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MOSFILM

F.M.DOSTOYEVSKY

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

Written and directed by Ivan PYRYEV

Cast:

Mikhail ULIANOV

Lionella PYRYEVA

Kirill LAVROV

Andrei MYAGKOV

Mark PRUDKIN

Svetlana KORKOSHKO
Valentin NIKULIN

Director of photography
Sergei VRONSKY

Production designer
Stalen VOLKOV

Composer Isaak SHWARTZ

ARTISTIC ASSOCIATION “LUCH”

EPISODE TWO

<i>We met at the crossroads</i>

<i>By chance for half an hour</i>

<i>You are insane</i>

<i>But I feel good with you</i>

<i>So good!</i>

You amaze me, Pavel Fyodorovich.

- Why so?
- You are a masterful cook

you play the guitar so heartwarmingly,

You’ve got a special voice.

And you yourself
are just like a foreigner,

just like a real noble foreigner.

I’ll tell you so for all that
I’m blushing.

You, Maria Kondratievna,
are right about cooking and the guitar.

As to foreigners
when it comes to depravity,

if you want to know,
foreigners and ours are no different.

They’re all rogues.

Only theirs walks around
in patent leather boots,

and our swine stinks in his poverty

and sees nothing wrong with it.

The Russian people need thrashing,
Maria Kondratievna,

as Fyodor Pavlovich
rightly said yesterday.

Even though he’s a madman,
he and all his children.

But you respect Ivan Fyodorovich,
you said so yourself.

Yesterday he made reference
to me that I’m a stinking lackey.

- Can’t be!
- He did.

And how, permit me to inquire, is their
Dmitri Fyodorovich better than me?

I may be only a broth-maker,

but if I’m lucky I can open
a café-restaurant in Moscow,

on the Petrovka.

Because I cook specialités,
as you’ve remarked.

Dmitri Fyodorovich is not
fit for anything.

A ragamuffin!

He’s a lot stupider than me.

He’s blown so much money,
and for nothing!

If he were to challenge the biggest
count’s son to a duel,

he would accept,
but he won’t accept my challenge.

<i>I’ll try hard and will depart,</i>

<i>I’ll enjoy life</i>

<i>and live in the capital</i>

<i>to have a carefree existence.</i>

Ivan Fyodorovich is coming.

I’ll be going.

Go, Maria Kondratievna.

Don’t spill the broth!

How is papa, asleep or awake?

Still asleep, sir.

I’m surprised at you, sir.

Why are you surprised at me?

Why won’t you go to Chermashnya, sir?

Why should I go to Chermashnya?

Even Fyodor Pavlovich himself
has begged you so to do it, sir.

What the devil do you want?
Speak more clearly!

Essentially nothing, sir

...just making conversation...

My position, sir, is terrible,
Ivan Fyodorovich,

I don’t even know how to help myself

- What is the matter?
- I suppose for certain, sir,

that a long attack of the falling sickness
will come on me tomorrow.

What do you mean, a long attack?

A long sort of attack, sir.

For a couple of days.

But they say you can't predict the exact
time a falling sickness attack occurs.

That’s right, sir,
you can’t know beforehand.

But you say you’ll have one tomorrow.

I climb up to the attic
and into the cellar.

I could fall down.

You mean you’re going to pretend?

I want to use this means
to save my life from death.

For if I’m lying sick,

then even if Agrafena Alexandrovna
comes to your father,

Dmitri Fyodorovich can’t ask me:

‘Why didn’t you inform me?’
He’d be ashamed to.

It’s all just threats and passionate talk.

Most of all I’m afraid: that I’ll be
considered his accomplice

when he commits some absurdity
over his father.

Why would they consider
you his accomplice?

Because I informed him about the signals,
in great secrecy

that we have agreed upon with your father.

What signals?

These signals.

How dared you? If they are secret?

The fear, sir.

If you think Dmitri’ll use these signals,

you mustn’t let him in.

But if I was to be laid up with a fit?

How the devil can you be so sure

you’ll have a fit?

I have this anticipation, sir.

Warn Grigory beforehand.

Grigory Vasilievich’s come down
sick today, ever since yesterday.

What drivel! Your falling fit,
his coming down sick!

Wait,

are you going to arrange it that way?

Why would I arrange it,

if everything here depends
on Dmitri Fyodorovich alone?

Why would he burst in if this bitch
is not coming?

And why did he burst in yesterday?

