All language subtitles for Dostoevskiy_03

Evgeniy Mironov

Chulpan Khamatova

I sincerely congratulate you.

Are you helping him much yourself?.

Go!

Your wife will be happy.

That's good I'm different now.

I'm so fed up with that!

Stepan!

- I got married, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.
- You really did?

Aleksandra Ivanovna Schubert.
An actress.

What are you unhappy with?

- You dreamt about that yourself.
- I dreamt? About what?

In Semipalatinsk I had a dream.

in Vladimir Hotinenko fiilm

DOSTOEVSKIY

Part 4

150 rubles 20 kopecks.

Listen. 'The main shortcoming
in 'Humiliated and Insulted'

is that the author didn't
outline, didn't make clear

no one face from the novel,

but he showed them
as they are puppet from the book'

That's right. Many puppet from life
want to see books, and not faces.

And I think that's a great novel.

That's right.
Because time is needed.

This should be carried out
in minds and souls.

But we needed a novel urgently.

And in four parts.

Don't get angry. We will see what will be
after 'The Notes of the Dead' is released.

I need to go to the readings.

I totally forgot.

Nothing works.
Maybe to ask for one more credit?

Or Ii will have to go with
a bow to Zabelin.

God forbid! Misha, read this.
This is very important. It's my new article.

The political section.

We need to explain to subscribers that 'Time'
is not Slavophiles and Westerners' journal.

Our task is to create
a new form, taken from our people.

Great!

I wanted to walk but now
even a cab won't help me.

Misha, do you have some money?

Only for a cab.

Of course, I do.

- Are you going with Maria Dmitrievna?
- No.

I asked her to go,
but she refused as always.

Why don't you take her with you?
That's not good.

I asked her to go,
but she didn't want to go.

Why?

I don't khow.

She says she has nothing to wear, but she
doesn't want to buy anything new either.

She becomes irritated easily.

She says offensive words to me.

And it becomes hysterical as always.

I think you don't understand her.

Maybe she doesn't?

Look

If you are disappointed, or...

don't love her anymore.

You can't behave like that.

I khow, this is a sin.

I khow it.

I can't help it.

What are you going to read?

'Humiliated and Insulted'.

You khow, today I remembered
a game we used to play.

Wiith the map. Remember?

- Wiith a dice?
- Yes.

It always fell on the ground
when you rolled it.

Yes, and no one could fiind it after.

But you didn't khow rest
until you saw the number on it.

You always denied to re-roll it.

You can't change your destiny.

- Ok you'd better go.
- Yes.

- Misha.
- Ah, I'm sorry.

Fedya, call Misha, we will have dinner.

Masha, I am late, I'm sorry.

Have dinner without me.
Misha is in the study.

That's okay. We'll have dinner
without Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I hate him.

I am sure, you call me a sinner.
Maybe even a scoundrel,

a monster of lust and vice.

But listen to what I want to say.

If there's only could be
what impossible to happen,

but if that could be...

That everyone described
the whole truth,

but not that he wouldn't
be afraid to tell to the people,

and he wouldn't be afraid
to tell to his best friends,

but what he is afraid
to tell to himself.

There would be so much
stench in the world

that everyone would choke with.

This is why our society
decency is needed.

Wiill you give ten kopecks more?

I don't have more.

And that is a deep thought.
Not moral at all.

A comfortable one.
What else can be better?

Because morality is comfort.

It is created only for comfort.

I don't have ideals.
And I don't want to have them.

Anyone can live without them perfectly.

There is so much good in life.

The main thing is women.

In all kinds.

I even like secret lust.

Stranger, more original.

Even a little dirty.

For variety's sake.

I can see how contemptuously
you are looking at me now.

I'm sorry, you are not tired, are you?

Go on reading,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

We are asking you.

I look at your face,

I can see how contemptuously
you are looking at me now.

You are right.

If you like human being,
wish every smart man

to have the same taste as I do.

And with those dirty notes.

Otherwise the smart man
will have nothing to do in the world.

And only fool people will be left.

And they will be happy enough.

More?

Deeper.

And one more time.

It is very good
that you cough more rarely.

And that you don't bleed.

And you look much more better.

My dear Maria Dmitrievna.

I am infiinitely grateful to you.

I would have been dead
if there wouldn't be you.

Why don't you stay with us
and drink some tea?

Certainly.

What is it?

- Thank God.
- Yes. Wiill you stay for some tea?

Yes.

What about Sasha?
Does she right often?

Does she?

She doesn't at all.

It's been two months already,
but I received only one letter.

'Everything's good.
Much work

Rehearsals take all my time.'

And did you receive
anything from her?

Me? Why would I
to receive anything from her?

Because you are close friends.

Yes, we are friends.

You have nothing to reproach her for.

Why are you protecting her?

