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"From your" Revolutionary
Catechism ", allow me.

"Each comrade must have at his
fingertips several revolutionaries"

second and third categories,
that is, not entirely dedicated.

When a friend gets into trouble,
deciding whether to "save him or not",

the revolutionary should not be
aware of any personal feelings,

"but only with the benefit of
the revolutionary cause."

And which category did you
belong to, Mr. Erkel?

To no. I do not understand
what I'm talking about.

Andrei!

Mr. Virginsky, it is true that
the murder of Shatov was planned

at a meeting in your house?
- It's true, sir. Do not smile like this, young man.

We are all devoted. Why should we shield
a person who does not care about us?

"So, Mr. Erkel, you
recognize this fact,"

that in the house of Mr. Virginia there
was a meeting at which they decided

kill Shatov, and which
was attended by you?

"We just drank tea."
Is this prohibited by law?

Under some circumstances, I
was forced to appoint you here

today a meeting to warn that,
maybe, you will be killed.

"Are you dressed for conspiracy?"

However, I remember how in your childhood you
so cleverly caught butterflies with your hands.

I know that I might be in
danger, but I do not think so.

Although with these fools
who can in some way vouch?

But I'm not afraid of them.
I ripped them off.

"Yes, but these gentlemen do not
intend to part with you at all."

For some reason they are absolutely convinced
that you are a spy and, if not reported,

then inform. You know, Shatov,
you do not laugh. And as for

to their local intentions, then the
movement of our Russian organization

such a thing is dark,
almost always unexpected,

that really, we can all try.

Moreover, this Verkhovensky -
persistent man.

This bug, ignoramus and fools, does not feel
anything and does not understand Russia?

"And you do not know much about him."
Moreover, the Verkhovensky enthusiast.

- Verkhovensky enthusiast?
- Yes. There is such a point,

where he ceases to be a jester
and turns into a half-mixed.

I ask you, remember one
actual expression of yours -

"Do you know how one man
can be strong?" Here."

He is very capable of pulling the trigger.

"What are you doing here, Pierre?"
Why these papers?

What is it? The history of Gangra, the work
of the famous professor of Verkhovensky,

chapter one - it's the last one.
"Have mercy on you!"

You rummaged in my papers?
"Where is the money for the grove?"

How much did you sell it for?
"What grove?" Ah.

You see, I was in difficult circumstances.
I'm so guilty.

"Tell me bluntly:" I sold the grove, because
all these years I drank and played cards."

Representing the exiled professor in
the arms of the progressive general.

All this your friendship is one
mutual outpouring of slops.

Fu, what a lackey's position you've been
following all this time, I blushed for you.

- I served as a lackey's position?
- Worse. You were an addict,

lackey volunteer. Well, brother, how
I laughed at your letters to her.

It is sober and disgusting.
"Did she show you my letters?"

"You have a terrible syllable."
- Be silent, be silent! Are you my son or not?

"You'd better know." Every father
is inclined to dazzle in this case.

"I found the document then." This is
my mother's note to that Polish girl.

In general, you are so you, the
Pole is so Polish, I do not care.

Another word - and I'm slapping you.
"Is not it all the same to you,".

Am I your son or not? About this you
thought, when I, a little girl,

baby, mailed from Berlin sent?

You did not spend a ruble on me for life.
Up to 16 years did not know at all,

ruined my home, and now you scream that
you've been heartbroken to me all my life

and you break before me like an actor.
"I curse you by my name!"

"Well, good-bye, old chap." Goodbye.

By the way, your Varvara Petrovna
wanted to meet with you.

I advised you to return
to the poorhouse.

Calm down, into decent.
It will not be insulting.

An atheist can not be Russian. Atheist
immediately ceases to be Russian.

Do you remember this? This is yours.
Yes?

You do not remember? You forgot?
And did not you tell me,

that if you were proved the existence of truth
outside of Christ, then you would prefer

remain with Christ, rather than with truth.
Did you say that?

"Why this evil examination?"

"I may be stupid, clumsy, but I want
to remind you of your own words."

Just a few lines.

"No people have yet settled on
the basis of science and reason."

Mind and science in the life of peoples
always perform a secondary role.

You have received a fiery flame and
have changed your mind, not noticing it.

No. He who does not believe is no
longer a people. It's... Do not laugh!

- Do you yourself believe in God?
- I believe in Russia, in her Orthodoxy,

I believe in the body of Christ.
And in God? In God?

"I will believe in God."

Stavrogin, but it's true that you
belonged to St. Petersburg as a beast,

voluptuous secret society?

Is it true that the Marquis
de Sade could learn from you?

Is it true that you lured and corrupted
children? Speak. Do not dare to lie!

If it's true, then I'll kill
you right here and right now.

I did not offend the children.

"Do you know why you
married this woman?"

Because here shame and
nonsense come to a genius.

Stavrogin and a feeble,
plagiarous, beggarly lame.

Kiss the earth, pour over
tears, pray for forgiveness.

"Shatov, I did not kill
you that morning."

"You need Tikhon."
- To whom?

Tikhon, the former bishop, lives here,
in Bogorodsky monastery, by illness.

Everyone goes to him, they go.

And you go. What are you, go.

- Varvara Petrovna...
- Good afternoon.

Yes you will. Come in, sit down.

I'm sure you've prepared all your magnificent
words. But it's better to go straight to the point.

One thousand two hundred rubles
of your pension I consider my

a sacred duty until
the end of your life.

You receive from me now, moreover, an
apartment, a servant and all the contents.

I'm putting another three hundred rubles
extra. Total three thousand complete.

Enough with you a year?

So, take the money and live by
yourself where you want. Not with me.

"In the almshouse."
They do not go to the almshouse

with three thousand incomes. I remember
that Pyotr Stepanovich somehow joked

about the almshouse. "Leave it."

And that's all? All that remains of 20 years?
"You are terribly fond of exclaiming."

This is not in vogue, Stepan Trofimovich.
20 years! 20 years of mutual self-love,

and nothing more. Each of your letters is
written not for me, but for posterity.

- God, how many other people's words!
- I'm not a parrot to repeat

other people's words. What have you
done for me in those 20 years?

You were even jealous of my development.
You are terribly calculating,

you all want to do so
that I still owe it.

