All language subtitles for Erste Liebe 1971

Who are the new neighbors?

Princess Sazakina, ma 'am.

Princess? A poor one, I suppose.

Yes, ma 'am. They haven't got their own
carriage.

They came in three cabs, and the
furniture they brought with them, it

one might call elegant, ma 'am.

Well, it could have been worse, but all
the same, a princess.

Does that impress you?

I mean, we could write home and tell
everyone.

We've got a princess living next door.

It's not very polite to stare at girls
like that, is it, young man?

Where are you going?

Into town. Can I come with you?

No, not this time. Hey!

What's the matter? Why are you so happy?

Have you felt the crowd?

Come on, I'll race you.

You won't catch me. Of course I will.
No, no.

Those are the three stars.

Alexander! Alexander!

Why do you never answer when I call you?

I did.

Where's your father gone?

Into town. Into town!

Why is he never here when I need him?

What's happened?

I've got a letter from my new neighbor,
the princess.

A letter? What does it say? She wants to
be invited into the house. I'll read

it. Terrible handwriting.

Yes, and her spelling's not the best
either. She sounds rather vulgar. I

we have to invite her.

In any case, she wants something, I
suppose.

You don't need to read it all.

Just go and ask her for lunch tomorrow.

What about the daughter?

Well, her too, I suppose.

Where are you going?

Is Princess Tazikina at home, please?

Bonnie Farty, did you go to the police
station?

You've got a visitor.

What? Somebody's come.

The young man from next door.

Well, show him in, then. Show him in.

Please come into the drawing room, sir.

Forgive me.

Are you Princess Tazikina? Yes, yes,
yes. I'm Princess Tazikina.

You are the son of our neighbours.

Sit down.

572. Forgive all this mess. We've just
moved in.

204.

Sit down, sit down.

There.

Remove the book.

Well?

I brought a message from my mother.

Bonnie Fatty, what have you done with my
keys?

Oh.

You haven't seen them, have you? No. Oh.

My mother said, would you and your
daughter like to have lunch with us

Of course, of course.

We'll be glad to.

We'll come at once.

You look very young.

How old are you?

Sixteen. Ah, these are the beautiful
years.

You don't have to be formal with me. We
live very simply.

Do you always come to the country?

My father rented the house just for the
summer.

His family used to live here.

No, no, that house is destroyed now,
practically.

Ah, I don't like the country. I find it
very boring. Especially in the evening,

there's nothing to do.

And all these flies.

Still, I suppose that after all this
trouble in the city, it's safer here.

Ah, Sinaida, this is our neighbour, sir.
What did you say your name was?

Alexander. Ah, Alexander.

I knew a police officer, Alexander,
once. A charming man.

I've already seen Mr. Alexander.

May I call you that?

Where? Where did you see him? Are you
busy at this minute?

No. Good.

You can help me wind some wool. Go on.
She won't bite you.

Come.

Sit down.

What did you think of me yesterday?

I don't think you really approved of me,
did you?

You don't know me very well yet.

I'm strange.

I like to be told the truth, always.

You're 16, I'm 21.

That makes me much older than you, so
you must obey me.

You must always tell the truth.

Look at me.

Why don't you look at me?

I like you.

I like your face.

I have a feeling we're going to be
friends.

Do you like me?

Princess. First of all, call me Zinaida.

And secondly, I really don't understand
why children... I mean young people.

Never say what they feel.

Leave that to grown -ups.

You do like me.

Of course, I like you very much.

I'm not trying to hide anything.

Are you still at school?

Well, it's sort of a school.

It's higher.

I'm a student.

I'm going to university soon.

Oh, I see. You're completely grown up.

How you do stare at me.

Sidaida, come and see. The lieutenant
has brought you a kitten.

A kitten?

Oh,

how sweet.

Oh, look at his little tail.

Oh, little darling.

Yesterday you said you wanted a tabby
kitten with big ears.

Your wish is my command.

So today I found you one. Oh, Sherry.

Oh, thank you very much. You're very
kind. You're very welcome.

Quickly, the milk tea. It is hungry.

Oh, poor little darling.

Oh, you couldn't have made me happy. Oh,
is it your command?

The soldier for his queen. You rosy
little tongue, you tell me.

And what a big mouth.