For the same reason.

Besides he is also perfectly
informed by me

that Fyodor Pavlovich has
a big envelope prepared,

and there are three thousand roubles
sealed up in it

addressed by his own hand:
‘To my chicky’.

So that’s what’s so dubious.

Nonsense! Nonsense!

Dmitri won’t come to steal money
and kill his father.

He needs money very bad, sir.

He needs exactly the three thousand, sir.

And on top of all that,
consider also a certain pure truth

what if Agrafena Alexandrovna comes here

and decides to become a mistress?

Then there will be nothing at all left
either for you or your brothers

after your father’s death.

But if your father was to die now,
while none of that has happened, sir,

then each one of you would get
a sure forty thousand all at once.

And why, after all that

do you advise me to go to Chermashnya?

I’ll go, and that is what will
happen here?

- Exactly right, sir.
- What do you mean… Exactly right?

In your place, Ivan Fyodorovich,
if it were me,

I’d leave the whole thing right now
and go away.

It seems you’re a perfect idiot

no doubt... a terrible scoundrel!

I am leaving for Moscow
early tomorrow morning!

That’s for the best, sir!

That’s for the best, sir!

There he is.

He is drunk.

Been drinking for two days.

You must wake him up;

I have no orders.

My business is too important,
I’ve hurried so,

- I’m in a hurry to get back today
- I have no orders.

Hey, Mr Lyagavy!

Mr Lyagavy! Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Wake up!

Do wake up!

Damn it! Wake up!

Wake up!

Wake up! I say, wake up!

No, you’d better wait till morning.

He’s obviously in no condition.

If only you knew, father,

how necessary it is,

and what despair I’m in now!

What despair!

- No, you’d better wait till morning.
- Till morning?

That’s impossible!

That’s impossible!

Listen, listen! Mr.Lyagavy!

- What the deuce…
- Wake up!

Do wake up!

What terrible tragedies

realism inflicts on people.

If you have important business,

as you say,

Even if you wake him up, he would
not be fit for any conversation.

It would be safer to leave
it till morning.

Till morning.

I’ll stay here,

and try to catch the right moment.

When he wakes up, I’ll begin.

Leave the candle.

I’ll pay you for the candle,
and for the night’s lodging.

- That’s as you please.
- Thank you, father.

How will you get back?

I’ll take his mare and go.

And something else.

On no account call him Lyagavy.

He hates it.

He is Gorstkin Stepan Vlasovich.

Thank you, father. Thank you.

Tragedy…

Don’t cry, dear son.

You should rejoice and not weep.

Don’t you know that this is
the greatest of his days?

Where is he now, at this moment —

only think of that!

Ah, perhaps it’s just as well to weep.

Weep, kind soul.

Christ has sent you these tears.

Weep.

You’ve probably heard from
the forester there.

I am Lieutenant Dmitri Karamazov,

old Karamazov’s son, from whom
you are buying a woodlot.

- That’s a lie!
- A lie?

If you please, you do know
Fyodor Pavlovich, my father?

I don’t please to know
any Pal Fyodorovich of yours.

You’re buying a woodlot from him!

Kuzma Kuzmich Samsonov directed me to you!

That’s a lie!

Listen, this isn’t a joke!

You’re a bit drunk, perhaps.
But you sure can understand!

- You’re a dyer!
- What dyer?

I am Dmitri Karamazov!

I have an offer to make you,

a profitable offer about that
same wood-lot.

No, you contracted for the job
and turned out to be a cheat.

You’re mistaken, I assure you!
I am Karamazov!

You’re a cheat! Do you understand?
A cheat!

I don’t want to talk to you.

Hey! Coachman! Wait!

What do you want?

Tell me, is it the right way
to Volovya station?

Yes, sir. Some three more miles
and then turn right after the bridge.

I am a scoundrel…

A scoundrel!

They are coming, father! Coming here!

I can hear them, my son.
Retire to the sleeping chamber.

It’s not right for you to be here.

Casting will I cast out!

Get thee hence, Satan!

Get thee hence, Satan! Oh God!

Get thee hence, Satan!

Wherefore have you come, worthy father?

I came forth to drive out
your guests here, the foul devils.

You drive out the unclean one?
And it is perhaps him that you serve?

And who can say of himself, ‘I am holy?’

Get thee hence, father!
Do not trouble the flock!

It is not for men to judge, but for God.
Get thee hence, I command you!