When you returned from abroad, you
looked down. And when I myself

with you started talking about impressions
after the "Madonna of Sistine",

you did not listen and began to smile
arrogantly, as if I could not have any more

the same exact feelings as you.
It was not that, probably not the same.

It was that. And there was
nothing to boast about before me,

now no one, no one "Madonna" admires,
does not spend for this time,

except for the hardened old men.
This has already been proved.

"Oh, it's proved!"
"She does not serve anything at all."

Try to draw an apple and
put a present next to it.

Which one will you take?
I suppose you will not go wrong.

"This is my lot." I will take
my bag, my beggar's bag,

and I will go on foot to starve to
death under the fence. 20 years!

Ale is the yakte est. Die is cast.

"Full of pure love,
Faithful to a sweet dream."

Ale is the yakte est.
"I do not understand anything in Latin."

But I was sure that you are just
for that and live to the end

to dishonor both me and my house with slander.
"You always despised me, but I'll finish"

as a knight loyal to my lady, for
your opinion was always dearer to me.

From this moment I do not accept anything,
but I do not consider it disinterested.

"You will not go anywhere, but
calmly finish in my arms,"

getting retirement by collecting
friends on Tuesdays...

Farewell, Stepan Trofimovich. You
really travel there more carefully,

Alexei Yegorovich said the Shpigulin
revolts-the factory was closed.

"The die is cast."

Bravo, bravo!

I hope Andrei Antonovich
does not become jealous.

Lyamshin prepared a surprise
for you, a musical one.

Delightful.

"You looked at me like that."
I watched.

"Looks like Pushkin, everyone says so."
"I know he was shot in a duel."

And this unfortunate
schoolboy killed himself.

"He blew his parent's money,
four hundred rubles."

"No one noticed anything
special about him."

And there what is it?

Golubchiki! Golubchiki, what is this?

Golubchiki! What is it, eh?

Leaflets. More alive, alive, alive!

Lively!
"What is it, eh?" Golubchiki!

"Well, rats, hiding?"
Aida to the governor!

"The revolution is bloody and inexorable."

This thing is called
"Franco-Prussian War."

Terrific.
"It's funny, is not it?"

"Are you... with that sucker?"

Yes?

I will not allow you, madam, to reject
the foundations of God. Yes, God!

I will disperse all of your this
shameless salon without faith,

because I'm the mayor,
I have to serve God.

And you, as a wife, are obliged.

- What does all of this mean?
- Did you know,

that at the factory your rascals
deliberately slander your people

and what do I know about this? Do you know
that they throw deliberately proclamations?

Pretty!
- Listen to me, I myself have known for a long time

about criminal intentions.
"Did you know?"

Oh, stupid! You're a poisonous woman.

Know, I arrest your
unworthy lover,

I order you to shackle and
send to ravelin or... or...

I'll throw myself in your
eyes from the window.

What?
"The police chief of the Filibusters,".

Your Excellency.
There's a riot in the city.

Filibusters. Filibusters!
"That's right, Your Excellency."

- Shpigulin revolts.
- What? Yes?

Come on, come on!

Governor!

Decay!

I order: Go! What?

Do not you horo. To us to the general.

- Caps! On knees!
- It is necessary to understand.

All in shackles!
Filibusters, to hard labor!

"My goodness, my God!"
Your Excellency!

- In the week of forty.
- And you can not talk.

"They came to talk!"
We are starving. Children must be fed.

Rozog! All the carve!

We wanted in an amicable way.
We wanted in an amicable way!

Ah! Kill! "It's a shame, Sher!"

If they are here in the square with
us so unceremoniously dispose of,

so what to expect from this, happen
to him to act independently?

"What's this?"

What is this? Who are you?

- Who are you?
- Excuse me.

- I'm in a certain sense...
- Stepan Trofimovich!

Whip it!
"Stepan Trofimovich, come along."

- Come, please.
- Whip it!

"No, of course, the old man of Verkhovensky was
not hewn, but he was frightened decently."

And now I understand: I was not in vain.
Apple from the apple tree...

So all these gentlemen have to be chased
regularly on Saturdays, to the blood,

to increase the nonsense of the heads.
Do you think it will help?

"But how else, sir?"
And you read what they write.

Read, read.
"Catechism of the Revolutionary."

Milk is written.
Yes, yes, I read.

"Monsieur, allow me." You get it.

"A revolutionary in the depths of
his being is not only in words,"

but in fact severed any
connection with the civil order

and with the entire educated world,
and with all the laws, decencies,

generally accepted conditions,
the morality of this world.

He is an enemy to him, merciless.
And if he continues to live in it,

then only to destroy
it more accurately.

"Everything that promotes the triumph
of the revolution is moral for him."

What is it? Morality give them a new
one, the old one does not follow them.

No, Pavel Dmitrievich, a fist and a rod.

Andrei! Andrei!

Yes. "Come on, brother",

let them enlarge and post
it all over the city.

And give it to all of us. Let them ask everywhere.
At the station, in the markets - everywhere.

- Go away.
- Yes, I do. In search.

And... paste?

We did not do this kind of offspring.
Yeah, and now we'll post it.

The case is special. Go away.
Yes, I do.

It happened so, after these events
everyone was in the governor's house,

so to speak, to discuss
everything that happened.

And I know positively that
this fatal morning has started.

The first obvious traces of that
state of the poor governor,

which ended so dramatically
in the evening.

Stepan Trofimovich!
Where? "Stop it!" Stop it.

- Who is it?
- Retired collegiate assessor.

Stepan Trofimovich
Verkhovensky, Your Excellency.

"Are you a professor?" Professor?
Once I had the honor to read

a few lectures to the youth.
To the youth?

I, the merciful sovereign,
will not allow this.

I do not admit youth.
These are all proclamations.

That's enough! That's enough!
Filibusters of our time are defined.

Not a word more.

Measures taken.

This happens. This is
with him since childhood.

- Where are you from?
- I stood here and waited.

I'll leave. Varvara
Petrovna already guessed.

Well, let her. And I
ask you, look here.

What a beauty.
"No, no, no, here."

The horror.
"What horror is this?"

This is beauty in approaching it. And this
is all a ghost of beauty, an illusion.

Who saw the beauty of his own eyes, he
is already marked by the sign of death.

"You are very sick."

God... And this man
wants to do without me.

Listen, Dasha, I see
everything now ghosts.

