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I'm pretty sure it will be here.

Modeste, who lives here?

Some new affection, no doubt. If anyone can find it, it's Modeste.

He knows what his brother does in Moscow.

- Right, Modeste? - Right.

Oh, sit down.

It's here, isn't it?

- Coffee? - No thanks,

I have family waiting outside.

They are waiting for me to take it to them.

Well, families are cannibals.

Oh. Go away, you filthy little monster!

He can't hear you... he's a deaf-mute. I just took him on as a student

Poor boy

Why the hell are you doing this, Modeste? Isn't there another way to make money?

I am waiting for them to create a Conservatory of Dramatic Arts

- Bah! - Well, why not?

Piotr, he makes a decent living...

as a music teacher.

Couldn't I do the same, as a the same, as a teacher of...?

What do you want?

Our dear sister, husband and tribe are waiting at the door. the tribe are waiting at the door.

Last night you promised them you would take them out to dinner.

Oh my gosh, are they still hungry?

You are always threatening me with it

I don't think it's Sasha you should be afraid of.

Your manners are as stupid as your as stupid as your works.

Piotr, you are getting getting very careless.

If these things get out, you will lose everything you have achieved.

You would be forced to leave the Conservatory. Your music would never be played.

You would be marked forever

Tell them I'll be right down.

I am sorry about last night.

Don't feel unhappy about it, please.

I wouldn't be if I could always be by your side. by your side. Maybe I'll come back to the country with you.

I could teach in a school; I would work during the winter

and, in the summer... we could lie in the sun by the lake

Piotr, we will do all that when you become famous.

And you will be very soon. Look maybe in just a few minutes.

Come on Tatiana.

And take them away immediately afterwards.

I don't want them to hear what what the director says.

Alexei!

He rarely likes my new works. works. Especially for piano.

You are late.

I know. They kept me at home and then I had to come running.

- Have you copied all the new music? - Yes, I have.

Well, go in and make sure that everything is okay.

I thought he would get tired of being with the boys.

Let's go, let's go! You at the Court are all the same.

It is possible for two men to be friends without these murmurings being true.

Murmuring dies if it is not backed up by facts, my friend.

Tchaikovsky, gives us plenty of them.

I am not interested in his private life. Only his work as a teacher.

I thought he was a composer. What else are we here for?

I hope you won't treat it as just another one of your adventures.

I must really love your sister, to come and hear her play the second

flute with a lot of students.

- I'm sorry. Is the entrance free? - Yes, of course.

Madame Von Meck? Good afternoon.

Mr. Rubinstein, please accept to accept his apology,

but the Concert has already started.

Pyotr Tchaikovsky is playing his new concerto.

Thank you very much.

My dear Piotr, what a gift you possess!

Accept our grateful congratulations

How kind you are. I am glad that you are my dear Sasha's husband.

Oh! Dear Piotr, you have never composed anything like this before.

Oh! Piotr, I felt... as if I were I was reliving last summer.

I was thinking about him.

Well, I think we should go. Rubinstein will have to talk to Piotr.

Tatiana, come with me.

I don't understand how you bothered to write it.

It may be worthwhile to keep a page or two a page or two,

but the rest can break down perfectly.

Well, if you were famous it would be different.

Not everything you write has to be necessarily be good.

You are paid as a teacher of composition. But what kind of music is this?

Not only is it trivial, it is bad, vulgar, proper for women.

I'm sorry, but it cannot be interpreted in public,

until you have completely redone it.

I assure you that I was not surprised me at all.

A man as careless as you, with regard to his private conduct

need not be much more scrupulous more scrupulous in its work.

You are in danger of failure, my boy

and your music proves it.

It's the best thing I've ever written in my life. I won't change a single note!

At the Conservatory there is a professor named Tchaikovsky.

I want to know everything about him.

Yes, mother; but nothing can be done until after Christmas. nothing can be done until after Christmas.

The whole family is waiting for you.

I have a headache. Find a way to get in touch with the composer. contact the composer.

And I would like a pianist, to come and play his music for me.

I have been in love with you.

From the moment I saw him.

You are the only man I love.

Please forgive me!

All the men I know...

All the men I know mean nothing to me.

I know you will never forgive this bold letter, but I am a free woman.

