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LENFILM

First Creative Union 1966

In the town of S.

The story of Dr Stratsev
is based on "Ionich" by A.P. Chekhov

Script by Joseph Heifitz

Main Operator:
Henry Marandzhyan

Artists:
B. Manevich, I. Kaplan

Composer: Nadezhda Simonian
Editor: V. Perov, Sound operator: K. Lashkov

Montage: S. Gorakova
Operator: S. Ivanov, Editor: L. Rahmanov

Costumes: L.Moshkina, Make-up: V. Ul'yanov
Decorations: R. Tarakanova

Assistants: L.Krivitsiakaya, I.Mochalova, E. Tatarski,
A. Kudryavsev, S. Filanovski, Yu. Smirnov,
V. Mogiianskaya, T.Guseva

Director:
M. Gendenshtein

Chekhov: ANDREI POPV
Starzev: ANATOLI PAPANOV

Katya: NONNA TERENT'EVA
Vera Iosifovna: LIDIYA SHTIKAN
Turkin: IGOR GORBACHEV

In episodes:
A. BATALOV A. BORISOV
G. SHPIGEL E.SHUTOV

Village scenes were filmed
in the manor-house museum
of Chekhov in Melihovo

We are completely lost.
They will find our bodies in spring.

They will eat pancakes at the funeral,
and then forget us.

- Do you hear the bells?
- God grant, will be remain alive! Come on!

Get up!

Another one.

What misfortune has brought us
to these uncomfortable lands...

And at such an hour.

I will go the the Beloe village,
there are people starving there.

You always want to be closer
to the stove.

Thank you. No worries.

I need to make a note.

What is your name and patronymic?

- Anton Pavlovich Chekhov.
- Ch-e-khov.

Are you a merchant,
or one of the government workers?

I am a doctor, from Moscow.

Let us introduce ourselves,
we are colleagues.

Maltsev, Dmitry Savel'evich.

I used to travel to these lands
as a young boy for night shifts.

My Father served as a Deacon.

In Chevarda,
about 35 miles from here.

You, respected Sir, have left
your wife and children in Moscow.

Your practice,
the company of cultured people

Instead you are taking money
to the peasants.

As for them, dear Sir,

they will take all your money
to the barman.

We will use the charity money
to buy horses and feed them untill spring.

In spring, we will give them
to those without horses.

We cannot allow hunger
to take place again, gentlemen.

My teacher has come.
"Mademoiselle".

Come on, Andreeva, get ready.
Time to go.

There is one hope for our people

Intelligent minds.

My Father, may he rest in peace,
was a poor man

and yet managed to give me
an education.

Now I want to ask to be made
a village doctor.

I will treat the common people.

People are suffering.

What can be a great goal than to ease
their pain? My God, what joy...

That is "The flood" by Sinkevich.

What joy to free people of suffering,
to fight with lack of education.

- How old are you Malt'zev?
- What does it matter?

There was a time in my life
when I too had faith,

when I saw a goal.

I believed in all sorts of things.

Do you have five roubles?

Thank you.

Look here.

And hurry up.

I will go to Bessarabia,
my daughter is out there somewhere.

- What year did you graduate, may I ask?
- 1884.

I graduated later.

... She finished the musical school.

When they gave us our graduation certificate,
we had to say an earnest vow.

I give my honourable word,

I think that is how it went

that I will not darken the reputation
of the honourable ranks, which I now join.

What cold.

And the birds are already flying
to Russia from Africa.

What drives them?

Nostalgia for Homeland?

Love for Homeland?

Millions freeze on the way.

The poets know this...

They ought to praise them in song.

Gentlemen...

it is time to leave.

I will go to Bessarabia.

Flowers are probably already
in bloom there.

Wine is cheap.

What is there beyond the castle?

He must have read Tsinkevi before bed.

Common people are sufferers.

Do not darken honour of your people.

Words, words.

My God,
how full Russia is of good people.

One ought to write about
how he is already an old man at forty.

The powerlessness of the soul.

No work, no love or faith.

He is saving money
and putting them in a bank.

He has forgotten how to treat people,

Eats and drinks a lot,
sleeps in the daytime.

Snores in his sleep.

Oh, to write about all this.

Hey, watch out!

Who is here?

Oh, hello,
you have come at last!

I am grateful to you for your visit.

Bonjour!

Very happy to see such a pleasant guest.

