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Evgeniy Mironov

You rushed to your Spaniard.

You were in a fiit of anger.

You wanted to revenge.

You took this revolver.

I would torture him for long.

Misha!

Where are you going to,
Ivan Sergeevitch?

To your motherland? To Russia?

No, Fyodor Mikhailovitch,
Russia is the place where I was born.

But I can't call it my motherland.

Why didn't I place a bet on zero?

That damn German.
He was close to me the whole game.

And now you must look after
his family. Tiill your death.

in Vladimir Hotinenko fiilm

DOSTOEVSKIY

Part 6

Vasiliy Grigorievitch, how long
are you going to torture me here?

I'm tired.

You don't talk

My back has become numb.

I wouldn't have come here,
if I didn't respect Tretiakov that much.

Be patient a little bit more.

If you agreed to sit for
your portrait, then you have to be patient.

And I guess you got used to patience.

What do you mean,
Vasiliy Grigorievitch?

I read reviews to 'Demons'.

They are all as if they are in collusion.
Nihilists and Westerners.

They all say 'diehard'!

Hell with them!

Even though I must admit,
it's hard to get used to that.

'Demons' is a tendentious novel.

I wanted to express
my opinion passionately.

Openly till my last word.

And not to flirt with the youth.

And let the nihilists scream.

They are just scared.

They are afraid to face the truth.

Where their idea
of revolution will bring them.

And their head is Verkhovetkiy.

He is their Mephistopheles.

He says, 'Our people are not
those who only cut and burn,

who shot and bite -
such people only disturb.

A teacher with his pupils,
who laugh at God are our people.

Lawyers, who protect killers, saying
they are more developed than their victims,

and they couldn't do another way,
in order to get money - are our people.

Students, who kill people, in order
to feel it - are our people.'

But this cannot be freedom
if you don't believe in God.

And those who search for freedom
without believing in God,

will destroy their souls.

And let those Westerners bite me to death,
and make fun of me,

but all nations showed that they are
unworthy of messianism.

And only the Russians
are on the way to God.

Because they are not spoiled by progress.

Not only Russia had the messianic role,
but only Russian maintained it.

I'm sorry.

I prevent you.

That' okay. I love listening people,
when I draw from a sitter.

A sitter. Am I a sitter for you?

What a way to call me!

You, artists, are very strange.

Why don't you paint from your memory?

I keep all my characters in my memory.

I can see very clearly them.

Palibino. Krukovskiy Estate. 1864.

Anna Vasilievna!

A letter.

Go back

Dear Anna Vasilievna, I have received
the manuscripts and started reading.

As far as I read them,
my fears blew over,

and I gave way to that
youthful charm and sincerity,

that candor and warmth,

which are all over you story.

Sonya!

Sonya!

I'm here.

My story will be published.
This is so great!

What story?

I wrote a story,
and sent it to Dostoevskiy.

And he... Here

Read it.

Your story will be published.

Great! Congratulations.

You khow, he's a great writer.

And I think I'm in love with him.

Are you crazy, Anya?

When?

You have never seen him.

- No.
- He's a writer.

He's Dostoevskiy.

How old is he and how old are you?

No, you must be crazy.

Sonya, it is impossible to talk to you.

You are a girl. You understand nothing
but your mathematics.

Two plus two
is always four for you, but for him...

And for him?

For him it is three.

What Petersburg? What writing?

I khew a writer.

A countess.

I met her one day.
In Baden-Baden. In a roulette room.

There was a long line of rogues.
One worse than the other.

They scream, they laugh,
they wave their hands.

Talk to her without ceremony.

She lost everything.

To the last gold coin.

And screams to her aide-de-camps...

'Let's drink some champagne'.

This is what writing leads to.

Thank God, he writes
better than I thought he does.

My dear, what do we khow about him?

He is a journalist and a former prisoner?

He's a writer, father.

He is a famous writer.

People in the best houses
consider it an honor to accept him.

If a man was a prisoner,
he will remain a prisoner.

Even if he is the best merchant.

How dare you say that, father?

You spoiled them, mother.

What do you want me to tell you?

The father is talking to them,
but they leave like that!

How old is Anya? 21?

And that writer? More than 40?

He's old, for God's sake!

You are more than 40 too.

But you are not an old man.

I don't visit young girls, do I?

If I was a diehard,
I would've let you go to the capital.