I have been engaged to a man a man, for five years.

And I have forsaken him because of... because of... because of... because of... because of...

because of my love for you.

What about my second violins and violas, Maestro?

They play in unison on the octave.

The violas an octave lower, of course.

Why don't you come to the party?

Everyone wants to see you and Rubinstein insists that you go.

You will want to apologize for this afternoon.

Rubinstein is a fucking madman.

Oh! Let's go.

Take your friend.

We are working.

Piotr, don't be so stubborn

That man lets you live for free in his house.

So I have to attend your parties? attend their parties?

Oops, I said something stupid again.

Of course not.

You are independent; and a genius and whatever else you want.

We all understand this.

And now the two of you change, you go to the party and you have fun.

Don't you understand yet, that I don't want to have anything to do with that madman.

None of you have the slightest idea of what happened this afternoon.

Now go away and let me continue my work.

You should have said so at the beginning.

And you, what...?

I'm... I'm copying music.

Very timely...

Get out of here!

Damn noise! It's impossible!

We could go back to the Conservatory to work, Piotr.

Very good.

Mom.

Mom.

Mom! Mom!

Don't let her die! Don't let her die!

Mom, please don't die!

Please, Mom, don't die!

Don't let her die!

Don't let her die!

Mom! Mom!

It was my mother's voice.

It was his favorite song.

Then, the bathroom.

That terrible and stupid remedy.

She was killed. It was not cholera.

Then... Then the concert. Rubinstein and all that stuff...

I can't work. I can't...

You know what father says. I have been married three times

and I have not been sick a single day.

I can't...

He's always asking why you don't get married.

I would if I could marry someone like you.

I must have someone. I must Have to have someone. Someone...

with whom to live.

Everything will be fine, you'll see!

You will find it.

It's yours, isn't it?

Out of the way!

Mr. Rubinstein, director of the Conservatory.

My dear Madame von Meck, it is an honor, a privilege...

If some more of our our noble families

devoted to music like you music like you.

The Conservatory would be the pride of the world.

Sit down.

Thank you.

You can stop playing. Return to when this gentleman is gone.

Ah, Madame, your invitation is a hope

for the future of music in our beloved Russia.

The needs of the Conservatory...

I believe you have a professor of composition teacher named Piotr Tchaikovsky.

Yes. He is a charming man and a dear friend.

Well, he needs help. But our funds, at the moment...

Yes. He is a great composer too. I try to encourage him as much as I can.

I think he is a genius.

Tell me a little about him.

Well, he's living in my house.

I have put at your disposal one of my own one of my own rooms.

But like all of us, musicians, he lacks money.

But keep fighting, as we all do.

Such a man should not have to should not have to fight.

I wish to provide you with some money on a regular basis,

so that he can devote himself only to composing.

I have asked you to come here,

because I must know if such an arrangement would be accepted by him.

Well, you may not be willing to give up teaching. to give up teaching.

You mean you would be unhappy to lose such a competent teacher. to lose such a competent teacher.

Madame, for you there are no secrets. secrets. Yes, I would be very sorry to lose you.

But, I will tell you about your offer

and I will tell him to come here so that answer him personally.

No. I never want to meet him.

You can write to me, if you think

that it is worth the trouble to do it personally.

You need not be surprised, Mr. Rubinstein.

I am a widow, my children will give good account of my fortune.

I hate society and I don't know anyone whose conversation doesn't bore me.

Only Tchaikovsky's music reminds me that life can be beautiful. reminds me that life can be beautiful

and have some meaning.

I want you to write more.

I came to find myself waiting for for financial assistance

and, instead, I find a real protector. true protector.

I'll be honest with you, I think some of your music is terrible. some of your music is terrible,

but you have works that are what you say.

May I play one of my favorites?

For that, sir; for that your Conservatory will receive funds.

But, mademoiselle...

Don't thank me, please, but please, but play your music.

The Fantasy of Romeo and Juliet, arranged by me.

My dear Madame Von Meck, I do not know how I can ever repay you for your generosity,

so many favors, and the best gift gifts: to be able to work again.

I will always be indebted to him for all of it.

My dear Tchaikovsky to provide you with the means to live and a place to work. means to live and a place to work

is to pay very cheaply for the pleasure that your music gives me.