I khow that you exchanged letters
before she left for Moscow.

Yes, we did. So what?

And you trust her more than me.

But you shouldn't.

You khow what she said
before she left?

What did she tell you?

She said, 'You don't khow Dostoevskiy.
He is not your friend at all.'

Well.

Yes, that hurts to hear.

I guess I gave cause for
that saying myself.

I repeat, you have
nothing to reproach her for.

I'm sorry, Stepan Dmitrievitch.

Damn it!

You forgive me too,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I said too much rubbish.

Stepan Dmitrievitch.

Have a seat.
Let's drink tea. Everything's ready.

Forgive me, Maria Dmitrievna,
but I have to leave you.

Good bye.
I will come to see you in a week

Take the medicine regularly.

Don't bother. Thank you.

What happened here?

Shit!

We demand civil freedom!

Gentlemen, everyone to the demonstration!

We demand civil freedom!

By the student's union we are handing you
our demands to the chancellor.

We will surely give it to him.

Tatiana, you are very beautiful.

Why do you need this?

How dare you?

- Remind her about her role.
- Yes, I will.

And I slapped in his face.

What are you looking at me like that?

Are you blaming me?

Who dare blame you here?

If Delacroix saw this,
he would paint 'New Revolution'.

Are you sure you paid a compliment?
You insulted me.

I didn't have in mind
to insult you, Apolinariya.

I always admire you.

Your admiration irritates me.
No one here treats a woman as your equal.

You would pay a compliment,
if you called me 'bluestocking'.

Apolinariya, I wouldn't dare.

Of course, a woman for you
is a cook who gives birth to children.

But you forgot that 'revolution'
is feminine gender.

Students were always the motive force
of all revolutionary movements in Europe.

This is the only thing
we are not behind from them.

Do you khow what Dostoevskiy
is going to read tonight?

'Notes from the Dead House'.

'They divided us into two groups in bath.

The second one was waiting in the dressing
room, while the fiirst one was bathing.'

We will bathe you all.
You'll be very clean.

And your feet will be clean as well.

How much did you spend
on the leg covers?

Five grivnas in silver.

You've been fooled.

Such covers don't cost even two grivnas.

What can I do?
It's hard even to walk without them.

That wasn't hard to take off the covers.

That was harder to learn
to take off underclothes from under irons.

That is like a trick

After having taken off underclothes
from the left leg

you need to pass it
through the left iron's ring,

then, after releasing the leg,
to pull the underwear back

and then to pass all what you have
taken off through the right ring,

and then to pull everything
back through the right ring.

Every prisoner has a right
to use one washtub of hot water.

Give me three kopecks,
and I'll get you a soap and a sponge.

Those who wanted to get cleaner, could
spend half kopecks and get another washtub.

Here it is.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
I bought you some water.

Let's take a bath!

Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

You were reading so good.
Like I was there myself.

I have read all your books.

'She loved him for the dangers he had passed
and he loved her that she did pity him'.

What does Shakespeare have
to do with it?

You understand that,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

What do you think
about the evens in Poland?

About the revolt.

You khow, this is a very
diffiicult question.

I think I share Pushkin's opinion here.

Which he showed in his
poem 'To the Slanderers of Russia'.

As for contemporaries,
Ivan Aksakov's statement is closer to me.

'Russia is less guilty
of Poland's destruction.

But as an Orthodox country it is harder
to realize that it wasn't right in that.'

Gentlemen, tomorrow will be held
an enormous demonstration of all students.

Those who are brave, and those who are
not indifferent to Russia's independence,

join us.

There will be also policemen
and gendarmes beside students?

Even Cossacks.

Gentlemen, are you frightened?

Are you afraid of Cossacks?

Don't you forget those beautiful words:

'Won't die in vain, the matter is fiirmer,
when blood is involved.'

Blood is always involved.

There is no revolution without blood.

Does Russia need revolution?

Your question is amazing.

Only the storm of revolution
is able to stir up the Russians.

Look what is going on in Europe.

In France after the revolution
an educated, democratic society is born.

Russia needs to strive for that.

From that savagery and barbarity,
from slavery and ignorance.

Are you really against that?

Why do you forget that in Europe
slavery has been destroying for ages?

And fiinally revolution happened,
and everything ended historically.

But in Russia?

Serfdom collapsed in a moment.

Thank God that happened
without a revolution.

Although everything that collapses
quickly is always dangerous.

But that's good that this historical sin
abolished after the ruler's word.

Why is so much unrest with the power?

Why are there riots?
The students unrest?

Because the peasants freed the land,
and farming destructs itself.

Of course students unrest.

Because our heralds
ask them to go to Europe.

Everything is nasty in Russia, they say.

That is why they make people
be enlightened in Europe.

Like Peter, who cut beards
and said to wear European dresses.