One imposter recently suggested that I
slaughter Lebyadkin and Marya Timofeevna,

in order to settle with my lawful marriage.
Asked for a deposit of three rubles.

But he made it clear that the whole operation
would cost at least one and a half thousand.

A calculating such a devil. Accountant.

Are you sure? Where did you see him?
"No, it's Fedka the robber,

who had fled from penal servitude.
"Do not you see,

that around are surrounded by their
network? "And to hell with them."

You all have one question.
I can see it in my eyes.

Announcement of marriage
today will not be?

And so now to the end?
"Are you always waiting for the end?"

And what will it be, the end?

"There will be an end."

Then click me, I will come.

Goodbye now. "You're not sure",

that I will not go to Fedka.
"Why are you tormenting me?"

"Listen, and if... well..."
in a word...

You understand, even if to Fedka,
and then would have called you,

Then would you come?

Nurse.

And the star shines on a horse.

Surrounded by other Amazons;

Smiling from the horse to me.

An aristocratic child.

Gentlemen, this morning I picked
up one of the recently scattered

here are illegal papers.

And for the hundredth time I asked myself:
What is its secret?

Gentlemen, I solved the mystery.

The whole secret of their
effect is in their stupidity.

This is the most naked,
simple-minded, the most short stupid.

Be it somehow more cleverly expressed,
and everyone would see all the poverty

this short stupidity.
This is a provocation!

"And I declare that Shakespeare and Rafael
are above the liberation of the peasants,"

above the nationality, above
socialism, above serfdom,

higher than the younger generation,
higher than chemistry.

For they are already the fruit,
the real fruit of all mankind.

Maybe the highest fruit
that can only be.

Do you understand that if you have
a guillotine in the foreground,

and with such enthusiasm, it is only
because it is easier to cut the heads,

but to have an idea is more difficult.

And a person, besides happiness,
also needs unhappiness.

Down! Down with!
"Hey, you laughing there, are you funny?"

Ungrateful! Unjust!

But why? Well, why do not
you want to put up with it?

I curse you! I curse!

"Here comes the prince."

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich, I have
a captain who calls himself"

your relative, your wife's
brother, by the name of Lebyadkin

all writing indecent letters and
in them complains about you,

inviting me to reveal
some secrets about you.

If he really is your
relative, then forbid him

offend me, get rid of trouble.

"Yes, I have the misfortune to
be a relative of this man."

I'm the husband of his
sister, born Lebyadkina.

It's almost five years now.

I will give him your demands
in the very near future.

I swear that he will not
bother you anymore.

Ladies and Gentlemen. Ladies and gentlemen, there
is a fire in the city. The district is on fire.

Shpigulinsky! Shpigulinsky,
there is no one else!

Of course Shpigulinsky, who else?
Who else?

"Fire!" The district burns!

Lisa! "Spare me."

"Fire!" "Spare me."

In the Skvoreshniki drive!

But what is it? Surely it will be so, eh?
In the middle of the day!

"What are they up to, ruffles?"
But you can not bring order!

"Brothers!" But what is this?
Fomka!

Fomka! Why are you yelling, Shpigulinskaya
bush? Did you want to go to the station?

"Brothers!" How long will it be?

"Your Excellency, you
can not go there."

You should be at home.
It's not even safe to stand there!

"These are all four scoundrels."
Four and a half!

Arrest the scoundrels!
What's the matter?

It will fail! What does he do?
"He's putting out, Your Excellency."

- Incredible!
- Your Excellency!

Andrei Antonovich!

Fire in the minds, not on the
roofs of houses! Sneak it!

Stop and quit!
Let it be somehow!

Your...

Where are you throwing? Zashib, the booby!

Brykhin, Kuzkin, run!

Andrei Antonovich,
father, but how is it?

Andrei Antonovich!

- Hello, sir. Where is it early in the morning?
- Going nowhere.

To nowhere... Alek yakta est.

Lord...

"I sent the messenger,
we'll find out soon."

We will leave together. Today.

No, really. Are you married.

So there is nothing to say.
"What was it yesterday?"

There was that was.

"What does that mean, Liza?" And why
did you give me so much happiness?

"It's just my fantasy." Nothing more.

Now you can look into everyone's
eyes boldly and triumphantly.

"What do these words mean, Lisa?"

I can not, I can not now lose you!
You know...

Do you know what it cost me?
"Did not you know yesterday,"

that I'm leaving you today?

Knew or not?

I knew.

Good. Well, so it should end.

And I knew for a long time that
I was only enough for one moment.

Do not be afraid of anyone.
All on myself I take.

I'm bad, capricious.

I was tempted by an opera boat.

I'm a young lady.

And you know...

I still thought that you
are terrible as you love me.

Do not laugh.

I like to feel sorry for myself.

I'm not capable of anything, you
are not capable of anything.

Two clicks on both
sides, and soothe.

It's impossible. It's cruel.

"I must confess to you."

I have long thought that you have
something terrible in your soul,

dirty and bloody,

At the same time, terribly ridiculous,

funny...

It's true?

It always seemed to me that you
would take me to some place,

where there lives a huge
spider in human growth,

and we'll spend all our
lives looking at him

and to be afraid of him - in
this will be our mutual love.

"Who?" "It's just me."

Hello, Elizaveta Nikolaevna.

I'm completely for an instant.
Nikolay Vsevolodovich,

by all means a couple of words?
Necessary.

Just for a couple.

If you already know, then we
are not guilty of anything.

- Burned? Are they killed?
- They are killed, but not burnt,

this is something that is bad. Fedka, evidently,
was in a hurry, the fire was frightened.

But this is a coincidence. I gave
this fool to Lebyadkin 230 rubles

on your behalf...
Are you threatening me?

"Why should I threaten you?"
I'm not Mavrik Nikolayevich.

And imagine, I flew here in the
droshky, and Mavrik Nikolayevich

have your garden grate.
He must have been up all night.

"Who was killed?" What did you
say about Maurice Nikolaevich?

"Did you eavesdrop?"
What did you just say

about Maurice Nikolaevich?
You said killed? Who was killed?

"My wife and her brother
Lebyadkin are killed."

The work of Fedka Katorzhny and the
fool Lebyadkin, who showed everyone

their money. That's why I flew here.
Nikolay Vsevolodovich,

Does he say the truth?
No, it's not true.

