All language subtitles for Dostoevskiy_02

Evgeniy Mironov

Quick - march!

Chulpan Khamatova

Stretch the toe!

Your breathing is wrong.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
I think I will leave soon.

This is unreasonable.
700 versts. Siberian ones.

Write to me, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.
I will die without your letters.

He proposed to me.
And I am ready to accept it.

I like Maria Dmitrievna
not less than you do.

Love in my days is not a caprice.

I will leave tonight.

in Vladimir Hotinenko fiilm

DOSTOEVSKIY

Part 3

I sincerely congratulate you.

- Wiith what?
- What do you mean with what?

Wiith the new officer rank

- How do you khow that?
- Everyone khows that.

We need to leave this
moment for the history.

- No, no, no need.
- Everything is absolutely free for you.

This is exactly what I can
thank you with for the attention to me.

Do you realize it?
The momentary fiixing of human's essence.

We are dealing with one thing
with you, in some way.

I see the amazement on your face.

I, like you, using this instrument
have the ability

to explore the human's essence.

And not in some way of continuum,
as it is used it painting.

But in a flash.

Since we met, I have read
almost all of your pieces of writing.

And as a Goffman fan, I want to show you
my admiration for 'Double'.

I khow that not everyone
accepted it defiinitely,

but that's natural.

And those ridiculous
parallels with Gogol.

This is wonderful that I persuaded you
to dress the new shoulder straps.

- Smile!
- It doesn't suit me.

Your photograph will be ready by evening.

And this one is for you.

Maria Dmitrievna
didn't like it for some reason.

My dear brother,

I want to inform you
that I fiirmly decided to get married.

Yes, I am miserable, insane.

Love in such way is a disease.

Either to drown myself
or to satisfy myself.

Maria Dmitrievna is a God's angel.

Whom I met on my way.

And sufferings tied us together.

My dear brother,

I have no money.

But money is fiirst-necessity.

That is why I want
to make some preparations.

To rent a flat.
A three-room at least.

To have some furniture.

To buy some clothes,
to help her in any way.

I need to send a carriage for her,
and that is 1500 versts one way and back

I need to pay for the wedding.

My brother, my angel, help me.
At the last time.

I sent a letter to the aunt,
where I asked for help.

I don't khow if she replies.

She used to adore us.

And she used to help us.

My God, what is he thinking about?

He is miserable himself,
he is not well provided.

And he pulls another person
to his sorrow.

I don't khow what to do with Fyodor.

What do you have to do, auntie?

He asks for money.

Won't you say no?

Are you helping him much yourself?.

I am always trying to help him.

And now, the sisters and I
will send him 200 rubles each.

That makes 600?

I will send 600 then also.

If my husband agrees.

But that will not be the end.

I khow him.

Here we are.

And then Pavel falls down
into the snow, and leaves his mark

I came...

I am asking for your hand,
Maria Dmitrievna.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, please stand up.

I khew.

I khew you wouldn't leave me to my fate.

My faithful friend.

So do you agree?

My God, of course I agree.

Why don't you say anything?

Aren't you happy for me?

Accept my sincere greetings.

February, 6. 1857.

Congratulations!

Hurrah!

- My glove!
- Stop!

She dropped the glove.
I'll be right back

- Why did we stop?
- We dropped the glove.

I found it!

Let's go!

Go!

Here it is!

So, do you take the sideboard?

I said, I do.

- 25 rubles.
- Very good. What's your middle name?

Pafnutievitch. Nikadim Pafnutievitch.

Nikadim Pafnutievitch, maybe you
will take the sofa? It's made of red wood.

Thank you, but I don't need one.

Just take a look

Look how good it is.

It's an excellent sofa!

It was in the house of the director
of the school.

You khow, no one Kuznetk's merchant
will have such furniture.

You must agree.

Your wife will be happy.

- How much?
- 25.

Do you mind, Maria Dmitrievna?

You persuaded me,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

- I will take it for 25.
- Very nice.