You have never let us go there.

- Didn't I?
- No.

You may go. That is far.

And never take your eyes off them
in Petersburg.

Are your parents alive?

No, they died. Long ago.

May them rest in heaven.

Are you married? Or you are single?

I buried my wife last spring.

You buried her. What a pity!

Now you live alone?

Now alone.

Were your wife sick?. Or it was an accident?

She was sick Consumption.

And doctors didn't help?

No, they couldn't.

Mama!

The Lord giveth, the Lord taketh away.

Shall we drink some tea?

We will talk during drinking.

About life.

Sonya and Anna prepared
a lot of questions for you.

And they eager to ask you them.

Unfortunately, I can't
share tea drinking with you.

- Why is that?
- No. I have many things to do.

I am grateful to you.

For this honor.

What are you grateful for?
You didn't even drink tea.

Anna, Sofia, my dear girls,

even though your father didn't see him,
but as if a spirit whispered it in his ear.

Stop it, mother!

How can you say anything like that?

You always ruin everything!

What?

Anya, did you read
'Notes from Underground'?

I khow why you are asking.
It's about your 'two plus two'.

Sonya, don't be offended.

The Emperor's Public Library

'Pardon me', they scream,
'you can't strike!'

Two plus two is four.

The nature doesn't ask you.
You must accept is as it is.

And therefore its results.

My God! What do I care
of the nature's and math laws?

Because for some reason
I don't like these laws.

Of course, I will not try to break this wall,
if I don't have enough power for that.

- I told you.
- Let me listen.

But I don't do it not because
I don't have enough power.

Just like this brick wall exists
as calming.

As it is for soothing.

How ridiculous it is!

My father was very strict.

For example, every evening he came in
to my sisters' bedroom with a flashlight.

And looked under the beds,
trying to fiind their cavaliers hiding.

You are laughing now,
but my sisters didn't laugh.

My father showed them faces
that they trembled with fear.

Then mother came,
she drove away father.

That can't happen in our family.
Our mother is afraid of our father.

But since our father doesn't
often visits Petersburg,

we have freedom here.

And how do you use your freedom?

We read any books we want.

This is good.

Because the youth nowadays
is dull and stupid.

Shining boots for them
are more important than Pushkin.

Pushkin has really gone out of date.

How come?

We also visit
different student's meetings.

I don't visit them often though.

But Anya likes them.

I am not interested
in socialism problems.

What a nice sister you have!

Sonya likes algebra and geometry more.

But I tell her that the whole Europe
thinks that socialism is our future.

Yes. That's true.

In 18th century
we only tried to catch the European tastes.

We even had to eat
different kinds of fiilth.

Trying not to khit a brow.

And now we are enjoying
the French socialism.

We try it so hard that
even in Europe they laugh at us.

Anna Vasilievna,
Elizaveta Fyodorovna arrived.

My dear girls,
I brought you some presents.

Mother of Heaven!

Good afternoon, Elizaveta Fyodorovna.

Hello, my dear man.

Sonya, I hope you are not
offended that I said about algebra.

Of course, not.

I found him very different.

He is so young, simple and sweet.

Isn't he really 44?

You fell in love with him, Sonya!

Didn't you?

- You are very young.
- And you?

I am 21. I'm sorry,
but I'm old enough.

You're 14.

Don't be offended, I love you a lot,
but you are so funny.

And that is good
that you fiinally fell in love.

Maybe you will stop
doing your algebra sums.

I love algebra more
than all your poetry.

I remember the last moment.

Before they put a sack on my head,

I saw a glitter of bayonet.

On the guns which the soldiers held.

And their tall hats.

The priest came to me
and I kissed the cross.

And they put the sack on me after that.

It strange, I didn't suppose
to see anything.

Covered with the sack
But I saw things.

I saw everything in details.

I saw a soldier, bayonet,
the general on a horse,

faces of the officials,

everything in details.
Even a soldier's fiinger on a cock

That was all within a second.

And then I heard a drum roll,
everything disappeared,

and I was waiting
only for the command to fiire.

The Almighty!

And then a thought
visited my mind.

I thought if someone put me on a small step
of a highest cliff under the ocean,

and told me to choose between standing
over the cliff for the years and decades,

and you cannot move,

and there will be a raging
ocean under you,

or you can choose another way.

To jump down and fiinish
with all these sufferings.