Get hence, get hence! You are proud!

And puffed up! Got yourselves stunk!

Empty is this place, brothers!

Empty!

Why? Why, oh God

did you let them jeer

at the ashes of the holy elder?

Why did you not smite
them with divine anger?

Where is thy heavenly justice?

Where is thy Providence

and its finger?

Where?

Alyosha!

Alyosha!

Is that you, Alexei?

I’ve been looking for you.

What’s the matter with you?
What are you doing lying here?

Look at me, at least.

You’ve quite changed countenance.

Are you angry with somebody, or what?

- Leave me alone!
- Oho, so that’s how we are now!

Is it because of the angels?

Can it be just because your old man
got himself stunk?

Can it be that you seriously believed
he’d start pulling off miracles?

I believed, I believe,
and I want to believe!

- What more do you want!
- Precisely nothing, my dear.

So you’ve gotten angry with your God?

You’ve rebelled.

I do not rebel against my God.

I simply do not accept his world.

What do you mean,
you don’t accept his world?

What sort of gibberish is that?

Did you eat anything today?

I don’t remember... I think I did.

You need a meal.

God knows what ideas you might get.

I’ve got a hunk of sausage
here in my pocket.

Only you probably won’t eat sausage…

Let’s have your sausage.
Aha! So that’s how it is!

Real rebellion, barricades and all!

You wouldn’t go so far as to have vodka...
or would you?

- Let’s have your vodka.
- Say! Amazing, brother!

Well, it’s a fine thing, not to be missed!

- Get up and let’s go.
- Where?

- To the tavern, of course. Or not.

You know what? Let’s go to Grushenka.

- Will you come?
- Let’s go to Grushenka.

I don’t care anymore.

- Who is it?
- It’s not him, miss!

- It’s Mikhail Osipovich.
- Why are you screaming?

Ah, it’s you, Rakitka?
Who is that with you?

Lord, look who he’s brought!

Send for some candles! It’s pitch-dark.

- Fenya, candles!
- Coming, miss.

Come in, Alyoshenka, come in darling.

Don’t be afraid of me.
I’m awfully glad to see you!

My so-unexpected visitor.

But you, Rakitka, you frightened me:

I thought it was Mitya
forcing his way in.

Run out to the gate, and look around,
see if the captain is there anywhere.

Maybe he’s hiding and spying on me,
I’m scared to death!

- And fasten the shutters.
- Why are you so frightened of him today?

I’m expecting a message.

So it would be better now if there were
no Mitenka around at all.

And why are you so spruced up?

I told you, I’m expecting
a certain message.

When it comes,
I’ll jump up and fly away.

Where will you fly to?

Ask me no questions,
I’ll tell you no lies.

Alyosha, darling, don’t d stand there.

Come on in. Come.

This way.

Sit down on the sofa,

here, like that, my young moon.

To tell the truth, Alyosha,

I never dreamed, I never expected
that you would come.

Ah, Rakitka!

Why didn’t you bring him yesterday,
or the day before...!

Well, I’m glad all the same.

But why are you sitting there
so sadly, Alyoshenka?

Or are you afraid of me?

- He has a grief.
- What grief?

- His elder got smelly.
- What do you mean, ‘smelly’?

Stinking.

You’re spewing a lot of nonsense,
Rakitka! Shut up, fool.

Will you let me sit on your lap, Alyosha?

Will you?

Will you let me sit on your lap like this?

You won’t be angry?

Tell me — I’ll jump off.

Stop babbling nonsense.
You’d better bring us champagne!

- You owe it to me.
- It’s true, I owe it to him!

I promised him champagne,
Alyosha, if he brought you to me.

Fenya! Fenya!

Bring us champagne,
the bottle Mitya left.

- Yes, miss.
- And though my soul is full

of something else now,
I’ll drink with you all the same.

But what is this moment of yours,
or is it a secret?

It’s no secret, and you know it yourself.
My officer is coming!

I heard he was coming,
but is he so nearby?

He’s at Mokroye now, he’ll send me
a messenger from there.

In Mokroye? Oh, oh.

And what about Mitenka?
Does he know?

If he found out, he’d kill me.

I don’t want to think about it right now.

But I can think about Alyoshenka.

Cheer up, darling! Cheer up!

Smile at my joy.

He smiled, he smiled!

What a tender look!

You know, Alyosha,

I keep thinking you must be angry with
me because of the young lady.