Mouth?

All the better to eat you with, my dear.

Take it out, Bonaparte.

For one kitten, one kiss.

Two kisses.

Oh, he's a naughty kitten.

There.

But he's very pretty.

Where are you

going?

I have to go home.

So I can tell my mother you will come
tomorrow.

Do tell her, young man, do tell her.

Be sure and come and see us again, Mr.
Alexander.

and ended up bankrupt for a second time.

Let's hope you won't want to borrow from
us.

That's quite possible.

However, it doesn't matter as far as the
moral of life is concerned.

I think you probably have to ask your
daughter, too. I heard she's a very

charming and cultivated girl.

Ah, then she doesn't take after your
mother.

Nor after the father.

She was cultivated, too.

That's stupid.

Later. Later.

Is that the young princess?

Yes. Have you met her before?

Yes, this morning.

I went to see her mother.

don't need to tell me about the
government. You might think they deserve

little respect.

Not a bit.

People just don't show respect, you
understand.

May I?

Please.

This is delicious.

This and the debts my husband left me.
At one time, a person in my position

could expect a little credit. But now,
they say we must be democratic.

Is it democratic to deprive an old widow
of any chance? and lived decently.

Oh, I forgot to tell you. I went to the
post office this morning. All

communications with the city have broken
down.

I just wanted to tell you in case you
didn't know.

Now, this ambassador has been dead for
some years, I believe.

Where was the ambassador to?

I don't know. It gets so confusing, all
these details.

Anyway, the servant took him down to the
cellar to show him this barrel full of

meat. In the cellar? They kept it in the
cellar so that nobody should know it

was there.

you were talking about?

It's very pretty.

Very pretty.

Yes, he was the ambassador. One of the
Balkan countries, I believe.

You said he was dead.

Well, he is. This was his house.

Where does that noise come from?

From the factory next door.

Oh, yes, where they make that terrible
wallpaper.

Isn't it strange to build a factory in
such a beautiful mansion?

Well, you see, the owner was forced to
divide the old manor house into three

parts. And one wing they turned into a
factory.

Ah, je comprends. You went to the main
part?

Yes.

I heard your husband's family lived
here.

Yes, in the neighborhood.

So I heard. Your family were very
wealthy, weren't they?

And then they lost everything.

So that's why you married?

Well, anyway, it's terrible, terrible.
The newspaper, sir.

Put it on the table.

Now, I wonder if you know the officials
in this district.

I'm afraid we don't.

I'm so glad.

That's why I wrote to you and your dear
husband. Such a distinguished gentleman.

He will be doing me a great kindness if
you will ask him just to leave me alone

to lead my own life in peace.

The police can be so difficult if you
have no influence.

I doubt there is anything much we can
do.

Then that's settled. Good.

Such an excellent lunch.

Fresh vegetables.

You just can't find... in the city
nowadays.

And the cheese is so dry.

You're very lucky here in the country to
be able to entertain like this.

We just don't have any food to give our
guests.

And the wine smells of roses.

You can't drink it.

Ah, well, c 'est la vie.

Thank you so very much. I really quite
enjoy myself.

Oh, you won't mind lending me your
newspaper, will you?

Uh, well... Does your radio still work?

you get it back yes yes now i'm relying
on you for your support don't forget of

course we do whatever we

seem terribly conceited.

Not that she's got anything to be
conceited about.

That makes her mean to Grisette.

Have you ever seen a Grisette?

Thank God I haven't.

Thank God indeed.

But in that case, how can you judge?

What an extraordinary attitude to see
such a thing in your life.

What are you doing there? Come down.
We'll give you a slip. It isn't fair. It

isn't fair. Come down. Come down. Take
it.

It's not fair.

Come, come, come, come.

It's not fair.

Why should it be unfair?

Here's the first time.

So we can change the rules.

I think it's unfair, too. Right out of
flip.

What is this?

Rebellion? Ah!

Ah, Miss Alexander.

May I introduce?

This is Dr. Lushing.

This is the poet Maidenoff.

Constantine Maidenoff.

This is the Belovzoroff. My wild beast.

You've already seen.

This is Malevsky. Count Malevsky.

Excusez -moi.

And this is our host, Yermatsky. Colonel
Yermatsky retired.