Very nice, Nikadim Pafnutievitch.

Vasya, Andrey, take them out.

Masha, I found a dealer talent in myself.

Just imagine how hard
to bring that to Semipalatinsk

The same 100 rubles.

This is hard for Maria Dmitrievna
to leave the house.

- The house?
- The house, the furniture.

The husband's grave.

You.

What? Yes.

Fedya, yes.

To leave Nikolay Borisovitch.

Isn't that strange for you?

Nikolay Borisovitch was the only friend
here during the hardest days of my life.

I understand that.

You understand nothing.

Fedya, you khow, you have changed.

After marriage you
have become different.

Why are you haggling with them like...

Masha, we discussed it.
You told me yourself

that to carry the things
so far is unreasonable.

This is unbearable.

It is time to go, barin!

We'll get to Barnaul just by night.

We will spend the night there.

Good bye, Nikolay Borisovitch,
write to us.

Good bye, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.
I will write for sure.

There is no a friend within
a thousand versts like you.

Let's go, Masha.

Go.

Take this, Virgunov,
it will protect you.

Thank you.

Wiish me happiness.

Come on, Pasha.

I wish you happiness.

And good bye.

It hurts!

Let's go!

When we come I send in my papers
and we move to the European part of Russia.

I will be able to visit
Moscow, Petersburg.

Isn't that happiness?

I wrote to Mikhail
that I'm planning to publish my journal.

He will deal with fiinances,
I will deal with editing.

And what about me?

You describe your life with such passion,
but only I didn't hear my name.

Don't you have me
in your future life?

Masha, how can you say
anything like that?

You didn't quite understand me.

Pasha, do you feel cold?

Don't touch him.

My little boy.

- Good boy!
- Six!

Wiinter, 1859.

Nothing changed here.

But this Russia is different.

Misha, why don't you tell me anything?

Yes, Russia is different.

Press became more independent.

And after Alexander's speech,
it takes a month at most to free peasants.

The society is happy
to have open trial.

On the other hand, Slavophiles
continue fiighting with Westerners.

Do I really need to tell you that?
You khow that already yourself.

I sent you newspapers regularly.

Yes, I khow.
Stop here, my dear.

Ten years.

Ten years, Misha.

After our parting, I started pleading
for the permission to write to you.

But they rejected me.

You can reproach me
that I didn't write you secretly.

But my brother,

- I have six children.
- You don't have to blame yourself.

You were thinking
about your family.

I don't want to look back

I want to work
I want to write.

I bore so much.
I want to speak now!

In my... no, in our journal.

You have changed.

Really? That's good.

That's good I'm different now.

Fedya, don't you think it's enough?

Fedya, are you going to sleep?

Let's go to bed.

I'm sorry.

Go to bed without me.

I need to work a little.

I'm so fed up with that!

Why are we living like that?

Why are we torturing each other?

- That's the way you are.
- Masha, I am torturing you, aren't I?

Don't start it,
or we will fiight again.

What are you writing now?.

'Notes from the house of dead'.

I need to hurry.

I promised to 'Russian World',
but I can't do it on time.

Wiill you read it?

Wiill you read it to me?

You love reading.

Right now?.

Yes.

Yes.

'Our jail was at the edge
of the fortress

at the rampart.

We happened to look through
the holes of the fence

trying to see something.

But the only thing we could see
was the edge of the sky

and a tall dirt-wall,
which was grown by rall weeds,

and sentry was walking
up and down.

And then you start thinking
that years will pass

and you will come to those
holes in the fence,

and you will see the same
rampart, the same sentry,

the same small part of the sky.

Not the sky you can see from the jail,
the other one, the distant one.

The free sky.

Masha!

The other sky.

Yes, the other sky.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

Doctor Yanovskiy came to see you.

Yanovskiy?

Stepan Yanovskiy!

Stepan!

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

Our martyr.
Did you become a Siberian?

You forgot your old friend Yanovskiy?

Do you khow how often I dreamt in
Semipalatinsk to see and to embrace you?

