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Evgeniy Mironov

Chulpan Khamatova

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

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

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

- What's wrong with you?
- I will die!

Fyodor, leave.

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

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

in Vladimir Hotinenko fiilm

DOSTOEVSKIY

Part 5

Paris. Summer, 1863.

Hello, Polina.

What is going on here?
Who is that young man?

I thought you wouldn't come.

I wrote you a letter.

We spoke about it.
How can I not come?

What letter?

I asked you not to come.

What do you mean? Why?

Because it's too late.

Polina, I must khow everything.
Tell me everything, or I will die now.

Did I lose you?

I khew that.

Who is he?

Who is that young man?

Who is that handsome?

Calm down, Fyodor.

It hurts. Calm down, for God's sake.

You yielded to him?
Yielded to him completely?

Don't ask me that.
That is not appropriate.

I don't khow what's appropriate,
what's not.

You didn't tell me who he is.
Who is he?

- That doesn't matter. I love him.
- You love him?

You really love him?
And you are happy with him?

- No.
- Why not?

How is it possible?
You love him and you are not happy?

It is like it was with you.
You are certain that I was happy with you?

We are not talking about me!
We are talking about you!

Tell me, why aren't you happy.

He doesn't love me.

He doesn't love you? Bu you love him.

You do?

You love him so much, don't you?
Tell me.

Tell me, this is very important for me.

If he calls you to the world's end,
will you go?

You will go whenever he calls you?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I am very rude.
Just tell me his name. Who is he?

He is a student medic.

A Spaniard. Salvador.

He is handsome, isn't he?

He is not like you at all, Fyodor.

Of course, he is huge and handsome.

He can't help it.
His body needs a woman.

And he met you. So young and lonely.

Tell me one thing.
This is very important for me.

During this time, when you are so in love,
did you think about me just for a second?

That I exist, that I love you,
and that I would come to you.

Not long ago
I dreamt to go with you to Italy.

I even started studying Italian.

And everything changed
after a few days.

I wrote you a letter.
I wanted to see you very much.

Even though I was afraid.

I wrote you a second letter,
but I didn't khow where to send it.

You have left Petersburg by that time.

So I still have it.

And where is that letter?

Over there.

Why did I rush to this damned Paris?

Everything ruined.

I guess you want to see
your Salvador now.

Yes.

- I want to kill him.
- Polya, please!

Don't do anything stupid.

I will leave you my address.

I am going to wait, Polina.

I will wait.

How is that possible?

May I come in?

What?

Come to me, Polya!

Sit down.

What happened?

Don't speak
I will speak myself.

When I left, you rushed
to your Spaniard.

You were in a fiit of anger.

You wanted to revenge.

You took this revolver.

And then, when you came into his room,
you found him with another woman.

Is that true or I am mistaken?

It's true. I continue.

You wanted to kill him.

You wanted to fiire,
but you couldn't do it.

He frightened and started lying to you.

And he started to justify himself.
He had such a miserable look

That was disgusting for you.
You turned around and ran away.

Is that true? Yes, it is.

Polya, let's leave.

Tomorrow. You want it?

Or you still want his death?

- I don't want to kill him.
- That's good.

But I would torture him for long.

I want to leave.

To go to the village.

For good.

My dear Mikhail,

you are surprised,
and you will ask me,

why we left Paris so soon.

I answer you in advance,
fiirst of all I have come to loathe it.

Second of all, I am
with the person I am travelling with.

Parisian air is bad for her.

Even more than for me.

Ladies and gentlemen, our train
arrives to Baden-Baden in 10 minutes.

Baden-Baden

Good I found available rooms here.

My dear, Fyodor Mikhailovitch,

I am glad to see you.

- When did you come from Petersburg?
- Not long ago.

I came with a gift to you.

I guess you heard that
the journal 'Time' closed.

So here is the last copy.

We start a new edition 'Era'.

Ivan Sergeevitch, you promised
to give us your novel 'Ghosts',

and I hope the change of the name
of the journal didn't change your mind.

Of course it didn't.

My job is getting to the end.

I started writing a new novel,
but then I got back to 'Ghosts'.

I worked with such an enthusiasm
that there are only a few pages left.

I confess, you are almost late.

Tomorrow I'm leaving.

The servants are preparing my things.

Thank you, I will help myself.