And if they asked me to choose

to stay under the ocean
or jump down,

I would not even think
I would choose life.

Only life.

We all suffered from the captivity.

Nice tea.

That exile was so unfair for you.

No.

Maybe the Lord needed me to be
in prison,

so I would understand
the main thing.

You can't waste your life.

My dear Sony,
why don't you play something?

Especially for you she learned
a passionate sonata.

My dear Anna Vasilievna,
I fell in love with you.

I'm in love with you
from the fiirst moment I saw you.

And I love you not as a friend.
I love you passionately.

If I marry you, I will not be a writer.

I will have to give birth to children,

to sacrifiice my future
to your writing work

I cannot do that.

One must be madly in love for that.

To neglect myself for a beloved one.

I cannot do that.

You must be saying this,
and thinking how good you are. Right?

But you khow, your sister
is much better.

Really?

Her face is more expressive.
And her eyes...

And you...

Who I am?

Just a cute German.

This is who you are.

And you asked a cute German
to marry you?

You didn't understand me correctly, Anna.

I asked your sister to marry me.

It's so pity she is too young.

I will tell Sonya.

She will be happy.

Anna Vasilievna, forgive me.

I said that because I was offended.

Don't tell that to anyone. All right?

And send your writings to me.
I will read them with delight.

Good bye.

I was taking a walk with Fyodor
Mikhailovitch in the Yusup's Gardens.

He proposed to me.

But I said no.

Don't you love him?

Would you agree?

Yes, I would.

You are saying this,
because that is impossible.

However, if he waits
for two or three more years...

You khow,

he would be happy with you.

He is so kind.

Man of genius.

And miserable.

He needs another wife.

His wife must devote herself to him.

I would give everything to him.

I would give myself.

Tiill the last part of me.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

Hello, Sonya.

I wrote you.
I asked you to meet me.

Thank you for coming.

I really wanted to see you myself.

I am stupid.

Forgive me.

I wrote you a letter,
like Pushkin's Tatiana did.

And you think that like Pushkin's Onegin
I will express censure to you?

Take one candy, please, barin!

- Okay.
- Thank you.

I was so worried
when I have read your letter.

This is for you.

Sonya, I don't deserve
such nice words from you.

I love you, Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

I understand, I am too young,

but I'm not that young.

Princess Maria got married
when she was only 15.

If you wait a little,
I will give you all myself.

- Sonya, I...
- Don't you love me?

You? I love you very much.

You said to Anna...

- My dear Sonya...
- Hold on.

My father talks with me
with such a tone.

You like exact science, don't you?

Tell me, please, is one plus one always two?

In arithmetic yes.

Yes, but in life
one plus one is often zero.

Do you understand me?

Yes, I do.

You don't love me.

You don't love me as a woman.

No, Sonya...

You khow, what I thought about now?.

You will be a mathematician.

A very famous one.

And you will get married,
and you will be happy.

Don't comfort me that way.

I don't.

A writer can see the future,
as a gipsy or a fortune-teller do.

So right now I am predicting you
your future.

I am grateful to you,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch for these predictions.

But only I will not be happy.

- Bring back my letter please.
- Yes, of course.

Don't follow me.

What a nice candy.

Why are you spying on me?

I'm not spying.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, my mother's and my
patience is over.

That means, whether you pay your
debts, or I go to a bailiff,

and the best thing for you
will be a distraint.

I understand. I'm telling you,
the journal will be profitable soon.

Don't flatter yourself.
Your 'Era' looses subscribers every day.

I khow everything.

That's why you have only a week

But I will give you a month.

And let's call this candy a prepayment.

My dear Fyodor Mikhailovitch,

more than a year ago
we signed a contract about the new novel,

which is still haven't been written.

Do you want to ruin me?

- I was writing a novel.
- Good. And where is it?

It's not over yet.

What about your
'Crime and Punishment'?

I had to give it
to 'Russian Bulletin'.

I khow that.

Our contract ends in a month.

You have the whole month now.

No, it's not enough time
to fiinish it.

This is a very comprehensive work

Forgive me, but you had 16 months.

You have your old debts.

For the previous books.

210 rubles. Total - 380 rubles.

This is not a small amount.

And what about 3000 paid in advance?

What do you want me to do now?.

That was not me
who put you in such position. You did.

All right, and if I offer you
a new novel?

15 sheet.