Soon, the whole world will adore you. Let me be the first to prove it.

I want to toast to the woman who will change my life.

It is a wonderful, warm, tender creature, devoid of all artifice, tender, devoid of all artifice.

totally innocent. She sees a man just once but that once is enough

He writes her a love letter love with all his heart,

but he refuses her offer of love.

He refuses to accept his fate and it's all over.

I think it's a question of temperament. of temperament.

Not getting married has nothing to do with to do with destiny.

However, it is a wonderful theme for an opera. for an opera.

Olga Bredska, my sister Sasha Davidov.

Some tea, Alexei, please.

I have started exactly, in the middle of the poem.

When she writes Onegin her letter.

The fatal letter, which changes the lives of both of them.

Olga.

Ah! Sasha, what a pity that you can't sing and play the role of my lover.

It's you I think of when I write the music.

Do you see it? He sends me the music the moment he writes it.

And what a heart there is now in ... this is love, my children.

This is... true love.

I must be honest, Modeste. Your letter seems so... real.

I must answer it.

You can answer it, but not that you should.

Look Piotr, you have a house of your own.

All of this. Be careful it's too good

to throw it away for a woman.

I know she is completely in love with me. And she accepts me with full confidence.

It's wonderful, isn't it?

There are too many coincidences to ignore:

this letter, the statement seems to be from the opera Onegin.

Exactly and there it belongs to you.

He did not listen to her and ruined his life.

Eugene Onegin is a fictional character

and the girl of your dreams too.

You talk as if they were real.

He did not listen to her and ruined his life.

If I don't answer I know that you will regret it... always.

He could love me.

My God, let him see me!

Let alone let him see me. Please Please, please, please, please...

You were frank with me and I owe you a similar frankness.

My first kiss will be for you and no one else.

They all say the same thing.

And they all say this?

I can't live without you, so I may I may soon put an end to my life.

What a terrible thing to say! Come on Piotr.

Let me see you at least once once and kiss you

so that I can take that kiss that kiss to the other world.

- A violent creature. - Cunning, I would say.

You don't know anything about her. How can you say that?

If you love someone, you'll be willing to kill yourself, right?

I can't let you do that. to do that. I must see her.

Don't disturb Alexei, please please. You can go now.

Don't come in unless I call you call you. I will open the door.

Oh! Very elegant.

Yes... What I was expected. Everything is very good.

I am expecting a visit.

Yes, I know. News has been circulating of this magnificent coincidence

between art and life.

Working with that poor deaf-mute must have driven your brother to drink. have driven your brother to drink.

He talks too much, he is useless.

He has never had much money money, I like to see him happy.

Don't you understand that, depending on how, a single word could harm your career?

If that's a threat, explain it to whomever you want.

I guess you don't think...?

Soon you will be able to say whatever I'll be out of your reach.

Piotr, I came here to...

I want you to leave,

that you accept who you are.

That is all.

Don't be fooled.

Go away, I beg you.

Not all women are satisfied with satisfied with spiritual relationships.

Hey! Is nobody there?

Antonina Milukova...

A few weeks ago, I received a letter from a girl who honored me with her love for me

for some time.

It was written with such sincerity and warmth

that I was forced to do what in such cases

I have carefully avoided doing so:

answer.

I felt as if fate had dragged me to that girl. dragged me towards that girl.

I met her and asked her to be my wife.

Her name is Antonina Milukova.

She is attractive and her reputation is unblemished.

His mother is a widow, but, in order to be independent and free,

lives separated from her with the remains of a

inheritance bequeathed by his father.

She has a calm temperament and very kind-hearted and loves my music.

I am sure that it will contribute greatly to my peace and happiness.

I believe, and it grieves me to write it, that I am not I am not understood by those who

who think they are closer to me.

After the ceremony, we left for St. Petersburg

where we will spend our honeymoon.

I will write to you again when we return.

In the meantime I beg you, dear Nadia, to you, who really understands,

may your best wishes and blessings your blessing be with us.

He deserves nothing, after this.

He will come back to me!

I will double your allowance. You can go and let him know.

Now, let me!

Let me go!

It will destroy you... it will destroy you.

I'm sorry, Nina... I'm sorry...