Want a drink?

Let me explain to the young man we're
playing a game of forfeits.

Sinaida has lost.

Slip, please.

And she will pay her forfeit by giving a
kiss to the winner of the raffle.

Sinaida.

and give your slip to Alexander so he
can have two chances instead of one.

Never.

Kiss.

Kiss.

I'm glad.

Are you glad too?

Sell me your slip. How much do you want
for it?

Sell you my kiss.

Bravo. Kiss me.

Kiss me.

Come here.

Oh, no. You do it properly.

I am master of ceremonies, so let me see
you do it here. In the glove case.

Well,

did you kiss her?

Splendid.

The poem is called The Murderer.

Silent was the marble.

It glittered the glass.

It's in six books.

This bit is from book three. I would
have read you from the beginning, Pop.

I think this is more in keeping with the
circumstances of the moment present.

So, Dr. Lushin, would you mind?

Thank you. Well, I'll start from the
beginning.

Silent was the marble.

Silently glittered the glass.

Silent stood the guard in a wind.

Frozen into bronze.

Perhaps I should just explain.

This tyrant, this appalling tyrant, he's
dead, it seems, after so

long. Dead at long last, and the people
can hardly dare breathe in case it

really hasn't happened.

Suddenly he may come to life again
without warning or even, and their

and hope will be crushed all over again.

So, Dr. Lucian, would you mind? Thank
you.

So I'll start again.

Silent was the marble.

Silently glittered the glass.

Silent stood the guard in the wind,
frozen into bronze.

But the coffin stirred.

Air breathed through its bolts as they
shouldered him through the mausoleum

door. The coffin was slipping gently on
its way, grazing their bayonets with its

side.

He was as silent as they, but
threatening silent.

darkly clenched the embalmed fist, so
cradled himself within the man, miming

his death charade, stamping the mocking
burden of his body on those who carried

him, somehow to draw upon them the power
of their deliverance, and filch the

trick of sneaking from the grave, so
that he might yet reach out to thee, the

men once named, unreasonable.

His dreams have not interred themselves.

He crouches between then and now and
pauses in upon himself.

So, I say to you, our government, I call
upon you by this tomb.

Double the guard.

No, triple it, so that he will never
rise up again amongst us.

Bravo!

Oh, the Spanish style.

Oh, my pride is beat.

No, perhaps not.

Bravo! Hold it.

Ha ha ha ha!

Thank you.

Votatori, mi famale, mi famale.

Where?

Plasting. Over at the quarries.

At night.

Redecorate? Why bother?

It'll fall down soon enough anyway.

I have a secret.

Do you want to hear it?

My secret is that I alone among men have
no mystery.

My mystery? That I alone among men have
no secret.

Look.

I love you, Zinaida.

I love you.

You are not to spend time with these
people. They are not coming full. You

should be reading and studying.

You didn't go to bed until daybreak.

It's hardly surprising you can't get up
in the morning if you never go to bed at

night. Where were you? With some
friends.

Who? The people next door. They are poor
and vulgar.

I thought you were responsible, mature,
intelligent.

And then you spent half the night with
people who can't pay their debts.

Look, it isn't that important.

Will you please leave the education of
my son to me?

Come,

let's go to our old house.

Tell me about Sinaida.

My father used to sit at this window in
the evening.

All you see from here belonged to him.

This was our dining room.

You know what gives man freedom?

No, what?

Will.

Their own will.

And power too, which is better than
freedom.

Know what you want, and you will be
free.

You will be in command.

Saddle me a horse.

Can I come with you?

No, not this time.

Ride by yourself if you want to.

And tell the coachman I'm not going.

I've got to go somewhere else.

Can you type?

Type, yes.

A little.

Can you type this letter for me? I'd be
glad to.

Come now.

Sit down here.

That's right.

Now, all I want you to do is to type
this letter. You see, I've written it

These machines are so difficult to
manage. I did try, but I didn't make a

good job of it. I can read my
handwriting.

Get along. It's a very important letter.
Get along. Type it now. Type it.

Tina? Is that you?

Tina?

The days of climbing hills, watching
crows dance those hills.

No more of those simple friends.

It's the worst of my life.

Now my days are full of you.

But where are they leading you?

I feel great, can't come through.