Come.

I will introduce you to my wife.

Verochka!

Startzev has come!
Remember, the doctor from Sdialev!

I told you about him.

I've managed to get into town for shopping,
and thought I would pay you a visit.

So that is what you are like.

Is that a journal you have?

By the way, have you read Protopopovs
last article? It is a masterpiece!

I tell him that he has no right
to keep sitting in his hospital.

He ought to give his free time
to the community!

Yes, yes!

You may court me.

My husband is as jealous as Otello.

But we will try to behave in such a way
that he notices nothing.

Where is the handkerchief?

You naughty girl.

Doctor,
you have come just at the right time.

My wife has written a great novel.

Today she will read it aloud.
- Let me introduce you.

Doctor Startsev.

Dmitry Ionich.

Help yourself.

Zhanchik,
ask them to serve us some tea.

Dmitry Ionich,
I will introduce you to my daugher.

Katya is a musician.
Really a great talent.

Be careful.

Kitten! Kitten!

Daddy, I have a thorn in my finger.
On my right hand.

The most important one.

Kitten,
you do not look after your hands at all.

Here, show the Doctor.

Meet Dr Startstev, Katen'ka.

Dmitry Ionich. He is a wonderful man.

- Katherine.
- Pardon.

No! Look, if it is a thorn,
I will not be able to play today.

Your name is Dmitry?

Do you know what that means in greek?
- I do not remember.

It means you serve
the Goddess of farming, Demetra.

And I am Katherine.
- Who serves?

The untainted one!

The untainted one,
that is how it is.

This is not a thorn simply a prick-mark.

It hurts.

That is my favourite maple-tree.

Daddy says
it is more than a hundred years old.

How old are you?

Less... Thirty and...

Let us go, it is hot here!

What are you reading, Ekaterina Ivanovna?

This is "One thousand souls"
by Pisemsky.

We have a great library in our town.

A great one, as Daddy says.

They always leave
the best books for me.

What a funny name Pisemsky had:
Aleksei Fiofilaktich!

Fiofilaktich!
Sounds like "Ionich"!

Here only the girls read.

The librarian Petr Danilovich says
if it wasn't for us and the young jews,

the library would have to be closed!

Here, here!

Let's go.

Mummy will read her new novel.

Part I.
"The travelling artist"

The temperature was dropping.

The setting sun lit the snowy plain
with it's cold rays.

And the lonely traveller,
who was walking down the road.

The angry wind mercilessly tore
at the walking artists cloak.

And the frost,
which was getting stronger,

painfully stung his face,

which was framed with dark,
slightly curly hair.

In the blue guest room of the castle,

a young countess was sitting
by the window deep in thought.

The winter sunset was burning out
with a ruby tint to the sky

and this gave a charming backdrop
for her tilted head.

The quiet and sad sounds of a piano playing
were melting in the depth of the room

Ready!

When she heard the words of the countess
about the new library built in the village,

the mother of the girls
made a sign of cross quietly.

A large tear of gratitude rolled down
the cheek of the old peasant-woman.

It fell on the table
into a saucer with cold tea.

That is all,
ladies and gentlemen

Not bad.

Very, very well written.

Such expression of characters
and a real cascade of events.

Yes, really,
humanity will not forget you.

And now you, Kitten,
play something for us.

Thank you.
You played today, like never before.

Die, Dennis,
but you will never write anything better.

What forte! What piano!
What feeling!

Supper, Gentlemen!

Zhanchik,
please ask everyone to supper.

If young people declare
their love for each other on a raft,

their love will be only physical!

If she loves not you but your brother,
it is called brotherly love!

Mustard, please.

Where did you learn music,
in the conservatoire?

No, I am only planning to study
in the conservatoire.

For now, I have studied here.
With Madame Zavlovskaya.

I ask him,
do you own any property? Which?

My husband! When he is drunk,
he lies still like property!

Did you complete your education
in the local gymnasium?

Oh no.

We invited teachers for home schooling.

You must agree with me,
in a gymnasium or an institute,

there can be negative influences.

While a young woman is growing up,

she must remain under
the influence of her mother alone.

But despite this,
I will go to the conservatoire.

No.

Kitten loves her mother.
Kitten will not upset her father...

... and mother.

No, I will go! I will.

- Zhanchik, fill the glass of Dmitry...
- ... Feofanovich!