I was a bitch, that’s what…

Only it’s still good that
it happened that way.

It was bad,

and it was good.

She invited me,

wanted to win me over,

to seduce me with her chocolate.

No.

It’s good that it happened that way.

But I’m still afraid you’re angry.

She’s really afraid of you, Alyosha,

chicken that you are.

To you he’s a chicken,
because you have no conscience!

I love Alyosha with all my soul.

And the officer? And the message?

Just like a woman!
Look, Alyoshka, at their logic.

Don’t make me angry, Rakitka!

I love Alyosha differently.

There are moments, Alyosha,

when I look upon you

and feel ashamed,

ashamed of myself.

Champagne! Champagne!

My maiden, Love the servant of God!

Come, Alyoshka, take a glass,
prove yourself.

Grushenka, take a glass.

What are we going to drink to?

Shall we drink to the gates of paradise?

What gates of paradise?”

- No, I’d better not.
- But you boasted…!

Then I won’t drink either.

Drink the whole bottle yourself, Rakitka.

If Alyosha drinks, I’ll drink, too.

What sentimental slop! Granted he has
his grief, but what have you got?

He rebelled against his God.

- He gobbled sausage...
- Why so?

His elder died today, the elder Zosima.

Oh, Lord!

I didn’t know!

Don’t taunt me, Misha.

I’ve lost such a treasure as you never
had, and you cannot judge me now.

You’d do better to look at her.

I came here looking for a wicked soul

I was wicked myself,

but I found a true sister,
I found a loving soul...

She spared me just now, saved me.

Saved….

She was going to eat you up.

Stop, Rakitka! Keep silent!

And you, Alyosha, keep silent too

because I feel ashamed
of hearing such words from you.

Don’t praise me, don’t think I am good!

I’m wicked as wicked can be.

Rakitka is right,

I had a thought of eating you up
and laughing at you.

I wanted it so much

that I promised Rakitka 25 roubles

- if he brings you to me.
- What nonsense!

No, wait!

I owe it to you.

You won’t refuse?

Why refuse?

- It will truly come in handy.
- Keep still now.

You don’t love us, so keep still!

What’s there to love you for?
What has either of you done for me?

You should love for no reason,
like Alyosha!

How does he love you?
What has he shown you

- that you’re making such a fuss about it?
- Keep still!

And don’t you dare speak familiarly
with me again!

You’re too bold, that’s what!

- What has got into you?
- Sit in the corner like my lackey

and keep still.

And now, Alyosha, I will tell the whole,
pure truth to you.

You knew nothing,

Alyosha,

you used to turn away from me,
you’d walk by me

with your eyes on the ground.

I looked at you a hundred times,

your face stayed in my heart.

He despises me, I thought,

he doesn’t even want to look at me.

What for? What for?

I swear to God, no one in town

dares to say or think

they can come to me for that bad thing.

I have only Kuzma Kuzmich here,

I’m bought and sold to him,

Satan married us!

I was so angry! Very angry!

I was determined: I’ll eat him up.

Eat him up and laugh.

See what a wicked bitch I am!

And you called me your sister!

Don’t…

Don’t talk like that.

Now the man who wronged me has come

I’m sitting here waiting for his message.

No one in the whole world

knows how I feel now,

or can know…

Because maybe I’ll take
a knife with me today,

to Mokroye and pay him for everything,

for everything.

Or perhaps

I’ll crawl like a little dog.

Don’t, don’t.

My lady, my dear, my lady,

a messenger has ridden up!

A carriage has come for you
from Mokroye and here’s the letter!

Here’s the letter!

He’s whistling!

He’s calling me!

Crawl, little dog!

I’m going! Farewell, Alyosha!

My fate is decided.

Let me kiss you, darling.

Maybe I’m going to my death!

And now go, go, all of you, go away!

Farewell, Rakitka.

Grushenka is flying to a new life.

Alyoshenka, darling!

Bow to your brother Mitenka for me,

and tell him not to think ill of me,
his wicked woman.

And add this, too, that Grushenka
loved him for one hour,

he should remember that hour

all his life!

Hm, hm!

She does in your brother and then
tells him to remember all his life.

What a carnivore!

And now you ‘despise’ me for those
twenty-five roubles?

You think I sold a true friend.

But you’re not Christ, and I’m not Judas.

- Stop it, Misha! Don’t.
- Keep out!

Look, look!
It’s your brother dashing past.