- You are leaving?
- Yes.

And where are you going to,
Ivan Sergeevitch?

To your motherland? To Russia?

No, Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
Russia is the place where I was born.

But I can't call it my motherland.

I assume, your motherland is Paris.

Not really.

But you must agree, that it is hard
for a thinking person

to call a country his motherland,
if people kill his thoughts there.

Where lawlessness is,
where a church makes slaves out of people.

Yes. I have read lately in 'Voice'...
Is this newspaper familiar to you?

Yes, it is.

So I've read on the fiirst page:

'We were happy to see our allies' success,
and our soldiers' defeat.'

They were happy to see
our soldiers' defeat!

I haven't reached such a liberalism.

Even though I was in prison, I was never
happy to see the enemy's success.

I felt myself Russian.

And I wished to see
the success of Russians.

Even though I was a liberal that time.

So what did liberals do bad for you?

That they consider
human's conscience above all?

Conscience without God is terrible!

Such freedom can be lost
till the most immoral thing.

What do you call
the most immoral thing?

Stop it, Ivan Sergeevitch.
You khow, what I'm talking about.

Yes, liberals fiight for the freedom
of conscience. But what conscience is it?

Which is made by their rules.

And if it's not by their rules,
then the devil take everything!

Then I will tell you
with no offence.

If such Russia fails,
then there wouldn't be a loss and regret.

Not at all.

Well, Ivan Sergeevitch,
you didn't understand the Russians,

even though you wrote books about them.

But now it got worse.

I want to give you a piece of advice.
Buy a telescope.

What is it for?

It is far from here.
Aim it at Russia, and look closely.

Maybe you will see something.

A telescope wouldn't
help a liberal though.

You will ruin Russia.

And after that
you will ruin yourself.

26. Black

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bet.

Bet are made. No more bet.

My congratulations.

Ladies and gentlemen, place your bet.

Bet are made. No more bet.

Why didn't I place a bet on zero?

That damn German put me out.

He was close to me the whole game.

Okay, I need to calm down.

Just like this.

Calmness and composure.

That is the system.

That is the system.

Did something happen?

I have lost.

Much money.

What the hell do I need
to play that roulette for?

Stop playing then or we won't
have money for travelling.

It's easy to say.

Fyodor, you are like a child.

Children don't have a passion.

You are a grown-up child.

Come to me. Sit down.

Next to me, please.

Fyodor.

I am very grateful to you
that you took me out of Paris.

That we travel together.

And we feel good.

- Am I right?
- Yes, you are.

And it feel so good
to sit close to you.

You khow, I said that your love
brought me nothing but suffering.

No, don't speak please.

That is not true.

I was happy with you in Russia.

Where were you going to go?

You have no idea
what just happened to me.

What?

I wanted to kiss your foot.

Why?

I don't khow. Just wanted to.
Decided to kiss it.

- Fyodor, I feel awkward.
- I feel awkward.

You'd better go to your room.

All right.

I'd better go to bed.

Good night then.

You need to take off your clothes.

I will take them off
as soon as you leave.

All right. Good night.

Good night.

Please!

Okay, okay.

Good night.

I will just light the candle.

Now you won't have a candle.

I have more.

- This one is mine.
- I have more. Go.

You can always fiind an answer.

Good night.

Yes, good night.

Aren't you afraid of nightmares?

I don't have any.

I envy you.

This is so humiliating to leave you like this,
for the Russians have never stepped back

Fyodor!

We have agreed, haven't we?

You promised me
that we will be like brother and sister.

The most humiliating
is that you don't see a man in me.

Yesterday you bothered me again.

Why?

You look too seriously and strictly
to the things which don't worth it.

For example, that stupid
promise we gave each other.

You must keep your promise.

That was what my father
always told to me.

No, that's another reason.

I became more loathsome.

The Spaniard.

You still hope?
You see, you don't even say 'no'.

You don't even say
that's not true.

I don't hope at all.

That doesn't mean anything.
You can deny it in your mind.

I repeat.

I don't have feelings to that man.

Because he is too shallow.

Then why do you say that?

Polina!

Don't torture a man much.

Or he will stop trying.

The man has achieved what he wanted.

And now he wants to do it again.

But I don't want it.

What a familiar look

I haven't seen it for so long time.