Ionich... Thank you,
but it is time for me to go.

Another nine miles to walk by foot.

Pleasant though your company is.

It is time for us to go too.

Bachelors are the men,

which fire bullets out
of idle fire-arms only.

Zhanchik!

Yes, oh yes.

What aromas.

Well, Pava,
show your acting skills.

Die, you unfortunate one!

Good-bye, Dmitry Barmidontich.

Life here in Melihov
is much cheaper than in Moscow.

No drivers are needed

and the main thing is that
there is no need to pay rent for the flat.

No need to wear ironed shirts.

Time to write.

Cholera has already made it
as far as Saratov.

If it crawls as far as here,

I will be the only doctor
for twenty villages.

When can I write?

Money is running out.

Still no sign of a rich bride.

Maybe I should ask for an advance payment
in the "russian thought" journal.

Three hundred roubles or so.

I must remind my sister to buy me
some trouser braces in Serpuhov.

Only cheap ones. Otherwise...

Hello, Anton Pavlovich.

Hello.

Here, I am taking him to you.
You said you will take a look on friday.

Bow down, you fool.

Do you do everything I tell you to?

He is asking you.

They just take money from me,
and do nothing useful.

Now I feel better.
- That is true.

The doctor from Ugryumov looks at your fist
and wondering if there is a rouble there.

The fat pole!
He kept gawking.

Gawking?

Well...
How can I put it, gawking.

Good morning, Antosha.

Hello, sister.

Since morning I go to village houses,

hit my head on the doorway...

... and the peasants are happy
to greet me.

The women with the babies too...

Have you watered the tulips?
- Yes, Antosha.

You are totally ill.

I walk through the village and hear:

"He went to the Reader."
They call me the Reader for some reason.

Maybe they think
I read prayers over those who have died.

There are many ill people today?
- Even more healthy ones.

No, don't gawk.

Anton Pavlovich at last!

Well, what is new?

What creation can you show us colleague?

Well, I keep travelling to villages,
reading lectures. I get angry.

No need to get angry
It is bad for your nerves to be angry.

All illnesses come from nerves,
my dear Colleague.

Dear Anton Pavlovich!
May I take a look at you?

Please.

Who do you love more,
Shopengauer, or Bokler?

I love marmalade.

Do you love marmalade?
- Yes, the pear kind.

Orange marmalade is nice!

May I?

Give it here!

Where is Antosha?

Antosha! The horses are off to the station,
if you want to send letters then hurry up!

How exciting!
Is this part of the celebration?

Marina, what a celebration!
It is was friday this morning.

It was a sign for the peasants

- Anton Pavlovich is back
and it is possible to ask him for advice.

Hi, welcome back!

Hello, dear,
how was your journey?

Hi, Maria Pavlovna.

Misha, help me!

Forgive me, I am in a hurry,
the horses are waiting.

I really want to forget about cholera
and sit down to write.

There is no money...
No status, only debt.

Also plots... I have counted,
I have a hundred plots

If you want, I will sell them to you.

One has been in my head
for really a long time.

It will be called "Ionich"

Greetings, greetings.

Look at that, Master!

- What is with them?
- It is all right.

Look at the teeth,
that is always the first thing to do.

Now come up from the tail.

Touch her.

Don't be scared they are quiet.

A bit too quiet.

A doctor is of no use without a carriage.
- Do you think so?

What if there was something urgent?
If someone drowns or falls from a roof?

While you go there and back,
you will be late for the Church service.

Adress?

We are from Okshin.

We don't treat those from Okshin.
Next!

- Please do not send us away!
- We do not treat those from Okshin.

We will be so grateful to you.

Diagnosis?

What is wrong with him?

- He has an illness.
- You are an illness yourself!

- Name?
-Anisiya - Not, you, you fool, his name.

Jacob.
Jacob Lopatin.

Make way!

Make way for Sir Doctor!

Do not smoke.

You! Adress?

You'd have thought about it before,
what were you expecting?

Seems like an operation
is likely to be needed here.

Yasha, do not be afraid,
we will make you better.

Then you will go to town with me,
to visit people.

Will we go?
- We could.

However.

Hi there.

Your honour, you are our saviour.

Well, stop that please.

My wife is completely well now.

She is even asking to eat something.

She says, Andryusha,
I would like something sour.

That is how it should be.

I am truly grateful to you.
- What is this?

