESHKIN

Editing I. RUDENKO Make-up V.
HALAIMOVA K. MALISH Y. BOBEVOI

Costumes: D. MANE A. DENEVA Decorators:
V. BALGARANOVA E. ISAEV Z. RAKITYANSKAYA

and others

End of Part 1