I love thee as men strive for right. I
love

thee purely as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion of my life.
Put out your hand. I'll stick a pin in

it and you'll be ashamed in front of
this young man.

Does that hurt?

Not in the least.

Not that it gives you pleasure.

Then doesn't it hurt you to know that
I'm a heartless flirt?

I think, since first I've heard the
footsteps of thy soul move still, oh,

beside me, as they stole betwixt me and
the dreadful outer brink of obvious

death, where I, who thought to sink, was
caught up into love.

How do I love thee?

Let me count the ways. I love thee to
the depth and breadth and height my soul

can reach. I love thee to the level of
every day's quiet need.

sun and candlelight. I love thee freely
as men strive for right. I love thee

purely as they turn from praise.

I love thee with the passion of my life.

Do you love me very much?

Do you?

You do.

I see it in everything you do.

Oh, the same eyes.

The same eyes.

Oh, I meet such a mess of things.

God. Then I could leave, go away,
anywhere, the further the better. God,

unhappy, so unhappy.

But why?

Recite some poetry to me.

You can't, but that doesn't matter. It's
because you're young.

Recite on Georgia's hills.

The darkness of night lies over the
hills of Georgia, and the sound of the

Aragua keeps to my ears.

I am so sad, so calm.

My sadness is clear and full. My sorrow
is entirely composed of you.

Entirely of you.

My melancholy cannot be troubled or
touched.

And my heart aches and burns with love
of you.

It cannot help it. Loving you is all now
that is left.

It cannot help it. Loving you is all now
that is left.

I don't want to hear.

Let's go.

Maidenoff is with Mama.

He brought me his poem. I left him.

He's hurt too now. What can one do?

Perchance, perchance, it was some secret
rival that sudden cast his spell on

thee.

Just listen to this. This one line.

Perchance, it was some secret rival that
sudden cast his spell on thee.

One day you will discover.

Only don't be angry with me.

Why do you keep hanging around here,
young man?

Shouldn't you be studying while you're
young?

How do you know I don't work a lot at
home? You do? Oh, very well, if you say

so.

Is she ill?

Let's say she's not very well. I'll give
her something.

I don't think you've made a very
fortunate choice.

What do you mean?

Somebody's got to warn you, I suppose.

Can't you see what sort of a house this
is?

It's all very well for an old bachelor
like me, but you've got a tender skin.

The atmosphere here is bad for you.

It's not healthy.

What isn't healthy?

Young man, young man, you can't pretend
to me. It's written all over your face.

Not that I can talk.

I shouldn't be coming here either.

It smells beautiful and heady in a
greenhouse, doesn't it?

But you wouldn't dream of living there
all your life, would you?

Don't you know what's going on?

What is going on? Go back to your
studies, Alexander.

Forget all this.

The

atmosphere

is bad for you.

Who are you going to see tomorrow?

Are you going to the mausoleum again?

Who it?

Hmm? Me?

Tell me.

Doesn't it hurt?

Doesn't it?

Poor Alexander.

What have I done?

Well, I'll wear your hair in my locket.

That will perhaps comfort you a little.

And now goodbye.

I told you to go. Why don't you leave me
alone?

You keep saying you love me.

If you really love me, jump down.

Poor child.

What have I made you do?

Why did you do this?

Why did you obey me?

What do you think you're doing? Get up.
You naughty boy.

You're not even hurt. Don't look at me
like that. Go home at once.

Do you hear me?

Don't ever dare follow me again.

The trouble began at 11 o 'clock when
the military tried to turn back

of strikers at one of the bridges
connecting the industrial quarters on

island. were the main part of the city.

At first the soldiers used the sticks
and truncheons, then the flat of their

bayonets, and finally they fired.

The passion of the mob broke loose like
a bursting dam.

The people, seeing the dead and dying
carried away in all directions, the

pavement soaked with blood, cried aloud
for vengeance.

Do you think we should leave?

Alexander!

Oh, my God, what have you done?

What have you done? You're hurt!

Tell me what's wrong.

Tell me why you're so sad.

No?

Can't you tell me?

Well, I get so worried when you
disappear and I don't know where you are

you're with.

You don't have to tell me.

She isn't worth it, my little boy.

Imagine you're married, for example.
Tell me how you'd spend the time with

wife. Would you lock her up?