Stop that. Please.
- Do not be offended your honour.

You probably do not have extra money.

Do not worry about that.

In such things I cannot be miserly.

Dmitry Ionich, it's ok to pay
for the horses after the Pokrov-feast.

As for the carriage,
they said they can wait for that.

Listen,
you should get dressed decently.

A blazer, boots.
The ones I gave you.

Will we go to town?

Well, yes... To town.

I have not seen you for so long,
if only you knew how much suffering that brings me

How can I help you?

You play piano untill four,
then you sit with your mother.

And there is no opportunity
to talk to you.

Since spring I have been...

Give me just fifteen minutes,
I beg of you. Listen to me!

I hear you.

I... so...

What have you been reading
this week?

Who never loved in his life,
who never forgot himself

Who never gave in to his dreams while in love
and found no happiness in them.

By Batyushkov.

I will stick it into my album.

Here

I want a red one...
a completely red one!

Speak, speak...

I passionately desire
to hear your voice.

Do you know how to dig holes?

There is no knowledge required there.

Here, dig!

Is that how you dig?

I would teach you,
but my hands mean everything to me.

Dmitry Ionich,
do you not fear for your hands?

My work is not music,
Ekaterina Ivanovna.

Opening abscesses.

People around are boring.

There is no one to speak with here,
everyone is drinking, asleep in the daytime.

Writing complaints, gossiping.

Doctors come to work drunk,
can you imagine that?

Confuses temperature readings,
accepts bribes.

The nurses steal from the patients.

There are many patients
and no time to treat them.

The most important thing is,
no-one loves their work now.

No-one has faith in anything.

Ekaterina Ivanovna...
listen to me.

You must first pick
a tree-branch for me.

That one over there,
with red leaves.

Oh...
I should not have gained so much weight.

Now we will get her.

That one!
Higher, higher! No.

Devil take it.

Throw it here.

Now jump.

Just a second.

Don't be afraid.
It is not high here.

You did not hurt yourself?
- No.

This will be in memory of our separation

I am leaving soon, Dmitry Ionich.

I'm going to study in the conservatoire.
It is my long-time dream.

And you,
do you dream of anything?

Me, I dream of...

Where are you going?
I need to talk to you.

I must explain myself,
give me at least five minutes.

I beg you, listen to me.

"Today, at eleven in the evening
be at the cemetary."

The cemetary?

What does the cemetary
have to do with it?

"Next to the monument
of the singer Demetti."

Demetti...

I will come there, a serious man.

What if anyone sees me?

They will say
the doctor is receiving love-notes.

Doing stupid things.

Running around like a school-boy.

An affair...

What will it lead to?

What will my Comrades say
when they find out?

Ekaterina Ivanovna?

Oh, Petya!
Someone is coming!

How many women
are buried in these graves?

And young girls?

They were beautiful, charming.

They loved, burned with passion
night after night.

They gave themselves away
to tender caresses.

What cruel jokes
mother nature plays on man.

Ekaterina Ivanovna?

Katya?

You brought the groom?

Who is this?

- It's me.
- Hello, please come in.

At last you have come.

I'm grateful for your visit.
You don't forget us, dear soul.

It is rather perpendicular of you.

- Is Ekaterina Ivanovna home?
- Rather perpendicular.

Verochka has written a new novel,
a great one.

She will read it aloud to you.
- Oh yes?

Pava, take that.

Verochka!
Startsev has come to see us.

Even though his surname may mean old,
he is a great young man.

Dear Doctor, you are a magician!
Yes, yes, yes!

I tell everyone now, don't I, Zhanchik?
My migraine is gone as if by magic!

We'll try to behave in such a way
that my husband does not notice anything,

He is a real Otello!
- Where is the handkerchief!

Naughty girl.

Take a seat, Dmitry Ionich.

Is Ekaterina Ivanova home?

Odyssei, the hair-dresser, is with her.

There is a great Ball
at the club tonight.

Bachelors are men
who usually shoot out of idle fire-arms.

- You've already told him that joke.
- Really?

Gentlemen, we are starting.

You created such a hairstyle
for Olen'ka Valian.

Or the dog's ears hairstyle?
- Do not worry.

Her hairstyle will be entirely
the opposite.

"The tender sounds of a rhapsody"
Chapter one.

The carriage travelled fast
down the road to the castle.