"Lord, I'll go crazy."
I'm not here at the drop.

Do you suspect him?

Yes, he stayed with you all night.

Nikolay Vsevolodovich, tell me how,
before God, are you guilty or not?

And I swear, I'll believe your word. Though
I'm going to the end of the world for you,

I'll go like a dog.
"Nothing, not even a thought."

I did not kill and was against, but
I knew that they would be killed,

and did not stop the killers.

"I want to see... I want to see the dead."

I... I know... I know where they are.
And I know this house.

"Listen, Lizaveta Nikolayevna,
Mauritius Nikolaevich will notice us."

"God, he's waiting for me."
"Where are you going?"

Where are you going, Lizaveta Nikolaevna?

"Who's going to get it from him?"
He stabbed it. Why is he lame wife?

- Himself, he is not the first, such a person.
- Drunk to kill - that chicken!

"Yes Stavrogin, Stavrogin, who else?"

No. I want to see the dead first.

I want to see the slaughtered. For me...
Because of them, he stopped loving me...

Mauritius Nikolaevich, do
not forgive me, dishonest.

Why are you crying?

Hit me

and kill here like a dog.

"Lizaveta Nikolaevna,
no one now judges you."

And I'm your judge least of all.

Look, brothers! They'll kill,
and then they'll come looking.

"Kill her like a dog!"

Wait! Wait!

Ah. Forgive me, Darya Pavlovna,
did not want to frighten you.

You did not scare
me, just unexpected.

"I understand that what happened to
your brother is a great sorrow."

I did not mean to disturb you.
"Please, without preamble."

Ask your questions.
I have to go soon.

"Thank you."

Did you know about
what your brother did?

No. He did not initiate me.

- That is your relationship...
- In childhood we were very close.

Then he left, went
to university.

Then he left for America.
He did not write to me.

"And what was his
relationship with Stavrogin?"

He literally worshiped him.
We all grew up together.

He was his idol. Although I do not know,

after America, the brother changed a lot.
Which way?

He became very religious.
Although he did not go to church,

but constantly talked about it.
He had his own idea,

as always confusing...
"What about Stavrogin?" He believed in God?

God knows. Me not.

"Well, you lived in the same house."
I do not think that this is enough

for trusting relationships.
Sorry, I have to go.

And some people say that you
had a closer relationship.

"Do you, sir, base your
assumptions on urban gossip?"

We are not squeamish. Believe,
in our practice gossip too often

turn out to be true, but I
apologize if you reserve.

Last question.
I will not bother you again.

How did Nikolai Vsevolodovich survive
the death of Elizabeth Nikolaevna?

After all, was she once
considered to be his bride?

"Ask him."

"Do you know me, no?"
Did I introduce myself to you?

You were not recommended, but I
had the pleasure of seeing you

four years ago here, in a
monastery, by accident.

"I have not been to the
monastery here four years ago."

I was very small here
when you were not there.

And this is what you have?

Ba, the map of the last war!
And why do you need this?

Interesting description,
checked on the landmark.

Strange, however, for you to read.

And I do not know why I came.

"Are you unwell?"
Yes, it is not healthy.

I am prone to
hallucinations at night.

I see, and sometimes I feel beside
myself some kind of evil creature,

mocking, reasonable, it is
to me in different forms,

but always the same, but I'm angry.

However, this is all nonsense, nonsense.
I'll go see the doctor.

Of course, go.
How long have you been exposed to this?

"About a year, but it's all nonsense."

It's me in different
faces, and nothing more.

And you probably think that I'm
still in doubt and I'm not sure,

that it's me, and not
really a devil, right?

Demons exist, it is certain,

but understanding about
them can be very different.

"Can you believe in a demon
without believing in God?"

It is very possible, very often.

"And I'm sure that you find such
a faith much more respectable,"

than complete disbelief, yes, pop?

Complete atheism is more respectable
than secular indifference.

The indifferent has no
faith except bad fear.

Remember in the Apocalypse: "Write to
the Angel of the Church of Laodicea..."?

Do you have a? I want to read it.
I know the place, I remember, I remember.

"Do you remember by heart?" Read it.

"And to the Angel of the
Church of Laodicea, write:."

This is written by Amen, a faithful and true
witness, the beginning of the creation of God:

I know your works;
Neither cold nor hot;

If only you were cold or hot!

But because you are warm,
not hot and not cold,

then I will scourge you out of my mouth.

For you say: I am rich, I have
become rich, I do not need anything;

"But you do not know that you are pathetic,
and poor, and blind, and naked..."

Enough, enough.

Is this all for the middle,
for the indifferent?

And you know, I love you very much.
Me too.

"You probably already know that
I came with something, right?"

"I guessed by the face."

"These are leaflets
assigned for distribution."

"Read it?" Read, read, I'm calm.

You will read - do not say anything,
but read - you will say everything.

"They ruined the whole
ficus, Ivan Lvovich."

It's to blame. Only this is not our
ficus, this is material evidence.

The widow of Pichugin kept
the stolen goods in it.

I'm dying for hard labor, and the
ficus is for us on the windowsill.

No, they do not. They are not
alike, they are not alike.

If they gave me anything, I
would never have identified it.

Get ready!

Aim! Pli!

Tidy, the canal. It seems that he is
blindly blind, but almost always gets.

- Get ready! Aim! Pli!
- Oh, again.

"Ivan Lvovich, do you
believe in immortality?"

This is the ficus on you?
So do not worry,

I'll tell the watchman, he will replace
the land, manure with manure -

will revive the plant,
do not even hesitate.

- Pli!
- Ah, again!

Tell me, what kind of schoolboy, that
recently shot himself in the city?

Yes, nothing, all by stupidity.

I squandered my parents'
money, the boy was very upset.

All from stupidity.

Although, I must admit, the last
time to shoot was often. Yes, sir.

As from the roots broke.

"Our business is passionate,
complete, widespread destruction."

He is not a revolutionary,

"if he is sorry for
anything in this world."

- Who are you?
- The gymnast.

"Ah, who spent the
parental money?"

"Yes, but it does not matter now."

Sorry, you did not interrogate me then.
I know a lot now.

So let's try to do it now.

"It's too late now."

You know, today I drank champagne
for the first time in my life,

"Château d'Ichem" is called.
Rare bugger, however.

Today? "No, no, tomorrow",

about this time.