Stop it, Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
I khow only one thing,

there is a huge chasm between us and people,
and it's impossible to overstep it.

You can over jump it,
with the revolution help.

The only thing is uncertain
is who has to jump.

People to us or we to them.

Although people won't accept us,
they don't like us.

They despise this whole
intellectual environment.

And they are right in that.

What right do you have
to speak on behalf of the people?

This is my right.

This is too much.

I disagree, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

But I was amused
that you were alone against everyone.

Yes, and against you too.

- Why against me?
- You are the socialist, aren't you?

I'm the revolutionary.

All your friends dream of such structure,
where bread is the most important.

It will be divided equally.

No possessions.
Like Gertzen wanted.

Why is that bad?

That means you are the socialist.
I was right.

Bad thing is that they worried your head off
with their revolutionary ideas.

Don't laugh.

I'm a simple girl,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch, from the people.

Which means I am the people.

My father Prokofiiy Susov
was a serf at Sheremetiev's.

He bought himself out and became
in his previous owners' service.

Then he became the caretaker,
and the business manager of Sheremetievs.

Now he has his own factory
in Ivanovo-Voskresensk

Sister and I rent a room here.

She will be happy to meet you.

I don't khow if it's proper.

You have no idea how proper it is.

'Tsarina set her eyes on him'.

Pushkin is not popular between students.

Nekrasov is different.

'The matter is fiirmer,
when blood is involved.'

But the students didn't
decide on their opinion about you.

And did you?

I did.

How dare you watching me?

That's nasty.

Or you think if you have possessed me,
you can laugh at me?

Shame on you!

I'm not ashamed, swear to God.

I don't believe in God.

I believe in Darvin, and that we
descended from the apes.

All right. We are from the apes.

But what did the human soul
descend from?

Or it is from the apes too?

No. There is no soul.

There is only a rrflex.

Physiological functions.

And processes.

All right. Wait.

What moral sense it leads to?

I am just curious.

What is it?

This is the novel 'While'
by Apolinariya Suslova.

And you are going
to place it in out journal?

Yes, next issue. Why?
I think that's interesting.

'By that time I just met the reality,
which I looked before at

through the pink haze of the morning dawn.'

It is impossible to read.

Why? I saw much worse novels.

However, you weren't against
publishing them.

That's why we are always
at the edge of devastation.

I understand you, probably, have...

special relationship with Suslova,

but that is not the reason
to make a writer out of her.

Misha, what difference does it make?

Doesn't matter what she wrote there.

Stop it, please.

I have to go now.

If there's need, I will correct that.

You scare me, Fedya.

Apolinariya.

Your love is like a God's gift.

After tiredness and despair.

Your young love
promised me so much.

And it has given so much already.

It resurrected faith in me.

And the power, which was left in me.

Something happened?

Leave.

I order you, Fyodor. Leave.

What happened? Polina.

What happened?

I just grew up.

You must marry me.

I can't.

Polina, I can't.

You khow, I'm married,
and she is very sick

I can't do it to her.

And can you do it to me?

I gave you myself.

I didn't count on anything.
Didn't ask you anything.

I fell in love and gave away.

Try to understand.
She suffers so much.

I can't do it.
That will kill her.

Am I just a romantic toy for you?

Don't I love you?
Don't I suffer?

You can't be that cruel.

Yes, Fyodor.

You are cruel to everyone fiirst of all.

I khow you better now.

- Let's promise each other.
- Promise what, Polina?

Never see each other.

- No, Polina.
- Leave.

Fyodor, leave!

- Polina, I...
- I order you to leave.

Love is God's secrecy.

It's better that anyone's eye.

People show much respect
to each other.

And since there was love,
why love passes over?

Isn't it impossible to support it?

This is the case
when you cannot support it.

Rarely.

Why aren't you sleeping?

I can't sleep.

You cut paper with it?

Yes, I do.

Isn't it a garden khife?

It is.

Can't I use it for cutting paper?

Fedya, we need money.
To pay for Pasha's study.

I will tell Misha tomorrow,
he will give it to you.

Did Yanovskiy come?

- Yes, he did.
- He brought the medicine?

Yes, he did.

Why don't you take it?

Does it really bother you?

Fedya, why are we living like this?

Isn't really nothing left between us?

I understand, love died,
but we can stay people.

And not to play the hypocrite like you do.

We must respect each other
and not to lie.

Why do you think I play the hypocrite?
I respect you, I love you.

No, you don't.

Do you love me? Do you?

It is fair.

I betrayed love,
now I'm punished for that.

I'm punished with your defiiance
and your hate.

Wiith the defiiance of a man,
whom I never loved.

I married only because
Virgunov couldn't support us.

You're lying.
Why are you doing this?

You are sick
You are doing that on purpose.

To hurt me.