The carriage driver,
where the young painter was sitting, said

"Today we have built a school."

"What?" - the rider asked dreamily.

I said, our mistress has built a school.

The rider sat in silence,
continuing to think about something.

Evening was drawing hear
in the mean time.

The setting sun, with its red fiery rays...

They will give a large dowry for her.

Is she truly a match for you?
She is spoilt, changeable.

Sleeps untill two.

You are the son of a common man,
a village doctor.

Well, so be it then.

No.

Stop, before it is too late.

Stop, before it is too late.

Stop, before...

Merci.

Where there are images of elves and gnomes,
water-lillies and shadows of clouds

"Not a chance!"

She said, rapidly leaving the hall

and collapsed on the sofa, sobbing.

That is all, Gentlemen.

Not bad.

And your countess who has built
the school, is simply a darling.

Wonderful.

No worse than what they publish.
Actually even better.

Do you publish your works in journals?

No, I do not publish anywhere.

I write and hide it in my desk.

Why publish?
We have enough funds and...

Zhanchik!

Mummy, Daddy,
kiss me quickly!

Good-bye.

Excuse me, I must go home.
The patients are waiting.

Very well, go then.
You can give kitten a lift on the way.

I was at the cemetary last night.

How unkind of you.

You went to the cemetary?

Yes, I was there and waited for you
untill almost two at night.

I suffered.

Keep suffering,
if you do not understand jokes.

Enough!

We are not permitted to accept
those without tail-coats.

- What distinguished society!
-Yes, indeed.

Where?

Charming, truly charming.

Wear that and go to the club.

- Who is this?
- It is I.

If you don't want it, as you like.

Please yourself.

Well... this is my part to play.

Enough, go home now.

Enough showing off your rear.

It is not quite my size.

Be above that.

The charm of carelessness.

As old Voltaire said:
"Clothes only cause respect in fools."

Good-bye, thank you.

Where are you going?

I will not let you go.
Arkasha, come here, my angel!

You must meet my son.

Here he is.

He is to be a soldier in autumn...
and he is far from a career in the army.

He has completely different talents.

I hear you are in
the army admissions committee?

My dear man,
talk to them about my Arkasha.

"In nature there are seeds,
but they can be described as useless shells."

As the old man Shakespeare put it.

I am in a hurry.

I have no time at all.

I am leaving!

There is nothing in live
more inspiring than music.

If only you knew how much I love music

Music truly is pleasure.

- You did not expect me.
- You?

How little is known
by those who have never... loved.

I think no-one has really described
this tender and tortuous feeling.

Who has not felt it at least once...

... will not be able to describe it
in words.

Introductions and beautiful speeches
are unneeded.

My love is boundless.

I ask of you... I beg you.
Be my wife.

Dmitry Ionich,
I am very grateful to you.

For this honour...
I truly respect you.

But forgive me, I cannot be your wife.

Dmitry Ionich, you know that I love art
more than anything in life.

I adore music...
I devote my life to it.

I want to be an artist.

I want fame, success, freedom.

And you want me
to continue living in this town.

To continue this empty, useless life

which has become unbearable for me.

To become a wife.

No, forgive me.

Each person must aim for a higher,
wonderful goal.

Family life
would have tied me up forever.

Dmitry Ionich,

you are a kind, clever, noble man.

You are better than all of them.

I am truly sorry for you,
but please understand.

- Give me a lift to Olympia, dear fatty!
- Get lost!

You asked me about the pig earlier,
Master.

How can it be kept at a hospital groud?

A pig, if you let it out to roam free...

Shut up!
Shut up, I tell you!

Dmitry Ionich!

That boy, his name is Yasha,
he is delirious.

Keeps calling for his mother.

Will you go, or should I call your deputy?
I can wake Mihail Makarovich?

Wake him.

I am a little... tired.

Dmitry Ionich,
but he is at a birthday today.

At Lyalya's birthday.

Where are you going,
Mummy will be angry!

What is up with you, brother?

What kind of worker will you be now,
without a hand?

Things are bad for us, brother.

It is a shame.

Listen, let us go to Australia. Huh?

Or Corsica. Want to?

We'll hide out somewhere in the tropics.
Not like here in Nizza.

Anton Pavlovich,
the doctors will not allow me to go.

Yes.

I am not allowed either.

I have pains under my ribcage.

You know, the area which archbishops call
"between wings".