Do you remember that you promised to
write and sign everything I dictated?

"I did not promise anything."

I myself want it myself.

So, I will have to take
over all your abominations.

"I never understood
anything in your theory,"

but I know that you did
not invent it for us,

so, and without us execute.

Is this person at Myasnichiha?
He's here.

How - here, damn it?
How dare he?

- He had to wait.
- There it is.

This is what you thought up?
Why did not you wait, where ordered?

Pyotr Stepanovich, you're
a rotten human louse -

that's who I honor you for.

You promised me fifteen
thousand for innocent blood.

And I, as it is, did not take part.
So it turns out that you're a murderer.

You in God Himself, the creator of the true,
ceased to believe in your debauchery.

You are an idol, you are a villain
of seduction, called an atheist.

Oh, you drunken harya. The image
itself is ripped off, and God preaches!

True, ripped, but I only
took off the zengchug.

And you let the mouse out,
so you scolded God's finger.

What is it, eh?

"If you decide to run, I'm at
the other end of the ball..."

I'll hang it like a fly, I'll crush it.

"Did you see what Fedka was drinking in the kitchen?"
- How - what drank? I was drinking vodka.

"So you know that he drank vodka
for the last time in his life."

This Fomka decided it.

This is Fomka, there is no one else.
Shpigulinsky.

Undoubtedly, the quarrel between them is
because of money hidden by Fedka. - A?

"Well, the ones he took from the late
Lebyadkin that-with, kidnapped."

"To the station."

Eh, lady, she poked herself
on Voznesenskaya street,

and this is the Epiphany.
Voznesensky-that lane where.

Ascension, Epiphany -
all these stupid names

you should know more than mine.

- Who's there?
- If you are Shatov, then answer

straightforward and honest, as always,
are you ready to let me in or not?

"Marie, is that you?"
"I, myself, Marya Shatova,

and I assure you that I can
not detain a cab any more.

Now!

Here, take your 30 cents. And I assure
you that you will not receive from me

more than a penny.
"Lady, add it."

"Do not you dare do this."
"Do not worry." Come on."

Only gelding.

"It's to the left." Come on. "Here.

- You're cold!
- No.

I'll stay with you for a
while, while I look for work.

But if I embarrass you, then
again I ask, do me a favor,

state now, as well as must,
if you are an honest person.

I can sell something tomorrow
and pay at the hotel.

"What hotel, Marie!"
Why why? What are you.

"Remember, Shatov, we were
married with you for two weeks."

And now three years as a divorce,
without a special, however, a quarrel.

But I do not intend to renew anything.
I...

"I came to look for
work in this city,"

- that to me all the same.
- Good.

"And if I turned straight
to you, it's only because,"

that always considered you much
better than others... scoundrels.

I'm tired. "Tired?" Marie...

Now I...

However, if you agree, maybe tea?
Why should I disagree, I will agree.

Which you are still a child.

You are cramped and cold.

"There's firewood, so..."
However, tea. Now.

"So, there's no tea in the house, is it?"
Yes, it will be now.

Kirillov, have tea! Samovar give.

My wife came to see me, imagine?

"Take it, take it all."
The kettle is hot, hot.

All take sugar, bread. Come on.

"There's a lot of bread." There is veal.
That's great.

- Money ruble.
- Come on, friend.

I'll give everything up, Kirillov, twice.
Take the candle, take the candle it's dark.

Kirillov, now if you could
give up your terrible fantasies

and throw this atheistic nonsense,

that's what you would
be a man, Kirillov!

Shatov, it's me.

You need to transfer the machine tomorrow at
exactly 7 o'clock in the afternoon to Liputin.

I will come for you tomorrow at 6 pm, and
you will specify the place. And further.

We are told to convey that
nothing more is required of you.

- Nothing?
- And never.

And Verkhovensky? Will be?

No.

That's because he fooled everyone
and fled. "No, he's still here."

He will leave only tomorrow. I
asked him to remain as a witness,

but he did not agree.

And I buried the printing press in
the Stavroginsky park in the grotto.

Go away. In a march!
"Tomorrow at six in the evening."

- The fool.
- What?

Nothing. Go away.
"I thought you said something."

"Did I fall asleep on your bed?"
How dare not wake me?

"Marie, how could I wake you?"
Yes, they could, should have.

- What?
- Go to sleep.

Mari, is it bad? Is it sick? What?
What is it?

"I have Dr. Frenzel, I'll run away."
What?

He's very... If the stomach, so I can
poultices. Well, the doctor is not needed.

No, do not. Go, do not
look at me, do not look.

Walk, walk, say something.

Tell me something.
What do you do? Do you preach?

Yes, I preach God, of course.
"Do you preach God?"

Do not believe in it.
"I, too, preach for the sake of faith."

Yes that such.
"I preach for the faith."

"What is it?"
What? Marie, I do not know how to help.

"Can not you see what started?"
What started?

"Can not you see that I'm suffering from
childbirth, be he damned, this child!"

A-ah! - Now.
- Where! No! No!

Do not you dare!
I'm a midwife midwife.

No need for a grandmother, no need for a
grandmother, no need for any grandmother!

How not? "No midwife!" Just...

"But I can not do it myself, Marie." "An old
woman, an old woman, just an old woman."

I'll die - the better.

Who's there? "It's me, Shatov!"

My wife returned to me, and
now she will give birth.

I'm behind Arina Prokhorovna, and I'm not
going anywhere without Arina Prokhorovna!

"Did your wife come to see you?"
- Yes, I came back. And now he will give birth.

Do not worry, I'll pay for everything.

"I have always appreciated Marie Ignatyevna's
independent feelings, although she may,"

I do not remember.
Do you have the necessary things?

No, but they will, they will.
You, the main thing, come. All will be!

Bless and save.

Open up, Lyamshin, otherwise
I'll knock out a window for you.

Here's the revolver, take it back,
but give me 15 rubles, Lyamshin.

- You are drunk?
- Give 15 rubles, otherwise I'll tell you

a frame I will beat out!
- For God's sake, do not knock, why should you

money at night if you are not drunk?

"My wife came back to see me."

I've already dropped 10 rubles.
We really need money.

How? You do not live with your wife.
"I'm going to hit your head now, Lyamshin!"

My wife is suffering,
I need money, I say.

"Maybe I do not want to take the revolver
back." Bought a thing, it's over.