I would.

And stay with her yourself?

Absolutely. Wonderful.

And if she got fed up with this and
deceived you... I'd kill her.

But if she ran away?

I'd catch her and still kill her.

Now, let's suppose I were your wife.

What would you do then?

I'd kill myself.

Ah, Mr. Alexander.

We haven't seen you for a long time.

You've deserted us.

Come, sit down.

Come.

We're making up stories.

Everyone has to tell something he's
never told before.

It's my turn now.

Imagine.

A splendid chamber.

A summer night and a wonderful ball.

A young queen is giving this ball.

Everywhere is gold, marble, crystals,
lights, diamonds,

flowers, all the delights of luxury.

A question.

Does the queen have a husband?

No. Why a husband?

Indeed. Why a husband?

Silence. Merci.

The queen listens to the music but
doesn't look at a single one of the

Six windows are open.

from top to bottom, and beyond them a
dark sky with huge stars and a dark

with huge trees.

The queen looks out into the garden.

There, among the trees, stands a man in
the darkness.

And the queen looks and thinks, all of
you gentlemen are noble, clever, rich.

You surround me.

Every one of my words is precious to
you.

You're all ready to die at my feet. I
possess you.

But there, in the garden, there stands
and waits for me the one I love.

He is not rich.

He has no rich clothing, no precious
stones.

Nobody knows him, but he's waiting for
me. He's certain I'm coming, and I am.

And there is no power in the world that
can stop me once when I want to go with

him, and be with him, and lose myself
with him.

There, in the garden's darkness, amid
the rustling of the trees,

That is made up.

And what about us, gentlemen?

If we were among those guests, and you
were that happy man in the garden, what

would we do?

Well, I'll tell you exactly what I'd...
I'll tell you myself what each of you

would do.

You would challenge him to a duel,
Belovzorov.

And you, Maidenov, you would write some
very cutting, some very scathing article

about him.

Oh, no, you wouldn't.

I don't think you know how to be
cutting.

I think you would write a fierce
romantic poem denouncing his politics.

And you, Nelomatsky, you would borrow
money from him. Oh, no, you wouldn't.

You'd lend at exorbitant interest.

As for you, Doctor, I don't know what
you would do.

As your doctor, I'd advise you not to
give to parties if you don't want to

guests. Perhaps you're right.

And you, Kant -Malewski.

Yes, what about me?

I think you'd send him poison chocolate.

That's for you, Alexander.

Oh, no.

That's enough.

Let's do something else.

You would follow her like a dog.

That's her page, of course.

I never gave you the right to be
insulting.

I must ask you to leave. I think tonight
is right. Then you came.

I assure you I had no intention of
offending anyone.

Very well. You may stay.

Perhaps we became angry for nothing.

After all, you find it amusing to hurt
people.

You're not still angry, are you?

It's silly.

After all, it wasn't I who called you a
page.

She gave you that title.

Not that you perform your duties very
well.

Why not?

Well, you should never leave your
mistress's side.

You should know everything she does.

In fact, you should watch her day and
night.

What do you mean?

Day and night. By day it's light and
there are lots of people around, but at

night... Well, anything could happen at
night.

Why don't you take my advice?

Don't sleep. Watch.

Keep your eyes open and watch.

Particularly in the garden at night.

Night.

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing.
Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Nothing, nothing, nothing.

Nothing.

Alexander, where are you going?

For a walk.

At this time of night?

It's only half past ten.

Eleven. Where's father?

Out.

You will be home late tonight.

Don't go away.

Stay with me.

I'm going for a walk. I'll be back soon.

All right, I'll wait up for you.

Don't bother.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Good luck.

I'm done.

the garden.

Relax children.

Enjoy yourselves.

You want to see the garden?

If you will sir.

Why don't you undo your collar?

It doesn't matter, sir. We're used to
it.

Why did you want my love? Why?

Why did you play with me?

I'm guilty, very guilty.

I've done you a great wrong, I know.

But I'm not playing with you.

I love you.

You don't even suspect why and how.

I love you.

I love you.

But what do you know?

How much evil, darkness, sin there is in
me.

How much there is in me that is stupid.

But I'm not playing with you.

I love you.

You gave her money.

It's a loan.