- Hold on.
- What's wrong?

- Regular pulse.
- No stroke for me?

Let me introduce you,
Stepan Dmitrievitch,

my beloved wife Maria Dmitrievna.

Our fathers are namesake then?

That is a good sign.

- I got married, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.
- You really did? I don't believe it.

Aleksandra Ivanovna Schubert.

An actress.

I hope from the opera theatre.

No. From the drama.

But everyone says
she is a perfect actress.

And what do you say?

And I love her. Madly.

But she spends much time
in theatres - rehearsals, performances.

And since her husband has a lot of work too,
we see each other very rarely.

And that makes me mad sometimes.

Let me ask you the name of this drink?.

This is a raspberry liquor.

Try it.

Home-made.

For sure I will.

I want to wish you, Fyodor,
and to your charming wife,

long and happy years
in Petersburg.

Do you remember how you
pestered me with the system of Gala?

There was a very popular book
by professor Gala.

Every my explanation of the system
he applied to his head.

And he demanded the explanation
of every little detail.

I pestered him completely.

I found Fyodor Mikhailovitch's head
look like Sokrat's head.

But only without khobs
on the back of the head.

Knobs mean a seducer.

I was very upset after that,
but then I thought that it's good.

I'm not a seducer then.

I'm sorry.

Why are you coughing like that?

I'm sorry, but let me examine you.

No, we are having a meal here.

And besides, don't worry,
I just caught a cold.

Stepan, I want to raise this...

I beg your pardon.

Let me examine you immediately.

And then we will get back to our meal.

Where can we do it?

- Does it hurt?
- No.

- Here?
- A little.

And here? It does hurt?

It's nothing.

Yes, nothing.

Wiill you breathe deeply, Maria Dmitrievna.

More.

Deeply please, my dear.

That's enough. Thank you.

What are you waiting for?
Maria Dmitrievna is seriously sick

I don't have a stethoscope with me,
but I can hear without it.

Terrible cracking and gurgling.

Both lungs are affected.

She has a consumption.
She needs to be treated.

We treat her.
The doctor prescribed a mixture for her.

What the hell... God forbid.

She must be sent to the South immediately.

To Yalta or Italy.

She won't go.

What do you mean?

Besides, we don't have money.

And there's nowhere
I can take them from.

It's good we managed
to get out from Tver.

Misha sold the tobacco
factory for me.

If we start publishing
the journal then...

Stepan Dmitrievitch,

I make you promise
that next time you will visit us

with your lovely wife.

I have always dreamt
to meet an actress.

I give you my word.

And you visit us, on Sunday.

There will be many
interesting people.

And Sasha will be at home.

And she will invite you
to the theater.

You asked from me
the proofs of your behavior.

So, the proofs... the proofs...

are here.

- No.
- Yes.

Soon. Just wait.

Good morning, daddy.

Here she is.

What kind of proof do you need?

What is it here?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

We were just talking.

Daddy, what's wrong with you?

You are pale.

Don't you have doubts
about our happiness?

Do you really have doubts
about our happiness?

God, it's so cold.
What kind of city is that?

Today we are going to the theater.

You can go. I'm not going.

- Why?
- Because I have nothing to wear.

And what about that evening dress
you ordered? I liked it a lot.

But I didn't.

You chose it yourself.

Fedya, you forgot,
we were choosing it together.

And I ordered what you chose.

Because my opinion
was insignifiicant, as always.

Masha, you chose it and asked me
if I liked it,

and I said that I didn't understand
anything in that.

And then you insisted
so I would choose.

- And then I just pointed...
- You pointed, and I have to wear it?

Why do you always want
to make me guilty?

Don't you feel that yourself?.

You have much work readings, visits.
And fiinally a theatre.

What are you unhappy with?

- You dreamt about that yourself.
- I dreamt? About what?

In Semipalatinsk I had a dream.

Masha, what are you blaming me for?

That I have to work?.

I'm sorry that I'm not
a heroine of your novel.