10 rubles, tomorrow
5, just faster, please.

"No, no, no, the day after tomorrow, 5, and
tomorrow, I swear, there will not be."

Let's at least 10. Let's.
"Do not come any more."

Yes, it's only 5!
"I can not, I swear."

Though I can not cut it, I can not.
A scoundrel.

Wait! Wait! Tell me, is it true?

What else?
"Has your wife returned to you?"

The fool.

Fool!

- Tuzhsya.
- A-ah!

A-ah! I can not!
Tuzhsya, you fool!

And then I'll kill you right now!
Aah!

"The boy?"
- The boy.

Handsome.

"What a joy, Arina Prokhorovna."

Can?

What a small one.

Pretty.

Oh. - That's right. There were
two, and suddenly a third.

Human. He screams. A new spirit.

Whole. Finished. As it does not
happen at the hands of a human.

Even scary. And there is nothing
higher than this in the world.

"Any fly is a mystery."
And superfluous people should not be born.

In the shelter of his day after tomorrow to
drag... "He will not go to me from the shelter."

Are you adopting?
"He is my son."

Oh, we made a laugh. Oh,
you made me laugh. For life.

Money from you therefore I will not take.
Oh, in a dream I will laugh.

So. Good.

Well well well.

That's better? Yes.

Come here.

Sit down to me.

Nikolai Stavrogin is a scoundrel.

"It's all over." Finished with the
old delirium, shame, dead body.

We will work. I will work.
We will be happy.

Forever.

You know, Kirillov says that all people
are good, just do not know that.

And he's right. A thousand times right.

How good people are.

And God is.

There is.

"I completely forgot about you."

- I'll wait.
- Now.

- Where are you going?
- Necessary. Last step.

- No. No.
- And there is a new way.

And we will never
remember this old horror.

"Wait, no, do not go."
Do not worry.

I soon.

"If I'm not mistaken, the printing
house will be sent first."

Well, of course. Do not
lose the same thing.

I know that his wife came to Shatov

and gave birth to a child.

You can be sure that now
he will not report.

He is now in happiness.

"If you, Mr. Verginsky,
suddenly became happy,"

then you would postpone the civil feat,
which would be considered your duty

and duty, eh?

"No, I would not."
I would not postpone it for anything.

Well, so you know, that Shatov regards
his denunciation as a civil duty.

In addition, I do not see any happiness in
the fact that his wife after three years

came to him to give birth
to another's child.

"But no one saw the denunciation."
This is the height of stupidity.

Gosh, it's stupid, gentlemen. On an
honest word to risk a common cause?

None of you has the right
to leave the case.

I also came here to
protest against the plotted

enterprise. I'm leaving.

And not because I was
afraid of danger.

And not from the feelings
that I feel for Shatov.

But only because it
contradicts my program.

"I'd better take a cabman."
The cabby? Also a witness.

"Well, to hell with him."
The main thing is to end soon.

And finally, I assure you that after
meeting Shatov, maybe, somehow, with him

and I bow, but I will not warn.

Have you ever been happy?

Erkel?
"You seem very happy now."

Here I buried it.

At this very spot.

And where is the spade?

- Keep!
- What do you mean?

You can not do it this way!

You can not do it this way.

You can not do it this way.

It's not that. It's not
that, it's not that...

No, that's not it at all! A-ah!
Aah!

Calm down, calm down! T-c-c!
"Gentlemen, more quietly!"

- A-ah!
- Quietly, quietly. Hold it.

"Stop it, it's quiet."

It is very strange.
I thought of him quite different.

And now, gentlemen, we will disperse.
Of course, each of you

should feel that free pride, which
is associated with execution

free debt. And just
try to slip away.

"You killed?"

No, no, no one will report, they will
not dare, otherwise I'll take them... Ay!

What rubbish people are.

Yes, yes! Yes, yes!

If you are late, do not complain to you.
You gave 3 hours.

"You can not give me, you fool."
"Tea is cold, eh!"

Wow, boiled chicken.

"Eat, if you can."
From you it stinks of something.

"I only dictated a
few lines about how,"

that you and Shatov were spreading
proclamations with the help of Fedka.

"His wife came to see him." She woke
up and sent for him. Where is he?

"No one should know that I'm here."
She will not know. She sleeps again.

And Shatov, if he comes,
I'll hide you in that room.

"Shatov will not come." And you write that
they quarreled over betrayal and denunciation.

"You killed him?"
Kirillov, this should have ended.

"Is that what he spat
at you in Geneva?"

- You know, you risked it.
- I will not write that I killed Shatov.

And now I will not write anything.
I want you out now!

"No, it's nothing!" I will not
leave until I open your skull,

if you are afraid, damn you!
I'm sorry for Shatov.

"So I'm sorry, too."
"Shut up, you rascal, I'll kill you!"

I want to kill myself. All scoundrels,
and I'm a scoundrel like you!

I agree. But you understand
that these are only words?

"I... I've never wanted
anything to do with words."

God is necessary, and therefore must be.
Very well.

If you shoot yourself, then you
will become a god. It seems so?

"But I know that it does
not exist and can not be."

This is more true.
"Monkey, you agree,

to conquer me. "I'm always glad",

- if I can please.
- Be silent!

If there is no god, then I am God.

"I could never understand this point
from you." Why are you a god?

"A man did nothing
but invent a god."

I alone in world history did
not want to invent God.

I'm terribly unhappy, I'm terribly afraid,
but I have to believe that I do not believe.

I'll start and finish, and I'll open the door.
And save! Only one will save all people

and in the next generation
will degenerate physically!

I was looking for 3 years and found a
proof! The attribute of my deity...

self-will. Give the pen, come on!
Dictus, I'll sign everything,

that Shatov has killed I shall write.
Dictue, while I'm funny!

"I, Alexei Kirillov, declare..." "Well, stop,
I do not want to!" To whom do I declare?

I want to know who!
"No one, everyone, the first one to read,"

the whole world.
Bravo! To the whole world!

Do not repent, I do
not want to repent.

- Write, if you are serious.
- I want to face the face with my tongue sticking out!

Nonsense. Yes, and without the
figure can be expressed in one tone.

- In a tone? It's good. Dictue. Tone!
- "I, Alexei Kirillov, declare:

Yesterday, in the evening, at 8
o'clock, killed a student Shatov

"for betrayal, in the park, and for
denouncing the proclamations and Fedka."

