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Come on!

Come on, you savages, come on.

Come on, you savages!

Come on!

Defeat me!

Take me down!

Come on! Come on!

Woo!

WOO!!

Hey!

Ivan Andreitch?

Hmm?

Papers for your signature.

Leave them there.

And this one

came for you yesterday.

Uh, cards this afternoon, sir?

No, no, no, no, no. I don't think so.

Too much to do.

Perhaps after supper.

Yes, sir.

So I'll see you tonight.

Perhaps, I mean.

Machines can't fancy the soul,

machines can't paint.

Doctor, that's just sentiment.

Machines can't paint--

--man. Well, but that's what I mean.

Progress is progress.

Samoylenko!

Samoylenko!

Friend!

Ah, here he is,

the town prince.

I need your help, my friend.

Answer me one question.

Mm-hmm?

Suppose you loved a woman...

...and you've lived with her for two or three years

and then stop caring for her,

as one does.

How do you behave, in that case?

Well, it's very simple. I would just say,

"Get out, dear," and let it be that.

But what if she had nowhere to go,

no friends, no relatives?

She can't work.

Woman without a penny.

Well...

One must look at the thing humanely.

Of course,

about eight years ago, you know, the--

I won't make a secret of it.

Things are in a bad way with Nadezhda Fyodorovna.

Very bad way.

I've realised I've never felt any love for her.

I fell in love with a married woman.

To begin with, we had kisses, we had calm evenings,

plans, ideals.

We'd start over again here in the Caucasus.

I put on a government uniform and enter the service.

Then at our leisure, we pick a plot of land,

and we toil in the sweat of our brow,

and we have a vineyard, and a field.

By God, what a deception.

Or perhaps you or that zoologist friend of yours would have 3,000 acres in my position,

but I felt like I'm bankrupt first day here.

Here is insufferable heat, no societies,

poisonous spiders lurking under every stone.

Fate has sent you a young, beautiful, cultured woman,

and yet you refuse the gift.

If God sent me even a crippled old woman,

how pleased I'd be, if only she were kind and affectionate.

Tell me, please, what is the meaning of "softening of the brain?"

It's a disease in which the brain becomes... softer.

Tell me, does she love you?

Agh!

I must run away.

What? Run... run where?

To the north! To the pines and mushrooms!

To people, and ideas!

There's another matter, only between ourselves.

I got a letter telling me her husband has died,

from softening of the brain.

Oh, the kingdom of Heaven be his.

Why are you keeping it from her?

Because to show it to her would be like saying, "Come to the church with me."

First, we must define our relations.

Once she understand that we can't go on living together,

then I'll show her the letter.

Marry her, my dear boy. Her husband is dead. Providence itself shows you what to do.

How delightful to see you, Miss Nadya.

I mean, Nadezhda Fyodorovna.

Good day, sir.

You have a bewitching parasol in your window.

The lace is French,

t'es pas?

Ah, mais oui, Mademoiselle.

This design is enchanting.

May I?

Good day, Miss Fyodorovna.

I was just admiring your merchandise.

It's the male peacock who gives us his feathers, is it not?

Oh, you have a fine eye, Miss Fyodorovna.

I'm sorry to say, but we will...

not be able to execute new designs

until your account has been settled.

I'm sure we'll find a way to settle the account.

Olga.

Oh, the heat has been insufferable.

Yes, my mind!

My mind cannot order itself.

I fear it will be too warm for our picnic on Monday.

I'm going to wear my new muslin.

I've invited some others.

The more, the merrier, as it is said.

Comme on dit!

Oh, the police captain has agreed to come.

Okay, ready?

What then shall we do?

What then shall we do?

Oh!

Eww!

Kolya--

Cards this afternoon?

No, I have work to do.

It's Saturday.

The data still presents itself on a Saturday, Ivan Andreitch.

Good day, Miss Fyodorovna.

I have missed you on the promenade.

Yes, I've not been quite well.

I look forward to seeing you

at Marya Konstantinovna's picnic.

What a pleasure it will be to view you in the fine mountain air.

Ah, forgive me, sir.

I'm late.

Hm.

That's not vinegar, you dolt, that's salad oil!

Olga!

Agh!

Olga!

I talked to Vanya Laevsky earlier today.

He's having a hard time of it, poor fellow.

Well.

This is someone for whom I have...

little sympathy.

I mean, he's as dangerous to society as the cholera microbe.

Why do you hate your neighbour so much?

I don't hate him, I just...

I know him too well.

You know, we became friends upon arriving here, and...

yet every day, he would come 'round

and gossip about his mistress.