Do not worry

Could I order something to drink? drink? Would you like it?

No, thank you.

I know it's difficult. Wait, wait a little bit.

In the meantime we can be like brothers, don't you think?

Yes.

For a while.

You like me, don't you? You mean means you don't have anything against me.

Something you've heard about me. I've told you everything.

Of course.

Please, Nina, be a little be a little patient with me.

I can wait, as long as you like me.

Well, what do you want to do?

Whatever you say.

No, I want it to be a pleasant memory for you. You don't have many, do you?

You are so good to me.

It would be enough for me sitting next to you all day long.

You are a good woman, Nina. Beautiful and good.

I'm glad to have found you.

I found you.

Well, what are we going to do on our first day?

Please choose.

What is the argument?

I thought you knew all my music my music by heart.

Excuse me, do you have a program?

No, they do not provide programs.

It is assumed that everyone knows the is supposed to know the storyline.

But what are they doing?

The man is the prince. The woman's name is Odil.

He believes she is the pure and beautiful swan woman he dreams of marrying.

But she is false and will destroy him.

In a few moments you will see what happens.

Thank you.

My husband wrote that music, you know?

- Who is she? - Oh! It's his true love.

And that, is his miserable uncle.

Do you know what she says?

He says, you and your ideal love will die.

Nina, may I introduce Count Anton Chelovsky.

Chelovsky, my wife.

She is charming.

I've heard it said before, of course.

Do you have to take care of him for us, madame?

I will.

Magnificent, it will do us all a service.

Well, we have to go.

Oh, maybe we are going in the same direction.

- Where are you going? - Over there.

Sorry, we are on our way on our way. Bye-bye. Bye-bye.

See you another time.

He's not a friend, he's just an acquaintance. We've met at one or two parties.

I love the holidays. We'll have to have one when we get back to Moscow.

It's all made of mirrors, they call it the camera obscura.

It's amazing! I know that woman, that one... I just saw her in the park.

It is in the park.

you mean that's the park we've been walking in?

Yes, the one out there.

Oh, wonderful!

I thought you might like it.

Come on, put your arm around me.

There are so many things you don't know about me, Nina.

Is that so?

Things from my past that you may find difficult to find difficult to understand.

- The past is dead, for both of us. - Yes, it is.

I can change, you'll see.

I will lead a normal life with you, Nina. We'll be like everyone else.

What do you want to do now?

- We can go window shopping. - Again?

Sorry, we'll look at shop windows.

It's no good, I don't I really don't feel like it.

Would you like to go to the theater?

- Would you like to? - If you want to...

There will be all the musicians from Petersburg and I would rather avoid them.

I would like to meet your friends.

All right, we'll go to the theater.

If you don't want to, no.

I want to go, I have changed my mind.

Actually, you don't want to go, do you?

I don't care.

With such humor we don't have to go anywhere. to go anywhere.

I can go to the theater in Moscow.

Nina, please, it's your honeymoon.

And yours too.

I know.

We will look for a place to sit down.

In St. Petersburg I get very tired.

If you want, we can return to Moscow tonight.

It would be wonderful. We could have a drink on the train

and then get plenty of sleep.

You stand still, or you leave.

I was trying to finish the opera.

I thought you had finished it.

Only the aria of the letter.

Was it about me and my letters?

Yes, if you want it that way.

It's about your cards.

Here, here it is. A kind of wedding present.

Oh, thank you. Would you put my name on it? Please?

- Now I would like to be alone. - Thank you.

I would like to be alone for a moment. Alone, just for a moment.

Whatever you say.

This is the best gift I have ever been given.

Today I have come to the conviction that I,

or at least, one of the best parts best parts of myself,

which is music, is dead forever.

My future life appears to me as a simple vegetative existence.

I told you I would write to you.

If I had believed you I would have been waiting all my life.

You don't have to come here without me inviting you.

You're ashamed of me, that's all. You won't invite your own mother to the wedding!

It's been a long time since I left you. No I won't let you stick to me again.

I was very happy when you left home.

But this is my home!

Piotr!

You must be Nina's mother. Nina's mother. Pleased to meet you.

Oh, Piotr! Oh, my dear! At last...

What a wonderful home you have given him! Son. She's a good girl. She really is.