- Fedka!
- "... which we both have

in the house Filippov lodged
and slept for 10 days.

I'm killing myself today from
a revolver, not because,

that I repent and you are afraid, but
because I had an intention abroad

"stop your life."
- Only?

"Not another word."
"Well, stop, you nonsense!"

I want to know who I killed! What does Fedka
have to do with it? What about the fire?

I want to spew it in another tone, in a
tone! "Why are you bulging your eyes?"

Sign it.

"I want to scream, I want to scream!"
Sign: For the Republic,

and quite. Great and so.
Bravo! "Вив ля републик".

A disgusting smell. "Viv la Republic
is a democratic, social..."

No not like this!
"Liberté, egalite à la la mor".

"He will not shoot himself."
What a shame the people, ah!

A-ah!

"Is there anyone?"

Mr. Kirillov?

"They killed... They
killed!" Where are people?

They killed... How so? I did...

They killed... They killed, did not they?

They killed and killed!

Killed!

They killed and killed!

They killed him.

"You were seen with Verkhovensky."
You saw it, darling, you saw it.

- Did you see him off?
- So what?

Does not understand. Where
did he go, did he say?

Is it true that Shatov once
spat Verkhovensky in the face?

You do not want to talk to us?
"Sir, ask such questions,"

so that I could answer.
10 people were killed in the city

since you are playing
these games of yours.

The wife of Shatov and her child, albeit
indirectly, also on your conscience.

Do not you feel sorry for anyone?
It's a pity.

I'm very sorry for all, to tears.
In the protocol, write it down.

"You're not sorry, pup!"
Sits, rocks.

Nothing, go to penal servitude -
there you will find out what pity is.

In hard labor, you will be taught pity!

Write: "At these words, the
prisoner was grinning."

"Your mother is dying."

Do you know that, mister cheerful?

"It's you on purpose."
"Purely" is for your part.

Dies, son calls. We would let go to
say goodbye, we are not monsters.

Only your attitude to the
investigation is such,

that it's impossible to let you go.

Yes, let him die, old already.

It's time.

Andrei!

- Take it away.
- Come on!

Crazy.

This mama's son -
the most unfeeling of the killers.

And besides, I am sure that
by killing poor Shatov,

he had no personal hatred for
that, unlike Verkhovensky.

All the same, these fighters for the happiness of the people
are petty, in a shop-like way they are proud of themselves.

Ivan Lvovich, the revolution,
if it does happen,

will make shopkeepers, mobbots.
Hands of romantics.

"So Erkel is also a romantic."

"Pyotr Stepanovich, it would be
better if you did not leave."

"I will not be long, I'll
be back in a moment."

Tell me, is it true that there
is only one "five" in Russia?

"But now it's all the same,
one" five "or one thousand.

"Pyotr Stepanovich, I will understand."

You need to keep your personality, because
you are everything, and we are nothing.

- Well yes...
- I'll understand everything.

"Ah, you touched me with a sick finger."
If I'm late,

I will let you know at once.
However, for you I am calm -

although I leave you with these monsters.

Do not worry, they will not tell.

They will not dare. Well, Erkel, good-bye.

"Pyotr Stepanovich, I'll understand everything."
- Well, so pleasant.

Yes, here still - hold. For memory.

Touch it.

The day after the
murder of Shatov.

Yes... In the capital, I
suppose, already ripped.

And even abroad somewhere

above us, fools, amused.
Everything, I collect materials,

and will be sent to St. Petersburg.
The search is necessary throughout Russia.

This is also insulting.
We have done all the work with you,

and they will take our prisoners under
investigation and present the case in such a way,

that about us then even do not remember:
"a province where are they?"

Where are you glueing, where?! You're even
higher than the sticker, your fool is foolish,

so that no one could make out!
It's my fault, I did not calculate it.

On a level of eyes glued.
- Here is the level of the eyes, here. Here and glue.

Below... Go!

Ten souls are ruined. And for what?

For the sake of the game,
an ephemeral venture.

"It's not such an ephemeral,
Ivan Lvovich, alas."

People often think
shameful common activity,

here and these
costume games begin:

Going to the people of enthusiastic young
men and young ladies from good families.

To think, young people go to the call
of a scoundrel, vulgar, talentless.

And mediocrity plus
painful ambitions -

Here is a portrait of a revolutionary.

"That's it, sir, but you can not
say anything about Stavrogin."

A gifted man.
Yes, is he a revolutionary?

"Everything points to him."
But I have no such confidence.

I'll tell you honestly -
I could not understand in any way,

who is this Mr. Stavrogin.

Stavrogin Nikolai Vsevolodovich
at his estate appeared.

In the morning we drove in secret.

"Well, Pavel Dmitrievich, he is fleeing
to the catcher and the beast."

Now you will see who is Mr.
Stavrogin. I ask you to.

"Daria Pavlovna, you once
wanted to see me" as a nurse"

and have made a promise to
send for you when you need to.

Last year, like Herzen, I enrolled in
the citizens of the canton of Uri,

that in Switzerland,
and no one knows.

There I already bought a small house.
I'm going there in two days.

Want with me?

I'm not well, but I hope to get rid
of hallucinations with the air there.

This is physically, and morally -
you know. Whether only all?

My dear friend, the creation is
gentle and generous, which I guessed.

I know that I had to kill myself,
sweep myself off the ground,

as a vile insect, but
I'm afraid of suicide,

for I am afraid to show generosity.
I know that this will be a fraud,

"the last fraud in an endless
series of deceptions."

"Daria, do you have
anything special,"

what would you like to report?

No. Nothing.

"On your soul, on your
heart, on your conscience?"

Nothing.

Will you go?

I'll go.

What should I do here now?

- Varvara Petrovna.
- I'm listening?

It became known for certain that
your son Nikolai Vsevolodovich

is here, in your estate Skvoreshniki.
"Yes, sir."

We would very much
like to talk with him.

"Nikolay Vsevolodovich!"
Nikolay Vsevolodovich!

I'll go and look in the wing.
Look. Nicholas! Kolya!

"Look in the wing."
- Yes, I do.

Kolya!

Nicholas! Kolya!

"I, Nikolai Stavrogin, a retired
officer, lived then in Petersburg,"

indulging in debauchery, in
which he found no pleasure.