It really is Mitya. Where is he going?

He’s going the wrong way.

He’d better drop in to Grushenka’s

that would be fun!

- Let’s go.
- Go, Misha.

I am not going to the monastery.

- What do you mean not going?
- I’ll go to Dmitri.

- I'll spend the night with him.
- Wait!

Marfa Osipovna, Marfa Osipovna!

Did anyone ask after me?
Did anyone call?

They did call, they did.

Your brother called twice the other day,
made inquiries.

- And then the red-haired one.
- Smerdyakov?

Exactly.

And what about Agrafena Alexandrovna?
Did she call?

No, sir.

Well.

Well.

- Who is it?
- It’s me, Marfa Osipovna.

Where’s my brother? Where’s Dmitri?

I saw him drive by just now.
Where is he?

Why are you screaming?

Grusha! Grushenka!

Grushenka!

Where is she?

- Where is she?
- I don’t know, master.

I know nothing.

Fenya, for the sake
of our Lord Jesus Christ,

tell me where she is!

I swear to God, I know nothing!

I swear to God, I know nothing!

Even if you kill me, I know nothing!
Even if you kill me!

You’re lying, damn you!

I can see by how scared you are,
you know where she is...!

I see it!

Oh, Lord, Fenya, he’ll kill somebody!

Grushenka!

Grushenka!

Where are you, sweetie?

Come here, don’t be afraid.

Don’t be afraid my chick.

I am alone here, all alone.

Alone.

Oh Lord, what a storm!

Why are you standing there?
Close the windows!

I’ll go. I’ll go to my father.

What a storm! Oh Lord!

Our miss will probably
be caught in the storm.

It won’t do her any harm.

Stepan’s is a closed carriage.

She won’t get wet through.

You deceived me, bitch!

Talk now! Where is she? Talk!

Talk! Talk!

Get out, crone. Talk, bitch!

She went to Mokroye to see the officer.

What officer?

The one who left her and went away.

She ordered not to tell you anything.

The very same…

How is that?

What for?

What for?

But your hands, Dmitri Fyodorovich,
they’re all covered with blood!

And your face! The face too!

Yes, yes, that’s blood…

Human blood, Fenya.

Why was it shed?

My God!

There is a fence here,

a high fence,

and fearful to look at.

Tomorrow when the sun soars aloft,

Mitya will jump over that fence...

You don’t understand

about the fence, Fenya,

You don’t,

it doesn’t matter,

tomorrow you will hear
and understand everything.

And now, farewell!

Forgive and farewell.

Good Lord!

Dmitri Fyodirivich,
don’t harm the young lady.

I told you everything!
Don’t harm her, sir.

Don’t harm her!

Mitya won’t harm anybody anymore.

Good girl,

don’t cry, don’t cry. Get up.

Get up,

I won’t be in Grushenka’s way,
I’ll remove myself.

I’ll remove myself forever

She loved Mitya Karamazov
for one little hour.

She always called me Mitenka, remember?

Mitenka…

Mitenka…

Forgive me, Fenya, and have mercy on me.

And you, Matryona, forgive me.

And if you don’t -

it doesn’t matter…

Hey! Owner! Open up!

Good Lord! Dmitri Fyodorovich!

Open the gates, Kuzma!

My dear Dmitri Fyodorovich!
Do we meet again?

Will you be our guest again?

Wait, Trifon Borisich.

First things first: where is she?

Agrafena Alexandrovna?
She’s here, too... staying...

Well…

- With whom?
- Some visitors passing through, sir...

One is an official, must be a Pole,
the other one is a friend of his.

What, are they on a spree?
Are they rich?

- Spree, nothing!
- And the others?

- They’re from town, two gentlemen...
- And that’s all?

- That’s all.
- What about her, how is she?

Happy? Laughing?

No, she doesn’t seem to be laughing much.
She’s sitting there quite bored.

Well.

Now listen, Trifon, and understand.

In an hour the wine will arrive
from town, appetizers, pâté,

and candies —
send everything upstairs at once.

That box, open it and serve
the champagne immediately...

And above all, the Gypsies, the Gypsies!

Two hundred for Gypsies!

- I understand, Dmitri Fyodorovich.
- Here’s your pay, Andrei.

That’s too much, your honor.

Take it, take it. And remember
the honorable Karamazov!

Trifon, take me in quietly

and let me have a look at them,
so that they don’t notice me.