You see, you will be proud of my daughter.

I'm afraid Mom won't be able to stay. She has to go back to the country.

But not tonight, right? You can stay for a while.

Come on, stay, stay as long as you want.

I was just telling Nina that I could stay until Christmas.

And if you need help with... you know... the little things

I love Moscow.

Well, we agree.

Go keep Nina company while I'm rehearsing.

We have no space!

I beg your pardon?

That we don't have a bedroom for her.

Of course you will. She will sleep with you in our room.

I'll sleep on the couch.

I had done it many times times when he was single.

Oh, men, you are all the same.

Although I must say that you have very good taste, my son.

Very good. The place where Nina lived looked like a pigsty.

Although she took the money out of...

good of the family.

Please, please Piotr, we have to talk about this.

No. I insist. We must give him a home.

As you say.

- Do you want something? - No, no thanks.

What are you thinking, right now?

Nothing, nothing at all.

Are you sure you don't want anything?

Yes, I am very sure.

Good evening.

Good evening.

Our marriage has become a nightmare. has become a nightmare.

An unbearable nightmare. The only thing left is to pretend.

But faking a life is torture.

I can't blame her for anything, for she loves me passionately.

But it repels me. Its very presence causes me pain.

When it touches me, I fear I'm afraid I'll go crazy.

However, this marriage I want it more than anything.

Poor boy, he is is martyring himself too much.

We must help him.

Vladimir, I think I'll get up today.

It had been a long time since I had felt this good.

How can I keep him? get him to stay with me?

I have had hundreds of men. I know how to treat them.

I must not be afraid. I must not be afraid.

I must not be afraid, I must not be afraid...

Yes, very juvenile for me.

Maybe one with feathers, a little more serious.

If those idiots at the station

they wouldn't have lost the trunk with all my things.

Piotr, let's all go to the opera.

The Count is taking us. True, he is very kind.

I'm sorry, I feel tired.

Oh, no! What a pity! I've never seen opera.

Well, I mean grand opera of course.

Don't you think you are unreasonable, Piotr?

You can't pretend that your wife and mother-in-law

stay at home every night.

I will not go.

I agree with the count, son. I think he is right.

That's very inconsiderate of you.

Spoil us for a night like this. We've been waiting for it.

Do not interfere.

Mother, we are not going.

But, you said yourself.

Don't argue anymore.

Madam, you and I will enjoy a splendid evening alone.

Very well, Count.

I hope that tomorrow you will be to be the same as always, Piotr.

Thank you.

Count Chelovsky brought me brought me a wedding present.

My dear Nina, for our marriage.

Our sad and pathetic marriage.

I must ask you to forgive me Nina.

I should never have become your husband.

I can't expect you to to treat me like a brother.

You wanted a husband

I wanted marriage, not a wife

You'll think I'm crazy

But that's what I wanted, marriage without a wife, crazy.

Crazy and ridiculous.

You are not crazy, Piotr, I understand.

I never thought you could call me immediately

and maybe you never will, but I can wait.

I cannot change.

I think you know why.

You can't condemn your whole life because of the past. your life because of the past.

People are not governed by what happened to them in the past.

I do!

I won't let you be. No!

All those things you told me;

that you wanted to lead a normal life,

a good life... to be like to be like everyone else.

You felt it, you haven't changed.

What I told you was a dream, nothing more!

Everyone said it from the beginning, Modeste, Sasha, everyone! the beginning, Modeste, Sasha, everyone!

Everyone wants to spoil that dream.

Rubinstein was here this morning.

Trying to bribe me.

He said that... he said that you no longer and that I was to blame.

You're right, I haven't composed anything since our marriage.

All I do is to correct work that I have already done.

I do autopsies on my own corpses.

There is nothing left alive in me!

How cruel!

How can you say that?

Am I not alive?

Everyone thinks they can do whatever they want with me.

Even you!

I've left you alone, haven't I?

I haven't bothered you, have I?

But to say that nothing lives in you, talk about our marriage

as if it did not exist; no one can do it, nobody! Nobody! Nobody!

They can't, they can't...

I'd rather be dead! I'd rather be dead!

- You will always be here. - Of course I will, always.

Always, always...!

Always, always...!

The doctor has ordered you complete rest.