"That day I accepted Nina Savelievna,
the maid of a lady who loved me."

"Ninochka, next time,
somehow warn you in advance"

about his visit.
Nikolay Vsevolodovich,

you know that I always
come this way -

so fresh on the feelings.

"Then I had only one room,
hired from middle-aged Russians."

They themselves were placed side by
side, in the other, more crowded.

I often stayed alone with
my host's daughter -

ten or twelve years old, quite a child
in appearance. Her name was Matryoshka.

She was an ordinary person, but
very much childish and quiet.

Extremely quiet.

They had a lot of geranium on the
window, the sun was shining brightly...

"My heart began to beat violently."

Ah! ..

"She looked at me with fixed
eyes." Her lips began to twitch,

to cry, but still did not scream.
I kissed her hands,

Then he took her to his knees.

I kissed her face and legs, and
suddenly strangeness happened,

which I will never forget.

The girl wrapped her arms around my neck
and suddenly began to kiss me herself.

I almost got up and did not go away - so
it was unpleasant for me in such a child -

"from pity, but I stayed."

What a top you have interesting.

"When it was all over, she
covered her face with her hands"

and stood in the corner
facing the wall, motionless.

I left the house in silence. Finally I decided
at once to finish everything and leave

from St. Petersburg, but when he
came to abandon the apartment,

"I found the owner in alarm and sorrow."

"He's delirious, the third day already."

To terrify what:
I, they say, God killed.

"We ought to have a doctor."
God willing, it will pass like this.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

"Then I felt fear for the
first time in my life.

It was a minute of real fear,
although not very strong yet."

"Nikolay Vsyevolodovitch, do you really
look after the Matryoshka, please."

I run, I instantly. Good?
Yeah. Thank you.

"The windows were open, the
air was warm, even hot."

I remember everything till the last minute.

I was determined not to
talk to the Matryoshka,

but to torment her, I do not know why.

I was so low that I was pleased
that she had come out first.

I sat, watched and did not move.

She often nodded at me

and suddenly lifted her
little fist at me.

She kept waving at me,
nodding, reproaching me.

She walked away and stood
with her back to the window.

I do not understand why I did
not go away then and wait.

Soon I heard her
hurried steps again.

I remember everything awfully.
My heart was beating violently.

I took out my watch.

Twenty minutes have
passed since she left.

And suddenly my heart
began to beat again.

To the pain.

I went to the closet.

And at that very moment I remembered
that when I was sitting by the window,

looked at the geranium and forgot,

then I thought about how I would
bend over and look in this window.

Finally I saw what was needed.

I decided to print these sheets
in three hundred copies.

The time will come, I will send to
the police and local authorities.

At the same time I will send all newspapers
to the editorial office asking for publicity.

And at the same time appear
in a translation abroad.

I want everyone to look at me.

You have come to the great path,
the way from the unheard of -

to execute yourself before the whole world.

You already like to hate and
despise all those who read

here described.
Why are you ashamed of repentance?

"Am I ashamed?"
"Be ashamed and afraid."

I'm scared for you.
There is an impassable abyss before you.

Even in the form of a great repentance
this is something ridiculous.

"In this form?" You found something
funny in the syllable, right?

And in essence. Ugly will kill.

Ugly? What ugliness?

Crimes. There are crimes
that are truly ugly -

shameful, shameful.
In addition to all horror, so to speak,

inelegant. "So you..."

That is, you find it funny that the
foot of this dirty girl kissed

and... everything I told you? ..
I see.

Christ will not forgive.

In your own book it is said
that there is no crime above,

than to offend the One
from these little ones.

I'll tell you the glad tidings:

Christ will forgive, if
only you forgive yourself.

He will forgive you for your intention,
for your suffering is great.

Conquer your desire
and your intention,

postpone the pages - and then everything is already,
all your pride and your demon will confuse.

I ask your prayers

the one you love so much.

What, what's wrong with you?

"Poor, poor, dead young man."

You have never stood so close
to the most terrible crime,

like now.

"The damned psychologist."

And then, there was nothing.

Where is he, a bastard, is something?

"I'm afraid he's gone."

"Lady, I seem to have seen him there."

I'm not going there.

What will he get there?

Dasha, what is it?

Nikolay... Vsevolodovich.

Neither...

Kolya. Kolya!

Kolya!

Kolya!

"Illusion, sir, typical
Russian phantom."

Revolution, sir, nothing
significant ever changes,

Do not open. They only rearrange
the old elements in a new way.

They only discover a disease that was
hidden inside the people's organism.

The obsession with revolution -
characteristic Russian obsession.

All this is religion, sir.
Religion of the demonic order.

Look at these people, on their faces.
They are beautiful in their own way,

take at least the same Stavrogin.

Can demons be beautiful?

It is said that Satan can receive
the face of an angel of light.

"You are a mystic, they warned me."

"Mysticus" means "mysterious."

In essence, all Orthodoxy is mystical,
because it deals with secrecy.

God is a mystery.

And man is a mystery.

"And what was on those sheets
that Stavrogin brought to you?"

"This is a mystery."

One thing I can say: This could
be the greatest Christian feat,

if he could stand it.

"I dare not delay it any longer."

But I myself doubt it.

- Everyone has doubts.
- Yes, I simply do not believe.

You say demons...
Yes, I do not believe in demons either.

"You do not have to believe in demons."
Do you believe in God?

I would like to.

"Now, sir, my wife passed
the bearish fat here."

Need, Need. One tablespoon three
times a day on an empty stomach,

one hour before a meal. I ask you to.
A month of drinking, then a break.

She wrote all this in detail.

Here are the wines, honey, pies, apples.

"Why, you should not have."
"Yes, sir, sir."

I'm only on the basis
of state needs.

Because such people as
you need to protect.

Yes, sir. And you, sir,
do not forget us, either.

Will be in Petersburg -
put in a word.

You are a trifle, and we are happy, sir.
I think that soon

this four will be demanded in St.
Petersburg, so you can come yourself.

Bye. "With God, sir."

Guardian angel in your
path, Pavel Dmitrievich.

"Thank you."
Good news, Holy Scripture,

sir, the New Testament. With pictures,
without, for adults, for children.

- Buy it.
- Then, then.

Touch it.

"Then it will be too late."

"Nicolas, take the
scarf, it's cool here."