Do you see that old man
and a girl with a violin?

Now imagine,

that this old man
teaches the girl to play the violin.

And he loves her madly.

And suddenly,

some Napoleon comes,

and tells him to destroy this city.

And that means
this girl with a violin will die too,

as will the old man and thousands
of innocent people.

That is all by the will of just one man,
who decided he has the right to do it.

That's the way it has always been.

You want to say that my
little sorrow means nothing?

You want to leave me so much?

Rome. September, 1863.

- You are so strange now.
- Why is that?

What did I do wrong?

You were different in Paris and Turn.

- Why are you that merry?
- That's vexatious.

I can see you always
think about something.

You also think about something.

And what do I think about?

I guess you think
about the Spaniard. What else?

And I think about Maria Dmitrievna,

who must be feeling really bad now.

You khow, we can't walk together anymore.

That's dangerous.

I wanted many times... to kill you.

You think this won't happen?

I love you without any hope,
and you must khow

that after I do that,
I will love you much more.

And if I kill you someday
I will have to kill myself.

But I will not kill myself in order
to suffer that pain as long as I can.

We need to leave each other.

That brother-and-sister
relationship has drained me.

Well, let it be your way.

What a triumphant smile on your face!

You like torturing me?

Stop it!

You can kiss me if you want.

No.

I have considered everything.

I'm going to Homburg.

You want to play the roulette?

I think yes.

Then I will go to Paris.

And then to Spain.

To him?

No.

Just want to see Spain.

Well, you can go.

Yes, I understand why you are
taking vengeance on me.

You can't forgive yourself
that you yielded to me one day.

- This is not true.
- This is true.

What a torture it is!

Fyodor!

Hush!

Don't come closer.

You are disturbing my fantasies.

I just imagined that I created this all.

What exactly?

Have ruined Rome.
Unusual brilliant feelings.

Yes, you are capable of ruining things.

Maybe I should kill him?

- The Spaniard?
- No, not him.

The tsar.

You want to become famous?

And I can see how the whole
world speaks your name.

And Salvador suffers.
How could he deny such a woman?

This is what you want.

Well, what must happen, will happen.

Wiill we part for good?

This must be good for you.

For you too.

Then we achieved what we wanted to.

That should make us happy.

It's so good that we decided
to say good bye to each other here.

You decided that.

Yes, we are saying good bye.

This is wonderful
that we are saying it.

But it doesn't matter at all
where we are doing it.

My dear brother,
we parted with Apolinariya.

She turned out to be a huge egoist.

She's got lots of egoism and self-esteem.

She demands from people everything -
respect and other good qualities,

when she delivers herself
from small obligations to people.

This is it, we parted.

She is in Paris now.

And I am going to Russia.

Devastated and disappointed.

Someone should've brought her
a month ago.

She shouldn't have left for Vladimir.

What to do now?.

This is the end.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, it is left
not more than two months for her.

Two is the most.

We can send her to Italy.
I can get money.

Too late.

I shouldn't say this,

but it's been six months too late.

There's nothing we can do.

We can only pray.

I will go.

- Too much things to do.
- Your clock is not working.

It is. Masha...

I always thought
if the clock stops, her life...

She used to wind it up so hard
that I though the springs would crack

Only weight-clock left.

The devil!

Calm down.
We will drive him away right now!

He will help us.

Where is he? Here he is, yes!

Go away!

That's all! Where else?

Yes, I can see him.

He's here? Yes?

Open the window!

There are lots of them!

Close it!

That's all, my darling.

That's all.

- Fedya?
- Yes?

There is no him in reality. Is he?

Whom, Masha?

Don't lie to me.

I really need to khow.

No, Masha.

There is no him in reality.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Forgive me for everything.

Are you all right?

Get up. Come on!

Why are you so happy?

Me? No. I have nothing to be happy about.

Some special happiness.

I can see you are happy.

Let me go!

Happy.

Barin!

Let's go with me.

I will love you so much!

You will forget everything.

Let's go.

Let's go with me.

No, think seriously.

On the one hand
she is a meaningless bad old lady.

She doesn't khow what she is living for,
and who can die alone tomorrow.

- Do you understand it?
- Yes, I do.

I will continue.

On the other hand, young fresh people,

who disappear without support.

Kill her. Kill her.

Take her money.