I can't allow a splendid fellow to be spoken ill of in my presence.

A splendid fellow?

You see?

He lounges about in slippers all day,

makes out he's doing the government a great service, by

living here in the Caucasus.

No, no, I think...

you must see. He is insincere, from beginning to end.

Let us catalogue

Laevsky's accomplishments.

Now, firstly, he has taught the inhabitants of this town

to play cards.

Secondly, he has taught them to drink beer.

Thirdly, in the past,

people made love to other men's wives

in secret.

Fourthly--

Fyodor!

--he never works.

And woman.

That woman plays a fatal, overwhelming part in his life.

She is... she's everything,

and at the same time, she's just a mistress.

Why is she always making pastry?

She's experimenting, darling.

Then why do we have the same thing every day?

Why can't we have cabbage soup?

Ah.

There are no cabbages.

Funny, Samoylenko has cabbage soup.

Marya Konstantinovna has cabbage soup.

I can't go on like this, darling.

If you're too ill, or...

busy with reading, let me look after the cooking.

The doctor said I should have jelly and milk.

Well, you ought to look after yourself,

I'm awfully anxious about you.

This soup tastes like licorice.

With pepper, Deacon, with pepper.

Fyodor.

No, if we-- if we-- if we cannot...

destroy Laevsky, let us at least isolate him,

render him harmless.

Send him into hard labour.

Oh, what are you saying? Are you mad?

Hm.

When the Laevskys multiply,

mankind will degenerate, utterly.

Civilisation will perish.

Mark my words.

You are a very learned man,

but damnation take your humanity.

Your education has ruined you.

The Germans have ruined you--

Yes, the Germans!

Hey, enough, enough.

Enough of our...

Moscow hammered.

The Petersburg crop has arrived.

Had you arranged an introduction for me?

I don't know her, you fool.

I'll have to devise some sort of cure for her.

Her husband will be hard at work in some useless provincial council.

He won't have set eyes on this fresh luff in months.

She's bored beyond words.

Katya!

Katya!

Hmm?

What?

What?

Katya, shh!

The moral law...

The moral law, which is innate in every man,

did God create it, along with the body?

Or did the philosophers invent it?

No, the moral law is not invented.

No, it-- it... I think it has always existed,

and will always exist.

But mankind, natural man,

often opposes the voices of conscience and reason.

Ilyana!

Ilyana!

Good day, sir.

Good day.

Good day.

Yes?

I have something to ask you.

What is it?

Have you read Oblonsky's pamphlet on forest destruction in the Balkans?

Have you?

Close the door behind you.

Is that a new frock?

Surely you're aware we haven't the funds.

Take it off.

I said,

take it off.

Those succulent fish will be in the basket already, I'm sure of it. Mmm.

Ugh, you animal!

Yes.

No.

I think you should come with me to Vladivostok.

Well, I'm going to...

I'm gonna study,

and chart the coastline all the way up to the Bering Straits.

I could use you.

Enchanting.

Finally!

Hello, my good man!

Good to see you!

Ivan Andreitch!

Describe this view!

Why? The impression is better than any description.

To be in continual ecstasy over nature

shows poverty of imagination.

And what of Romeo and Juliet?

Pushkin's night in the Ukraine?

Perhaps.

Though, what is Romeo and Juliet, after all?

Romeo is just the same sort of animal as all the rest of us.

Why must you drag everything down to...

Down to what?

Hmm?

Well, one says to you,

I don't know, um... how beautiful a bunch of grapes is,

and you say, yes, but how ugly it is when it is chewed and digested in the stomach.

Why say this?

In a minute, mother!

Wait!

Yes, well...

More of that in there.

Vanya, look!

Do you think this land is arable?

But Vanya!

I've read the Indians in Peru terrace their land.

They've grown maize for centuries this way.

For centuries!

Why can't we?

Perhaps not a vineyard, but, um...

Corn!

Nadya, darling,

Nadezhda,

there's something I must tell you.

Not here, but it's terribly important.

Oh, what is it, darling? Hmm?

Oh, you've got something--

Oh!

Hurry up, I'm nearly there!

I'm not playing!

I can't run anymore!

So fresh!

Let me tell you about these onions.

Mmm...

I had twenty men working underneath me...

Glorious.

To think, the good Lord has provided us with such bounty,

just days after making us in His image.

Or did he?

Some would debate that.

How's that?

You know, the book.

Which?

Well, it puts forward a very

different idea of where we come from.

Well, if not God's,

then whose image are we made in?

Hmm?

Um...

Apes.

Katya!

So it seems that our love has withered before it has blossomed,

so to speak.