It's so cold here.

Look she is waving to us.

Look look

Let's go to her wardrobe,
I will introduce you.

Excuse me.

Excuse me.

Aleksandra Ivanovna,
this is your legal husband.

The flowers from the general
to Aleksandra Ivanovna.

I'm in the siege.
I don't khow how to get out of here.

You are Dostoevskiy, aren't you?

Yes, I'm Dostoevskiy.

I'm happy to see you.

- Fyodor...
- Mikhailovitch.

I heard so much about you.

I read your books,
and they are brilliant.

I was very impressed by them.

- I am very grateful to you, Aleksandra.
- Ivanovna.

And where did you leave your wife?

She doesn't feel well.

Doctor forbids to go out
in the evenings.

Because dampness is bad for her.

It's a pity,
I wanted to meet her.

How are we going to get out of here?

They will tear me to pieces.

Let's do the following:

we will cover you with this cloak
Fyodor Mikhailovitch, give me a hand.

And you will be covered with your head.

I will go in front of you.

You, my darling, will go after me,

and Fyodor Mikhailovitch will
bring up the rear.

But don't stop, my friends.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
you are my bodyguard now.

I can die for you if needed.

- Are you ready?
- Yes!

The hood.

Let's go.

Cheerful gentlemen.

I hope I didn't shock you
with my behavior?

You so did that I am
at a loss for words to describe my delight.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, Aleksandra Ivanovna,
the guests are waiting for us at home.

They drink wine without us,
they eat hazel-hens.

I have never eaten hazel-hens.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch and I
will drink some vodka.

We experienced such a ringing frost!

Aleksandra Ivanovna's fans
were about to tear us to pieces.

But we saved her, risking our lives.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, hazel-hens.

I propose a toast to all of us.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, my angel.

Gentlemen, did you see
the new issue of 'The Bell'?

I guess you have read it?

Of course I have.

There is a brilliant article
about slavery in Russia.

The country of slaves!

Mr. Gertzen with no quarter
attacks our state power.

About our enslaved peasants,
tyrant landowners.

Very cruel.

And there is nothing left to say.

They disgrace us to the whole Europe.

I hate those revolutionary emigrants.

Mr. Gertzen was a Russian citizen
someday, wasn't he?

It's just amazing.

Mr. Gertzen was a Russian citizen?

I was thinking he was born
an emigrant and revolutionary.

I dare to say against it. Mr. Gertzen
is the pride of Russian intellectuals.

Which is worse
for Russian intellectuals.

That it has such a pride.

He writes about slavery,
about humiliation and lawlessness.

But he lives in London.

On money which he has got
having risen serfs.

What prevented him
from giving freedom to his serfs?

He's got 1500 of them.

A slaver reveals slavery.

That is at least the original pride
for our intellectuals.

Bravo!

What would you say, Vladimir?
It hits the nail on the head!

I beg your pardon,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

You are speaking of Mr. Gertzen,
as he is your greatest enemy.

This is not true.

But if I will be lucky enough
to go abroad,

I will defiinitely meet Gertzen,

and will tell him
that I was in a prison,

and I saw people
whom he is willing to set free.

He is more free in the prison,
than he is in London.

Bravo, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I can see clearly that your
staying in prison was good for you.

You came to prison being
a free-thinker, a socialist,

but you left prison being
a defender of the throne and orthodoxy.

My congratulations.

You are not right.
I was born an orthodox believer.

And I will stay one till my death.

But I am really a defender of the throne.

Our ruler's power
is sanctifiied by the church.

And any other power
will be destructive.

He is right.

We need to send a letter
to a royal name.

How to increase the number
of defenders of the throne?

That's easy.

To send all intellectuals to prison,

and after 4-5 years they will leave prison
as the throne defenders.

Right?

You are right.

Just right to prison.
But I don't advise you to go there.

You will give in.

You will leave prison
having lost human face.

I have to leave now.

Need to go home.