I would like to have a break
for at least a year.

To travel.
Go walking when I feel like it.

Read when I feel like it.

To court women.

Anton Pavlovich, have you read my novel?

I would pluck out some bits...
and eat them with porridge.

You will not be angry with me?
- Of course not, Anton Pavlovich.

Tell me the whole truth.
- I've rewritten your ending from scratch.

It is like some sort of cottage cheese
easter dessert you have there.

With spices.

Such things don't happen in life.

Believe me,
I am a well-shot-at sparrow.

I have tried writing everything
other than poetry and complaints.

Michel, Gentlemen,

there is a famous writer among us.

The singer of dusky moods, Sir Chehov!

I, myself, also write.

Toto!

Alors tu sautes?

Allez!

Imbécile!

Oh, la bête!

Toto, le public demande.

Toto! Mais tu t'endors!

Qu'est-ce que tu me regardes?
Le public t'attends!

Voilà, très bien.

Ça c'est bien.

Très bien.

Tu es fatigué, oui?

Va prendre ta recette.

Viens. Viens.

Approche-toi, viens ici.
Voilà...

Prends ta recette.

Merci, Monsieur.

I will go to write about my doctor.

Otherwise, I have had breakfast and dinner,
but only written enough to earn 40 kopeeks.

I am ukrainian, so could get too lazy.
But I must train myself.

What a lovely dog that was, Toto.

He is capable of such feelings
of moral obligation.

I have a feeling.

There will no longer be any need
for passports, yes?

Thank God, humanity is moving forward.

Just a minute.

So now everyone can murder
whoever they want out in the street.

Humanity is moving forward.

May I ask,
otherwise why do canes grow in nature?

There is a letter for you.
From the Turkin family.

Pava brought it.

Let us begin the game.
Please.

Dear Dmitry Ionovich!

I miss you terribly,
only you can relieve my suffering.

Please come and see us tomorrow.

Yours, VeraTurkina.

I add wishes to Mummy's. K...

Stop!

Hello there! Bonjour!

Come on in,
so great you decided to visit.

Thank you.

A really big thank you.

Verochka!

The doctor is here!

I walk along the carpet and lie,
you walk while you lie.

He walks and lies,
we walk along the carpet and lie.
(Russian wordplay)

Verochka! My little chicken!

Hello, doctor.

Doctor, you do not wish to court me.

You never visit us.

I am too old for you.

The rose has withered.

But a young woman has come,
perhaps she will be more lucky.

Let us go to the garden.

Doctor Startzev.

He says to Mrs Rasputkina,
do you have any unmovable property?

Come to the garden.

How many years, how many winters.

How much weight you have put on.

No, you have matured,
become more tanned.

Overall, you have changed little.

Let us talk.

How is your life? How are things?

I was thinking of you all these days.

I wanted to send you a letter
as soon as I arrived.

I wanted to come to you
in Dialezh myself.

I had made a firm decision to go,
but then... I changed my mind.

God knows, what you think of me now.

How is your life?

All right.

We are living little by little.

I thought you and I
would talk without stopping all night.

Remember
how I took you to the party at the club?

It was raining.

It was dark.

I remember.

You ask me, how my life is going.

How is life here?
It is not going anywhere.

We get older, fatter,
our intellectual level is lower...

Life passes by in grey shadows,
without experiences.

Without thoughts.

Earning money in the day time,
and during the evenings

while you play cards or eat
with an aquaintance.

He is in a good mood
- but it is enough to talk of inedible things

Of politics or of science.

He starts off talking
such dumb and evil philosophy.

As for the man himself, he does nothing,
nothing at all, nor is he interested.

In anything.

I hate them.

What good is there?
- But you have your work.

A noble goal for your life.

You used to love talking about
your hospital so much.

I used to be strange.

I thought of myself as a great pianist.

Now every young woman plays the piano.
I also played, like them all.

There was nothing special in me.

I am as much a pianist as Mummy is a writer

Of course,
I did not understand you then.

But later, in Moscow,
I thought of you often.

I only thought of you.

What joy it is to be a village doctor!

To help the sufferers.
Serve people.

What joy!

When I thought of you in Moscow,

I imagined you as a true ideal.

A sublime...

A sublime, great person.

The carriage of the countess rolled silently
down the solitary alley to the castle.

It stopped by a decrepid hut.