Gentlemen,

may a passing traveler...
stay with you till morning?

I am traveling, too. Don’t be afraid.

It’s nothing! I’ll stay till morning.

For the last time, in this same room?

Panie, this is a private gathering.

There are other rooms.

Only till morning, gentlemen,
only till morning!

But it’s you, Dmitri Fyodorovich!
Do sit down with us!

Good evening, my dear...
and priceless fellow!

- Aie, what a grip!
- He always shakes hands like that.

- Good evening, Dmitri Fyodorovich.
- Good evening.

- You’re here, too?
- I’m so glad you’re here, too!

I came flying here...

I wanted to spend my last hour

in this very room,

where I once adored... my queen!

It’s my last night, gentlemen.

The worm, the useless worm!

Will crawl away over
the earth and be no more!

Let us drink, gentlemen!

Wine will be served presently!

Bring the wine!

I brought this.

I want music, noise, racket,

everything just as it was that night!

Well, gentlemen! Gentlemen!

If my królowa permits.

Królowa, królowa. It makes me laugh
the way you all talk.

Sit down, Mitya, don’t frighten me.

If you aren’t going to frighten me,
then I’m glad to see you.

Me? Me frighten you?

Oh, pass me by, go your way,
I won’t hinder you...!

I won’t...!

Now, now, is that any way to behave?

What are you crying for?

I... I’m not crying...

Don’t! As if you had anything
to cry about!

- I’m not crying.
- Cheer up!

I’m very glad you’ve come, Mitya,
do you hear that? I am very glad.

I want him to sit here with us.

And if he leaves, I will leave, too.

Whatever my queen pleases

is the law.

You, panie, I ask to join our company!

Let’s drink, panie!

Let’s drink, panie!

- I have nothing against.
- All, all, gentlemen! All!

All of you, gentlemen, please. All of you.

- Here.
- Let me.

All of you, gentlemen.

Here!

Let’s drink and let us be brothers!

Why are we all sitting here?

Gentlemen

what shall we do... for some fun?

It really isn’t terribly much fun.

Why not a little game
of baccarat like before.

Baccarat? Splendid!

- If only the pans?
- Puzhno, panie.

That’s right.

For them it’s always late,
for them it’s always impossible!

They’re bored sitting here, so they want
everyone else to be bored, too.

Before you came, Mitya,
they just sat here saying nothing,

kept puffing themselves up
in front of me...

My goddess! I see królowa
is ill disposed towards me.

And it makes me sad.

Begin, panie!

I want to lose a lot to you.

Take the cards. Make the bank.

If my królowa so wishes,

but we should get cards from
the innkeeper.

A word with you, Excellency.

Czego chcesz, panie?

Let’s step into the other room,
over there.

I have some nice news for you.

You’ll be pleased to hear it. What?

The bodyguard?

Let him come, we need him, too!

March, panowie!

Panowie…

- Where are you going?
- We’ll be back in a moment.

- What can I do for the pan?
- Here’s what, panie.

If you want three thousand,

take it and go wherever you like.

Three thousand?

Three, panie, three!

Take three thousand and go to the devil

and don’t forget your bodyguard!

And forever, do you understand, forever!

You’ll walk out this door.

What have you got in there — an overcoat,
a fur coat? I’ll bring it out to you.

The troika will be harnessed for you this
very moment and — good-bye, panie!

- And the roubles, panie?
- We’ll do it this way.

Five hundred roubles right now
as a first installment

and two thousand five hundred
will come tomorrow in town.

Seven hundred, seven hundred, not five!

You don’t believe me?

I’m not going to give you all
three thousand at once!

I’d give it to you, and you’d go back
to her tomorrow...

And I don’t have the whole
three thousand with me.

I have it at home, in town.

Is there anything else you’d like?

You spit, panie, because

because you hope to get more
from Grushenka.

You’re a couple of capons,
that’s what!

- Pani Agrippina
- I am Agrafena, I am Grushenka!

Pani Agrafena,

I came to forget the past
and to forgive it

- to forget what has happened until today.
- Forgive it?

You mean

you

- came to forgive me?
- Just so, pani.

I am not pusillanimous, I am magnanimous.

Pan Mitya, in the other room,
offered me three thousand to depart.

I spat in the pan’s face!

What? He offered you money for me?

- Is it true, Mitya?
- Panie, panie

she is pure, she is shining!

How dare you defend me to him!

But was he really going
to take your money?