Alone, far from his wife, for six months.

Nine, maybe, a year, whatever it takes. year, whatever it takes.

He almost went crazy.

Thanks to the fact that he has friends, he has not sent him to a sanatorium.

I already said that she wouldn't do him any good.

If I had accepted the money and and walked away, this would have been avoided.

But, there are some things that, even a man of his talent,

you should find out for yourself.

Yes, of course.

I know... I know you think that I'm stupid.

But I am the only one among all of you. Who really understands music

of that man.

It will last much longer than your Conservatory and my estates.

His music talks about things that very few people very few people have ever talked about.

If he stumbles through life like a blind man, we must help him.

Tell him that there is a place in Brailov where I have two houses.

You can have the smallest as long as you want.

Tell him... to do me the honor honor of being my guest.

This is the small house.

Piotr, it's for you.

Read it, will you?

How happy I am! I'm so glad you're here!

To feel its presence near me. To know the room he occupies.

Admire the same landscape.

Feeling the same temperature as you is a joy that cannot be a joy that cannot be expressed.

I had no idea he wrote to you like that.

Yes, yes. We tell each other everything to each other.

Perfect. Perfect.

I'm... I'm... I'm... excuse me.

Alexei, everything is...

What manners!

What will happen to that boy?

You know it as well as I do.

He is ashamed of me.

Nina, Nina dear. This gentleman, his name is...

Dimitri Shubelov.

Yes, of course, he is very interested in music.

I told him you were the wife of the famous composer Pyotr Ilych Tchaikovsky.

My husband is not at home at the moment.

Please, will you sit down?

- Oh, yes, sit down - Will your husband be gone long?

No. My husband will not be away for long.

He... he just left Rubinstein. He comes here quite often.

Well, that's quite a conquest.

It seems incredible in a man like him, doesn't it? man like him, doesn't it?

I think he is secretly in love with me.

Of course he will never confess it. Oh, no, she has too much respect for my husband.

He wrote some songs for me.

They were here... they were here.

No, no. I think they were in your room, dear Nina.

Show them to the gentleman. I'll make you some tea.

It will be very pleasant.

It is well...

I understand.

He could not say his real name.

I knew it would come.

My letters...

are irresistible.

My husband wrote an opera about me.

My letters inspired her!

I am very famous.

Almost as famous as you are: Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov.

This will make you jealous.

This will bring you back.

In his music I can hear myself: my mood, my feelings, my my mood, my feelings,

my thoughts, my pain...

We are separated only by distance,

otherwise we could be a single person.

I respect your desire of solitude, of seclusion.

However, I would like to share more with you.

Feel him closer.

Come to my house while I'm gone

and envelop me with the spirit of your presence.

The love that is in your music, is also in my veins.

It has become a part of my flesh and blood.

Part of my being.

His music is mysterious, inexplicable, wonderful, intoxicating...

I would have been sorry to die without having known him.

I love him.

You are always in my thoughts. Especially on your birthday.

The children want to offer a party in their honor.

Come on, you'll give us all a treat.

Happy birthday, Piotr.

Anton, you look good.

It is a nice place to work.

I have been very happy here.

And you have become famous.

But, I guess, inaccessible, right?

I don't think I understand you correctly.

You must know why I am here.

No.

I believe that our friendship is as important to you important to you as it is to me.

It should not end.

It ended when I got married.

But, marriage is a sham.

I am a married man.

A respectable married man in the eyes of the world.

Piotr!

You will like it. It's extraordinary. Come to us.

Nina dear, I bring you Alexander Borodin.

Borodin, the composer.

You are a great composer: Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky.

Forgive me, I find it I find it a bit embarrassing.

Let's go. Just a moment Piotr!

You'd better stay.

Piotr, is that you?

No dear, it is not Piotr.

I had a child named Piotr.

At birth he died.

Nina dear, madame Davidod has come to see you.

Nina...

You...

You tried to ruin everything.

Do you know who I am?

Yes, I know. Piotr's wife.

Yes, Pyotr's wife, Madame Tchaikovsky.

Madame Tchaikovsky Madame Tchaikovsky!

You see. I told you so. It's horrible. He needs special care.

And this requires money.

If Piotr could increase his allowance?

Madame Tchaikovsky... Madame Tchaikovsky...