The young countess
entered the inner porch.

The poor children surrounded her,
and the air filled with their joyfull laughter.

A homeless dog was barking somewhere.

The carriage went down the road
at high speed.

The artist again
started telling her the story...

You are leaving.

Yes, the patients are waiting for me.

I have many visits
to attend to here in town.

Not enough time.

Don't be afraid I will not play
or speak of music in front of you.

I am no pianist and I no longer have
any illusions about myself.

Another time.

Yes,

you are the best person
I have known all my life.

We'll see each other and speak,
won't we?

Promise me.

It is already quarter past six.

Where are you going, Doctor?

Kitten?

Zhanchik!

It is time for supper.

No, you have no roman right
to leave without supper.

Otherwise, you could stay.

We could behave in such a way
that my Otello does not notice anything.

Where is the handkerchief?

Pava!

Demonstrate!

Die, oh wretched one!

I'm looking for Dr Dmitry Ionich.
I was told to give him this letter.

- Who is it from?
- From a young lady.

What is her surname?
- Turkina.

Take it to his flat.

From a young lady.

It is time for you to hang today,
Dmitry Ionich.

What did I teach you?

To weight oneself, not to hang.

Apologise, my dear,
but I cannot come today.

I am very busy.

I will arrive in three days or so.

How many troubles.

Good thing
I did not get married back then.

You are not coming to see us.

Why not?

I am afraid
your feelings towards us have changed.

Please calm me down.
Come and tell us, that all is well.

I need to talk to you.

Ladies and Gentlemen,
a performance in aid of the poor.

It is beginning.

Please come in.

Daniil Kondrat'evich,
Katya remembers you often.

You taught her arithmetic.

No, geography.

Take a seat.

The artists are nervous.

Zhanchik, are you here?

It is worse than a slap.

When after thirty years have passed.

You discover and old woman,
in the one you loved...

God, how stupid.

However, in years gone by

When you and I used to meet.

What happened?
What is it?

What is it?

Vinegar!

My child.

Where is he, the scoundrel?

Playing cards.

Beasts are everywhere in the hospital
... and here.

The manager says,

they cannot give more than 200 roubles
for the pole.

Seems the price did not suit him.

They are all thieves.

That one is asleep, this one is late.

If you are selling a house
you should at least come on time.

The peasants may have a lot of time,
but not I.

They are ill, and why they are ill
- only the devil can figure it out.

You give them castor oil
- it does not help.

Soda does not help either...

How much trouble it all is.

Forgive me for being late.

Dmitry Ionich, I wanted to...

Only answer my questions.
I do not have the time.

What is here?
- The lounge.

10 feet...

... by nine.

The stoves are completely new.

We checked the pipes.

Dmitry Ionich...
- What is there?

The dining room.

Kolya, Petya, say hello.

Hello!

- Where does this lead?
- Upstairs.

We painted it to look like marble
just before my namesday.

We did not think
things would turn out this way.

Eight rooms for such a price.

- What is here?
- The bedroom.

Where do the windows face?

To the garden.
There is sunshine in the morning.

What is here?

Mummy, who is that?

That is Ionich!

If you are disobedient,
I will give you to Ionich!

Well, my little chick!
Get better soon!

Come back soon!
The weather is good in Yalta these days.

We can go to the mountains on horseback.

What mountains!

How can you suggest that!
The guides are so rude there.

Vanya, you ought to do your jacket up,
it is cold.

Well, time to go.

Good-bye, please.

Good-bye.

I order stufatto, what is this?

This is stufatto, please try some.

What?

We will change it now.
It happens.

Well said!

What are you talking about?

Who?

If young people declare their love
for each other on a raft,

it will be purely physical love.

If a young woman loves not you,

but your brother it will be...
- ... Brotherly love.

Bachelors are those men
which shoot and miss...

I heard these new jokes
at the Turkins recently.

At which Turkins, the ones that...?

The ones whose daughter plays the piano?

Those ones, my dear.

Please.

Excuse me, but where are we going?

Excuse me, Gentlemen.

Allow me...

Stop.

Oh, Lord.

Yes.

Watch out, you!

Stay on the right!

I only wanted to tell people
openly and honestly:

Look at yourselves.

Look how bad and boring
your lives are.

The most important thing
is for people to understand that.

When they understand,

they will undoubtedly create
a better life for themselves.

THE END