The old lady needs it.

It's my money.

You never cared for our family.

You're always looking for something
else.

A coat with no heart.

I wouldn't say that at your age.

I can't bear it.

My husband and I have decided to go back
to town.

Pack the suitcases and get ready.

Goodbye?

What do you mean, goodbye?

We're going back to town.

I thought you were staying till autumn.

No, my mother.

She isn't feeling too well.

Oh, I do understand.

I haven't felt well since I've been
here.

I have a constant headache.

I'm always so tired.

I've come to say goodbye.

Probably forever.

Perhaps you've heard we're leaving.

Is it so easy for you to leave us?

Thank you for coming.

I was afraid I wouldn't see you again.

Think of me kindly.

I know I've been cruel, but I'm not so
bad as you think.

Really, I'm not.

You must have a bad opinion of me.

Me? Yes, you.

No matter what you do.

No matter how cruel you are to me, I
shall always love you, Zunaida.

I shall always adore you till the day I
die.

the gold, the wayless heat, the pride,
the curse, the air, the force, God

strikes a sign through you all, and
gives his beloved sleep, and gives his

beloved sleep, and gives his beloved
sleep, and gives his beloved sleep,

gives his beloved sleep.

Young man, talk to Lucian.

You'll be green, more like a man than a
lapdog. What are you doing, working?

Well, I'm not very... Not forgotten, are
you?

Never mind.

Don't brood, that's the important thing.
Lead a normal life. Coming!

The waves will carry you away.

Stand on your own feet.

Even if it's only on a rock.

Have you seen any of the others?

Excuse me, I've got a bit of a cough. A
loft's off.

Did you hear?

No, what happened to him?

Fabulous. Without a trace, there's a
lesson for you, young man.

Because we can't break out of the neck
in time.

Still, you've survived well enough.

Don't get caught again.

I shan't.

I don't think I'll ever see her again.

Wait here for me.

Have some tobacco for me.

No,

I can't.

No,

I can't.

Oh I've lost my whip.

What did you do with it?

Did you miss me?

What have you done with your whip?

What have you done with your whip?

Did you drop it?

I threw it away.

I'm hungry

Madame Dolsky's here.

What Madame Dolsky?

Finaida, former princess.

Do you remember?

The mansion?

You were in love with her.

She's married Dolsky?

But of course.

And she's here?

Where? In the theatre.

Oh, no, but she's staying here in town
with him.

What's he like?

Oh, nice enough.

Well off, I suppose.

Civil service, like me.

Still, I suppose, after that little
episode.

You must know about that.

She was pretty lucky to find a husband
at all.

The consequences and... And you, my
friend, still university?

My father died.

That happens.

Well... Has she changed?

Oh, no.

Not at all.

He wrote me a letter the day he died.

All he said was, beware of the love of
women.

Beware of that happiness.

That poison.

Where is she staying?

Hotel Continental. Why don't you go and
see her? She'd love to see you.

If anything, she's more beautiful than
ever.

A week went by.

Another passed.

Then I finally went to the Hotel
Continental and asked for Madame Dolsky.

found out that she had died four days
before, practically without warning, in

childbirth.

And that's what it had all come to.

That's what it had been headed for.

Rushing and excited, this young,
passionate, brilliant life.

From indifferent lips I heard the news
of her death.

and indifferently I listen to it.

Oh, you, you, you have no care.

You seem to possess all the treasures of
the universe.

Even grief pleases you.

Even sorrow becomes you.

You're self -confident and bold.

You say, I alone am alive.

But for you too, the days run on and
vanish without trace or number, like wax

the sunlight, like snow.

A few days after I'd learned about
Zinaida's death, I myself was present at

death of a poor old woman who lived in
our house, covered with rags on hard

boards with a bag under her head.

She died hard and painfully.

All her life had been passed in a bitter
struggle with everyday needs.

She had not known joy.

She had not tasted the cup of happiness.

Shouldn't she be glad of death with its
freedom and peace?

But instead, as long as her chest, still
painfully heaved under the ice -cold

hand lying on it, until her last
strength had left her, the old woman

crossing herself and whispering,

Lord, forgive my sins.

And I remember that there, by this poor
old woman's deathbed, I became terrified

for Zinaida, for my father, and for
myself.