He was, he was taking it!
Only he wanted all three thousand at once,

and I offered him just seven hundred down.

Now I understand

- why he came.
- Pani Agrippina!

I am a knight, not a lajdak.

I arrived to take you for my wife,

but I see a new pani,
not as she was before,

but wanton and shameless!

Ah, go back where you came from!

I was a fool, a fool to torment
myself because of him.

And this isn’t him at all! Not at all!

He was a falcon, he laughed
and sang songs to me...

And this one is a drake.

A bald drake!

Where did you get such a wig?

Public slut!

Excellency,

would you care to follow him?

Pani Agrippina, if you want
to come with me, come;

if not — farewell

Well, Excellency!

Go!

Oh Lord, what a shame!

What a shame!

Be damned the five years, be damned!

Damned!

Grusha, Grushenka!

Grushenka!

Grushenka!

Gypsies, Gypsies!

Bagan! Mangala!

Why are you sad?

Why are you frowning?

It’s nothing...

Nothing.

I left a man sick in town.

Just to know he’d recover

I’d give ten years of my life.

Well, if he’s sick, God help him!

Is it true, Mitya,

That you wanted to sell me to him?

No! I did not want to ruin your happiness.

What a silly man!

I love such men,

silly men,

like you.

Tonight you walked in,
and my heart sank inside me.

‘You fool, this is the one you love,’
my heart whispered to me.

And you really were afraid
when you walked in.

- Yes.
- Afraid of me.

Mitya,

my falcon,

how could I be such a fool to think

I could love another one.

Grusha… Grusha…

- Wait!
- Grusha…

- Later…
- Grusha…

Go, go, have fun!

Go, go, have fun!

I am having fun and you have fun!

<i>I loved only you.</i>

<i>And I’ve saved my love as</i>
<i>a sacred treasure.</i>

<i>Only you</i>

<i>And you alone I loved</i>

<i>And I’ve saved my love</i>

<i>as a sacred treasure</i>

<i>It’s only to you</i>

<i>that I entrusted my secret</i>
<i>thoughts and talks</i>

<i>It’s only to you</i>

<i>that I permitted to kiss my shoulders.</i>

<i>It’s only to you</i>

<i>that I permitted</i>

<i>to kiss my shoulders.</i>

<i>Only because of you</i>

<i>I’ll blush before the whole world</i>

<i>For you</i>

<i>I’ll vow and lie</i>

<i>With a tear</i>

<i>And a smile</i>

<i>And a word.</i>

God, work a miracle,

restore him who was struck down!

Let this terrible cup pass from me!

What is it, Borisich?

Nothing.

Are you looking for me?

For Goodness sake!
Why shall I be looking for you?

You are probably angry
that we are so late.

Not in the least.

What tie is it?

It’s past three.

Wait a bit, soon we’ll be through.

As you please.

Mitya!

Mitenka!

Living is so good!

Good?

We are evil, but good.

Evil and good.

Say that I am good.

- I am very good.
- You are heavenly.

You are heavenly.

Everything is spinning…

the stove and the table is spinning…

I want to dance!

Let everybody watch how I dance...
how well I dance!

Gypsies!

<i>Its legs are naught, its sides are taut,</i>
<i>And its little tail’s all in a curl!</i>

I feel weak, sorry, I feel weak…

Mitya, Mitya!

Kiss me! Kiss me harder!

Kiss me… But don’t touch me.

Yours, but don’t touch me. Spare me.

- It’s vile here.
- I wouldn’t dream, I obey!

I wouldn’t dream, I obey...

I know, though you’re a beast,
you’re still noble.

We should do it honestly,

we should be good and kind,

not beasts but good.

Take me far away!

I don’t want to be here, take me away,

I want to be far, far away.

I love you!

You and only you.

I’ll love you in Siberia forever.

Why in Siberia?

it’s all the same…

It’s nice in Siberia,

there’s snow in Siberia.

I like driving over snow

and there should be a little sleigh bell.

Do you hear a bell ringing?

Yes.

Where is that little bell ringing?

Now it’s stopped.

- What, was I asleep?
- Yes.

Yes, the bell.

I fell asleep and had a dream

that I was driving over the snow.

It seemed I was driving with you.

And the bell keeps ringing, ringing.

Here, come out here, please.

This way please.

END OF EPISODE TWO

Restoration Produced by
Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

© MOSFILM Cinema Concern 2023