How do you wish me to understand it?

Is it...

coquetry, on your part?

It was a mistake,

leave me alone.

What a fine evening!

I will return when you are in... better humour.

But I assure you,

I'm a gentleman,

and don't allow anyone to doubt it.

Adieu.

Picnic is a...

great success.

Yes.

Tell them in your shop that Ivan Andreitch will be around

in a day or two to pay the...

₽300 or...

I don't remember exactly what it is.

Well, I...

have, uh--

₽300 for you.

Now you can settle the account.

Ahh, splendid picnic!

But I should prefer a fine winter to all of this.

"His beaver collar is silver with frosty dust."

Everyone to his taste.

Hmm.

I am passionately fond of nature,

I do regret that I'm not a zoologist.

I envy you.

Well, I don't envy you.

I don't understand

how anyone can be interested in ladybirds and beetles,

while people are suffering--

What is not the ladybird but the...

deductions made from them?

Huh?

Chase me!

Hmm?

Nadya:

Nadya:

Come on!

Oh!

One oughtn't to give ladies wine.

I'm going to catch you!

Come on, help me chase her!

You are behaving

like a cocotte!

Read this, it concerns you.

Ivan Andreitch!

Vanya!

Why didn't you tell me he was dead?!

Alexander Daviditch! You asleep?

Alexander Daviditch!

Who is that? Who's there?

It's me, Alexander Daviditch, excuse me--

Save me, Alexander Daviditch, I implore you.

Oh, my--

Well, hold on a minute and I'll open the door.

Excuse me,

but I can't stay at home.

If it goes on like this, I shall strangle myself like a dog.

Oh, my God, my God.

I was-- I was falling asleep, and then I

heard the whistle--

You are my best friend, my only friend.

I must get away from here. Lend me the money.

Oh, now, wait a minute, wait a minute--

₽300 would do it.

Oh, God, I-- I'd have to borrow it.

So, I-- I--

Yes! Borrow it!

Borrow it!

Thank you. Thank you.

I'll tell you what, Sasha, let's...

Let's have some wine!

What? Oh, I'm-- I'm--

No, wait, I'm-- I'm--

But, uh,

what about Nadezhda Fyodorovna?

I'll send her the money afterwards.

Then we'll sort things out.

Your health!

Hm.

You really are a splendid, wonderful man.

Yes, well...

You ought to make it up with Van Koren, you know.

You are both splendid,

clever fellows, yet you...

glare at each other like wolves.

Yes, yes, he's a-- he's a--

He's a very intelligent fellow,

and I'm a... worthless, foolish,

depraved man.

But I'm beginning to see my faults quite clearly.

I swear to you, I shall be a different man.

Vanya, I really must go to bed.

Yes, of course, excuse me.

I'll go directly.

Thank you, Sasha.

Mm.

Alexander Daviditch?

Yes?

May I stay the night?

Please wait.

Marya Konstantinovna is here.

My dear!

I am deeply moved.

Our dear and kindhearted doctor told me that your husband was dead!

Tell me, my dear,

tell me.

Is this true?

Yes, he is dead.

It's awful.

Just awful, my dear.

But...

Now you are free!

Henceforth, God and man can bless your union with Ivan Andreitch!

Oh, I can't describe my relief.

It's... enchanting!

My dear,

I will give you away.

Now, when? When do you think of being married?

I haven't thought of it.

But that's impossible!

Upon my word, I haven't.

Well, why should we be married?

We'll go on living as we have lived.

What are you saying? For God's sake, what are you saying?

No, you must settle down.

Settle down?

How do you mean?

I have not lived yet,

and you tell me to settle down.

Goodbye, my dear.

Forgive me for having troubled you.

It is my duty to tell you that from this day forth,

all is over between us,

and the door of my house must be closed to you.

My dear child!

I will tell you some harsh truths,

without sparing you.

You remember, of all the ladies here,

I was the only one to receive you.

You horrified me from the very first day,

but I had not the heart to treat you

with disdain, like all the rest.

But--

You are a terrible sinner.

You broke the vow you made to your husband at the altar!

You seduced a fine young man!

I have been afraid that lightning from Heaven would strike our house

while you were sitting with us!

But--

No, don't speak. Don't speak!

And your home...

Is awful. Simply awful!

You have supper at all hours.

The flies!

And Ivan Andreitch with no one to tie his cravat?

I wake up every morning before it is light,

and wash my face-- with cold water!

That my Nicodem Alexandrovitch may not see me looking drowsy!

That's just nonsense.

God marks great sinners,

and you have been marked out.

Only think of it!