Totally new.

- Is it written?
- No.

But I can see it. Full in details.

I can see even the chapters.

It's almost written in my head.

You want to say
that you can write a novel within a month?

Yes, I assure you.

I will write a new novel
within the next month.

You couldn't write it within 16 months,
and you think you can do it within one?

Yes. One month.

All right.

This looks like crazy
from both sides.

I agree.

- And I will have one extra condition.
- Yes, please.

We are listening to you.

If the novel is not ready
by the time stated in the contract,

you will lose all your copyrights
on this novel

and on everything you write
within the next nine years.

- Are you out of your mind?
- We are all out of our minds now.

My business is to make an offer.
Your business is to refuse it.

You have a freedom to choose.

We will use our freedom,
and we refuse it.

No!

Nikolay Nikolaevitch is wrong.

Yes, I agree.

That is great.

I hope you don't mind, gentlemen,

we can go to my office
and to sign the contract.

As people say,
'Strike while the iron is hot.'

You are an idiot,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

Do you understand
that you condemn yourself to the slavery?

This is insane. To write a novel
within a month.

My friend, I would agree to go
to prison, if only I could pay my debts.

And to become free again.

I received the last warning
from my creditors yesterday.

In two weeks you will
visit me in a debtor's prison.

Tell me, how much of that
novel you have written.

Not a single line.

A suicide!

I'm coming!

Hello. My name is Anna Snitkina.
I came with a letter of recommendation.

I don't khow if he can accept you.
He is sick

Come on in.

Fedosya!

Hello.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch!

A girl came to you.
She is asking for a job.

I am Anna Snitkina.
I have a letter of recommendation.

How long have you been
doing stenography?

Six months only.

Six months?

At least you are a girl.

If he sent me a man,
he could've started drinking.

I hope you don't drink

No, I don't.

You don't drink at all?

I can drink a little,
on a holiday.

A little is okay.

All right, we might drink
a little when we fiinish the novel.

Do you agree?

Yes, I do.

This is a present.

From my friends from Semipalatinsk

Let's get to the business.

I will read a little,
and you start writing.

Sit down, please.

- Anna?
- Grigorievna.

Are you ready?

In a week I came back

It's been three days
when our people were in Lichtenburg.

I thought they have been waiting
for me, but I was wrong.

Are you okay?
I'm not reading fast, am I?

It's okay.

That was clear they
found money somewhere.

And it seemed the general
was ashamed to look at me.

Maria Filipovna was in a fuss.

And she talked to me a little.

I had time to think about it.

I totally was absorbed
in the analysis of my feelings.

Of my feelings to Polina.

Again I won!

I have 80 of coins already.

I moved all my 80 coins to 12 middle numbers,
which may triple up my sum.

A little bit slower, please,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch.

Yes, I'm sorry.

Do you like what you are writing?

It's okay.

Okay means nothing.

Do you like it or not.

Yes, I do. Very much.

I hope you are speaking the truth.

The wheel spinned.
Number 24 won.

I was like in fever.
I put everything on red.

And then it was the fiirst time
when I was seized by fear.

I realized now what it means
for me to lose.

My whole life was at stake.

Fyodor Mikhailovitch, please slower.

What?

You are so nervous right now.

Who is nervous? I am nervous?

I am not nervous.
I play the scene, which I wrote.

So you would understand
what I wrote.

It is a better way to write it, isn't it?

Yes, of course.

Play it more calm.

How can I play it calm?

I almost remembered
what I have suffered.

Something similar was in my life,
and some characters were in my life too.

- And Polina?
- Yes, of course.

Yes, she was in my life.

Polina.

Do you still love her?

How many pages have you written today?

I fiinished the 280th.

That makes it 10 pages.
5 pages left.

Let me see, how many days are left.

Where is it?

10 days left.

It's not enough.

10 days. It's not enough.

There was one more vase here.

Didn't you break it?
It's a pity.

I didn't break it.
I had to give it away.

My relatives needed 25 rubles urgently.

I'm sorry.

It's okay. I'm sorry.

What, Anna Grigorievna?

Let's continue.

The writer Dostoevskiy
shouldn't give up in the face of Selovskiy.

Let's go.

'Four', said the croupier.

That was 6000 florins already.

I placed 4000 florins on black

Croupiers were talking
about something.

I remember as it was a dream,
I won about 16 thousand florins.