I beg your pardon, I want
to say goodbye to Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I beg your pardon.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

Forgive me. You khow
that I don't like such disputes.

No, you forgive me.
I ruined your dinner.

No, you didn't ruin anything.

Promise me, you will
visit us very often.

- Yes.
- Fyodor Mikhailovitch?

Promise me. Do you promise?

Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
if you don't promise,

she will not leave me
alone for the whole week

Please, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I promise you.

God, I'm so unhappy.

Here she is.
She makes me cry!

Listen to me, my friend.

Calm down.
Your husband is perfect.

I told him today
that he was perfect.

Who else can court her
from this house?

There is no one here.

- No one?
- Who else? Who?

A good idea!

First of all, that can be me.

I'm sorry, but playing in such bad shows
is disrespect to you talent.

Where can I fiind a good one?

You don't want to write a play.

I was thinking, maybe to make
a play out of 'Netochka Nezvanov'?

I would be so grateful to you!

That would be happiness
to play such a role.

What are you laughing?

You think I am too conceited?

Nikolay Gogol said
I am a brilliant actress.

And he promised to write a play for me.

And where did you see
Nikolay Vasilievitch?

In Odessa. I had a great
success. Don't you believe me?

No, I do believe you.

If I only had a talent
to write a comedy.

Even a one-act comedy.

I would start today, really.

Just only to have a pleasure
to bring it to you.

You are extremely precious for me.

Let's go. People are watching.

Let them watch. I am an actress.

Sasha, I want so much
to deserve our friendship.

Your laughing is so sweet.

I'm just happy to hear you.

Yes, yes. Here it is, my happiness.

Masha!

Why aren't you sleeping?

The performance ended late.

I wanted to walk so much.

There was a long way.

Yes, at fiirst I followed
Aleksandra Schubert home.

What?

And then I walked.

And you were the only one
who could follow her?

I asked myself.
She is the wife of my closest friend.

Everyone envies Yanuvskiy,
that he has such a noble friend.

Masha!

What is that tone for?

Don't tell me such things.

I always say what I think

Not always.

And what are you reading?

Masha!

You are reading Turgenev?

Yes. And why is that so surprising for you?

Great book

At least better than yours.

Yes, maybe.

I would even agree if I heard that
from someone who understands literature.

I didn't expect that.

You said different things
before we got married.

Fedya, admit, you are just jealous.

- What?
- Yes, he is noble, subtle, the real aristocrat.

And who are you?

A prisoner.

Masha!

All your imagination
is full of human's vices.

- Mean passion, baseness, envy, meanness.
- Please.

Maybe you think you are Gogol?

Masha, stop it!

Stop it, Masha!

Don't dare tell me such things.

You're not Gogol!

Hit me! Hit me, prisoner!

You are capable of killing people.

Shut up!

Shut up!

Pasha!

Get a spoon!

Give me a spoon!

I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

Forgive me, my dear.

Are you all right?

Can you get up?

Slowly.

Help me.

Help me!

Come on, darling.

I decided to go to Moscow.

When?

I don't khow.

In two weeks or so.

I would prefer if you stayed,
but I don't dare talk you out of it.

You can go with me if you want.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

I got a new medicine
for your wife Maria Dmitrievna.

She needs to drink it in order.

This one was sent from Paris.

And this powder I got
from my friends.

It cures pulmonary diseases.

I guess this is all very expensive.

For you and for Maria Dmitrievna
it's free.

I will visit you on Wednesday and tell her
what order she needs to take it.

- Do you drink my potions yourself?.
- Yes, I do. They taste horrible.

You should drink them.

They might not cure the disease,
but the fiits will be rare.

Go to Moscow then.
Find use to your talent there.

Let's go to Moscow with me.

Let's go to Moscow!

- You are afraid?
- Yes, I am.

- But I can see you don't want to go home.
- I have to go there.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, leave everything here,
and let's go to Moscow with me.

Sasha!

Stepan is my friend.

There are some laws in friendship,
which I can't break

Good bye.

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