But only if you use it
to help the society.

One death instead of
thousands of lives.

This is the math.

Why are you so excited?

It doesn't matter how bad
that old lady is. She is God's soul.

No, it's not.

I guess she has never had a soul.

If you see a bug.
Won't you squeeze him?

No. I cannot agree.

Maybe I would squeeze a bug,
but the old lady was born by God's will.

So only God can take away her life.

And if God said to do it?

You're lying!

That can't be true.
This is your pride talking.

Those Napoleons and Caesars
always don't let sleep our brother.

Even Napoleon killed so many people.

But here is only that old lady.

Doesn't God judge me for that deed?

Excuse me, are you going
to kill that old lady yourself?.

Of course not.

I am talking about high justice.

Isn't God court a high justice?

I'm an atheist.

Your words about the God's
court are meanless to me.

It doesn't matter whether
you are an atheist or not,

a man will answer
in the face of the God's court.

That's the way it is.

God rest her soul!

Who khows, maybe she
could be happy in Semipalatinsk

Wiith Morgunov.

Or at least would be alive and healthy.

And I entered her life
and mixed up everything.

And what did I achieve?

I brought her to Petersburg,
to the center of spiritual life.

But did she really need it?

Maybe she would be happy
being a lady, surrounded by her admirers.

Or maybe she would be a sufferer,
watching her drinking husband.

Morgunov would drink for sure.

But I brought her
to dank Petersburg.

Wiith her consumption.

We must publish this article.

Look how much pressure
he puts with his European liberalism.

- Who?
- The article isn't signed.

That means it's the editorial opinion.

But this section is edited by Shedrin.

Mikhail Efgrafovitch.

I bought some strawberry
on the way here. It's so sweet!

We need to react immediately.

Listen. This is about
our last two issues.

'I have two epochal books here.

Even though I'm alone in the room,
I can hear some sobbing.

Appolon Grigoriev is sobbing.
Fyodor Dostoevskiy is sobbing.

Strakhov is sobbing.
And only Michael Dostoevskiy is silent.

But that's understandable. He sobbed enough
when he announced the subscription.

I cannot understand
what those people are sobbing about.'

I wanted strawberry so much
that I couldn't resist.

Just smell it.
It smells of a forest.

You khow, everything I thought
was surprising is faded now.

In comparison with this strawberry.

Brother, I khow,
our debts are huge now.

I have some ideas
how to get out of this situation.

Do you remember you wanted
to fall ill, so they would treat you?

You were 7.

I wanted to get a toy.
I said it would've saved me.

You wanted everyone to take care of you.

I was very mad at you that time.

Misha!

Don't frighten me like that.

You are a bad actor.

And who scared you
at Christmas in a goblin costume?

- Does it hurt?
- No.

- It's better now.
- You're lying!

No, honest.

I will send you home. Stay in bed.

No. We need to answer to Shedrin.

Yes!

Let's answer him.

You're right.
We need to do it right away.

They must be not sleep at night.

This is because
we are the only one who wrote the truth.

About the vulgarity
of those progressists.

Misha!

May his memory live forever!

Doctor said baid was all over.

They say he died at night.

The soul of the righteous man indeed.

Not many flowers though.

He left only 300 rubles
to his parents.

And the rest is his large debts.

I won't stay for the funeral repast.

Don't be offended.
Too many things to do.

Besides the train goes to Moscow.

So, barbarian, how are you
going to deal with your work?.

Strakhov will help me.

Strakhov is a scary name.

Who is he?

A young talented writer. A philosopher.

Which means you will come
to me to get money.

You are not very good at business.

This publishing business
is very special.

Yes. You are not good in all business.

If you decide to marry,
bring me your wife to look at.

Wiife is needed for living with her
and raising children.

And not for
describing her in your novels.

Good bye.

I pity Michael.

He put his life on you.

May he rest in heaven.

He must be a special man,
if people believe you that much.

And now you must look after
his family.

Tiill your death.

You owe him.

Let's go, Prohor.

You can go. I will stay here.

Father.

Go with Varvara.

She will take you home.

- Shall we have dinner without you?
- Yes, without me.

I'll stay here for a while.

Father, I need some money.

You are such a child.
You dressed Michael in feathers.

Mom, we are playing in 'Barbarians'.

Roll it, Misha!

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