Is my speed okay?

Pasha? Why aren't you sleeping?

I was told you don't attend classes.

Why is that?

I need money, father.

Why? Your studies are paid
till the end of the year.

I need money. I even can't go
to a tavern to eat some soup.

Why do you need to go to a tavern?

You are on full support in school.
I told you, I have paid for the education.

That's not enough.

I'm always hungry.

All students go to a tavern,
but I can't afford it.

I am always ashamed of my poverty.

Pasha, this is stupid to be
ashamed of poverty.

You should be ashamed of stupidity.

Go, go. I need to work

When my mother died,
you promised to take care of me.

But you don't do it.

I am worse than a servant here.

Pasha, let me work please.

You're a liar.

- You always lie.
- Pasha, leave!

If you don't stop it,
I will forbid you to go to my study!

A miserable, nasty liar!

Mean and low liar!

Five pages left.

Five pages.

Don't think anything bad.

I wish Fyodor Mikhailovitch success.

But he is like a child.

Why did you trust such conditions
to a child?

To a gambler and an adventurer.

You khow, presuming
adventurers should be punished.

I thought what a nice book named
'The Gambler' I can publish.

And I can make much money on it.

It's cynical, but I'm a businessman.

I'm a gambler too.
Why do I need to deprive me of earning?

Don't you afraid of those bad rumors
between Russian publishers?

No. They will envy me.

Dostoevskiy himself works on me
during the next nine years for free.

There is one hole in that contract.

Which is quite disastrous for you.

Explain, Nikolay Nikolaevitch.

There is nothing said in the contract that
Fyodor Mikhailovitch will do his job honestly.

I accent - 'honestly'.

Creativity is the main thing
which writers should have.

Can a creator fail?

What if within the next nine years
you will get only failures from him?

In what condition
your business will be?

Only losses?

Maybe even a devastation.

There will be so much
humiliation under you.

If that is a dishonest performance
of the contract, I will bring an action.

You will lose any case.

The writer's creativity
is God's will.

God can take talent,
and He can give it back

You will have to bring an action
against our Lord Jesus Christ?

Fyodor Mikhailovitch has 7 more days

to fiinish his novel in time.

Pray God so Fyodor Mikhailovitch
would fiinish his novel in time.

How are we going to work now?.

How many are left?

12 and a half sheet are done.

Two and a half are left.

74 pages.

That's too many.

We will have to write them in passing.

Do you have time for writing?

Can you do it?

Can you do it,
Fyodor Mikhailovitch? How are you feeling?

Great.

I am full of power and passion.

Bring me strong tea, please.

I feel sorry for your character.
You can't imagine how much.

You feel sorry? Why?

He is so young and he is smart.

And he is miserable.

Money only spoils people.

Didn't love spoil him?

No. Love cannot spoil a man.

Sometimes people suffer from love.

But they don't die from it.

All right, let's write it in passing.

You ready?

Yes.

Every experienced player

khows what a chance is.

For example, it seemed after
16 times of red numbers in a row

the 17th spin will be black for sure.

That what newcomers think

They double their bet.

And they lose much.

Father, your nephews came.

What nephews?

Alyosha and Masha.
Let them tell you themselves.

Maybe later?
I am working right now.

Mama said we can
stay at your house.

Hello.

Yes, all right.

You can stay here.

Father, we need some money.

Fedosya is going to buy some goods,
but she doesn't have enough money.

All right, all right.
Take the second vase.

And bring it to the pawn shop.

Please, go. I need to work

Two weeks ago you brought
one vase to the pawn shop.

What can I do?

There is nowhere I can get money from.

Why do they always ask?.
They should work themselves.

- Pasha, for example.
- Anna Grigoryevna,

if we don't fiinish the novel in time,
I will be totally broke.

Let's work

Polina, take 25 thousand
and throw them to his face tomorrow.

She didn't answer.

If you want,
I can bring it tomorrow morning.

Then she suddenly started laughing.

That laughter was like the one before.

She laughed like that during
the most terrible talks with her.

Finally she stopped laughing.

She frowned.

She looked at me strictly.

'I will not take your money.'

She said contemptuously.

'How?. Why?!', I screamed. 'Polina!'

'I don't take money.'

'I offer you my life!'

Do you still love her that much?

Not anymore.

How many days left
till my execution?

Five days.

God, don't let them violate me.

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