You can't leave her like that, Piotr.

It is too cruel.

I hope you didn't... you didn't... you didn't bring me brought me here to tell me about Nina.

I did everything I could for her, Sasha.

I still do.

But I can't go back and live with her.

There is no point in pretending that I can. This is the truth.

But my truth... my truth doesn't matter to you anymore.

He is much better off without me.

You all are.

Madame Von Meck understands.

Why did you do this?

What is happening?

He has left, he has put the house up for sale

and has withdrawn the assignment.

He says he doesn't want to be to be near him again.

Please do not write.

Piotr!

I must see her.

It won't do any good.

You won't find it!

Piotr, for God's sake, be calm.

Why?

Calm down.

Why did he leave like that?

She loved me.

Piotr, it's over. Let's go home.

But the things he said...his letters.

- They were true, Piotr. - Too good to be true.

Forget it Piotr, you don't need it now.

She wanted you to be only for her.

I loved her, Modeste.

If it's love you want, the public will give it to you.

Ah, if only you would direct.

I hate to lead.

You would make a fortune.

I would help you.

We don't need anyone.

What about Koyala?

I... I can't help you anymore.

But I can help you.

Now you could be famous, Piotr. You really could.

It's like a bonfire: everything is ready, ready to go.

It just needs a final touch to burn!

So, Sasha left me nothing.

Not even a photograph.

I think in the end, he ended up hating both of us.

What does it matter? You never went to see her.

She wanted you to go.

He wanted to show the famous man famous man to his bored neighbors.

Disappointment, that's all.

Modeste, your ignorance is the only only thing that makes you tolerable.

I am so tired that I can hardly I can hardly react to their loss.

Of all the living only she existed for me.

And Nina, don't forget Nina.

Now he's really famous, Nina. His music is played everywhere.

Worldwide.

And he directs too. Just think about it.

He has never loved another woman hasn't he, mother? No other.

On the other hand, I... I have many lovers. Yes, lots of lovers! Lots of them!

Yes, many lovers.

Nina, please don't.

My God!

Girl...

Call it the 6th symphony.

I would like to give you a title, Modeste.

6th symphony, opus 74, is very cold.

I have put my life into it.

Tragic

The "Tragic" symphony.

No, it is too pompous.

Nonsense, of course it's tragic, look at me!

Think of her.

In whom?

Her mother says she is well taken care of. She knows I send her enough money.

It's not money she needs.

Where is the water?

Would you bring me some water, please?

We advise customers not to drink water because of the cholera epidemic. water because of the cholera epidemic.

Of course, I can make you boil water if you wish.

May I serve the next course?

No, nothing else. Just bring me a glass of tap water.

But the address...

Bring it on!

As you say, sir.

Don't listen to him.

Genius, genius... You haven't drunk water in years.

Cholera.

Do you remember when our mother died of it?

They put it in boiling water for what they called the "final cure",

and killed her.

I remember the fuss, of course.

But... but I don't I don't remember her being sick once

They were too scared to think about me.

And I have continued to watch my whole life.

She is the only woman I remember with love.

I will give you a title for your symphony.

"La Patética"

It reflects you completely.

It is doing much better than "Tragic".

Symphony No. 6, in B-flat minor

"La Patética"

Good. Good, Modeste.

For my requiem: "La Patética".

It will outlast my lifetime.

Piotr!

My husband is a famous man.

I am Madame Tchaikovsky from Moscow.

My husband really loved me.

Let's go, let's go! Let's move.

He hated me

Let's go, let's go! Hurry up.

He hated me, he hated me, he hated me!

He hated me!

It could be natural causes, couldn't it, doctor? natural causes, couldn't it, doctor?

He wanted to commit suicide by drinking contaminated water.

You know it.

You won't mention it on the certificate, will you?

If I did it would baffle people.

There is one possibility: try boiling water treatment. boiling water treatment.

It's a wild method, but I think there is no other way.

- Please try... - ...but she...

Okay, I'll prepare it. I will prepare it.

I wanted to love her.

I took care of her!

Hurry up, doctor.

But no one helped me with it. No one.

I could have loved her, I tried.

I wanted to do it.

No one cared about her.

No one.

At least, he had that.

At least that...