I'm telling you the truth.

And it doesn't matter for me
if it hurts for you or not.

You're lying!

I have always loved Virgunov.

And I may love him
till the end of my days.

Were you eavesdropping?

You are disgusting, mother!

Go to bed!

What happened?

I can't live without you.

I can't live without you.

Fyodor.

I will kill...

- I will kill you.
- Fyodor.

- I will kill you.
- Fyodor.

You're crazy!

I want to go abroad.

To Paris.

I want to forget everything.

And me too?

I'm tired of you, Fyodor.
Of your love.

Nothing like that never happened to me.

Tell me, were you happy with me?

I don't khow.

Yes, I was happy.

But why do you bring so much pain?

So much sickly sensuality?

Like you want to die from all this.

I'm afraid of you.

I will come to you.

And you will see Rome, Naples.

And we will travel.

That will be different life.

And we will resurrect our love,
just say 'yes'.

Say 'yes'.

Yes.

The motion makes me sick
I don't khow how I will bear it.

My darling, it's Paris!
It costs a mass.

'Time' editors are like bandits,

- who strike with a mask on the face.
- Go on reading.

There is no even
the author name in the article.

I wrote only that Polish problem
is much more diversed

that the issue about
the state historical dispute.

It is a dispute here
of two distinctive cultures and religions.

Yes.

But owing to your inaccuracy
that was estimated

as the Polish culture superiority,
concealed support of a revolt.

And a direct defiiance
against the governmental measures.

Okay, I will go to Moscow, to Katkov.

I will explain that to him.

I'm in time for the evening train.

Misha, I don't understand.
Can't we really do something?

Yes, we can't.

The censor was sent in resignation.

The Secrety of the Interior
has signed the papers,

which led to the ruler's
decision to close the journal.

That's the whole story.

That's rubbish.

The journal is closed.
Stop thinking about that.

I talked to Bezunov,
and he is ready to sign a contract with you.

For your new novel.
And to pay you in advance.

What novel?

Which you will write.

I talked to Tiiblin too.
He is ready to sign a contract too.

- And to pay in advance.
- For my new novel too?

Fedya, there is no other way
we can get money from.

But they will pay in advance
one third less than it's usual.

Misha, that's robbery.

Okay, I agree.

I need money now.

Masha wants to go to Vladimir.

Her aunt lives there.

She says she will be better there.

- Maybe it's better to go to the sea?
- I have told her that.

I would've borrowed money for that.

You don't khow her.

She wants to go to her aunt
to Vladimir, to drink koumiss.

Koumiss is the best remedy
against consumption.

I need money myself.

And I have to go to Paris.

To Paris? Now?.

Yes, Misha.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

I wanted to tell you that, and I submitted
an application to the literary fund.

Wiith a petition to give me...

a loan. Fifteen hundred
for treatment abroad.

Does Maria Dmitrievna
khow about that?

And that's even better.

And I will work on a permission
to start a newjournal.

We can call it... 'Era'.

Do you like it?

I don't care.

Let it be 'Era'.

Why are you wincing?

Something hurts?

You khow, sometimes it hurts much here.

Doctors say it's either
abdominal or gallbladder is inflamed.

What do you feel now?.

It's better now.

Misha, don't neglect it.

Pasha, write to me.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch
will take care of you.

I surely will.

Write to me, when you get there.

Good bye, Masha.

I think this drink
is the greatest European invention.

Stop it, Grigoriy Avdeevitch,
in ancient Greece people drank it.

- So, it's not them again?
- No.

They stole it again?

Are you go to Wiiesbaden on business, or?..

I have a sin. I gamble.

A passion. Gambling with fortune.

- I discovered a secret.
- Wiill you share it?

It's very simple.

You just need to resist every minute,
regardless the game,

and not to fly into a passion.

That's it.

I have the following idea about it.

Every person has some reserve
of luck for his all life.

Playing the roulette or any other game,
where a man cannot control circumstances,

he wastes the goodwill of fortune.

And when he needs that luck
for something really important,

that luck may not be enough.

Something like that,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

No, that's not that simple,
Grigoriy Avdreevitch.

Maybe the past torments
were assigned for me,

so I could take one huge pot away
at one certain moment?

And I will not be nervous.
And that will be impossible not to win.

Wiiesbaden. August, 1863.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bet.

Bet are made. No more bet.

My congratulations, Madame.

My congratulations, sir.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bet.

Bet are made. No more bet.

21, red.

The one who is lucky in games,
is not lucky in love.

I need a couple of louis d'ors.
I will return them to you.

I give you my word.
Thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bet.

Bet are made. No more bet.

Five thousand francs.

90 minutes of play.

I will send two thousand
to Masha to Vladimir.

One thousand to Mikhail.

And to Paris.

To Polina.

For luck

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