And your costumes have always been appalling.

If only I were happy,

but I'm so unhappy.

Oh, yes.

Yes, you are unhappy.

And there is...

terrible grief in store for you in the future.

A solitary old age.

Ill health.

And then the dreaded judgement seat.

Oh, be married.

Just make haste and be married.

I will go away.

Ivan Andreitch may stay, but I am going.

Going where?

To Moscow.

Well, how could you possibly live there?

I will do translation,

or I will open a library.

My dear.

Calm yourself, hmm?

You must have money for a library.

Think things over.

And on Thursday, come and see me.

It is Dmitri's name-day,

and you will be bright and happy.

And perhaps I will have a word with our Ivan Andreitch, hmm?

No.

Run away...

Hmm... run to Moscow...

Hm--

Away...

Mama!

No.

Run...

Away...

Did I just say something?

No.

You ought to take some quinine.

We shall have to send for the doctor in the morning.

Night.

Uh, I was out of humour at the picnic,

and said something rude to you?

Forgive me, for God's sake.

Yeah, yeah.

Open up. There, that's it, that's it, yeah.

Ah, there, there.

You'll be fine. Yeah.

Good girl. Yeah.

Well?

Well?

Don't worry yourself, it's the usual fever.

I don't mean that,

have you got the money?

Oh! No, no, no, forgive me.

No, nobody's anything to spare.

Have patience.

How can a doctor be without money?

Lord have mercy on this,

I'm owed 7,000, I'm in debt all around.

Well for God's sake, get it by Friday!

I'll try, I'll try.

The steamboat leaves on Saturday!

If I don't get away by Saturday, then nothing's of any use!

Nothing!

Quinine...

Tincture... of... rhubarb...

Saturday?

A hundred Roubles--

I need a hundred Roubles, yes.

Yes, 'cause...

my patients, they--

They don't pay me.

Your little beast only destroys the weak.

The unskillful, the careless.

Only those with... with defects

that nature does not think fit to hand on to posterity.

See, what-- what you must understand is that

only...

the more-- the more perfectly developed

survive.

Yes, yes, I see.

Lend me ₽100.

Do you know the mole?

The-- the mole...

has an extraordinarily powerfully furnished mouth.

One of the reasons for this is that...

when two moles meet underground,

they fight.

You know, they-- As though by agreement, they--

They dig out a platform, and they--

They enter upon a ferocious struggle for survival.

They fight, until the...

the weaker one falls.

₽100,

on one condition:

that you're not borrowing it for Laevsky.

No man has a right to dictate to me how to dispose of my own money.

Doctor.

To-- to shower money on Ivan Andreitch, it's as...

it's as senseless as to water weeds, hmm?

I mean, tell me honestly,

what does he want it for?

Well, he...

wants to go to Petersburg on Saturday.

Is she going with him?

Eh, well, he'll... he'll arrange his affairs in Petersburg,

send her the money, and then she'll go.

Can you not see the simplest thing?

He wants to abandon her here.

No, no, no, no, no.

That is all supposition.

He's so unhappy.

You can have the money.

You make him promise, on his honor

that within one week, he will send for her.

His honor?

His honor.

You are familiar with the word.

Oh, take it, for God's sake.

You are an old woman.

You make it a condition

that he takes his lady with him.

If you do not, I give you my word,

I will-- I will go down to his office,

and I will beat him,

and I will break off all acquaintance with you.

And my word of honor

is worth much.

Is he a good man?

Of course!

If he was not a good man, do you think he would have been consecrated bishop?

There are good men amongst the bishops.

Their only fault is that some of them have the weakness

to imagine themselves statesmen.

A layman cannot judge a bishop.

Why not?

A bishop is a man, the same as you or I.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Good afternoon.

I must've wet my matches.

Ha!

A sailor told me there would be a Scirocco coming tomorrow.

A Scirocco or a Levanter?

A wind, Superintendent, simply a wind.

Mark, it could be a Bora,

or an Averre with a shorter duration.

And your meaning is?

Agh!

Nadezhda Fyodorovna, I'd like to see you in my study,

if I may.

Vanya!

Vanya!

Vanya!

Missus?

Fix your hair.

Ma'am?

What do you want?

Sir.

What is it?

I-- I, uh--

Why haven't you watered this plant?

Ma'am, I-- I--

It's dying of thirst! Don't you have eyes in your head?

Ma'am, it was you, don't you recall?

You said you wanted to tend it yourself.

Where is my hat?

If no one does their job, how will anything get done?

Katya! Dmitri!

Please don't run in the house!

Alright.

Can you teach me twenty-one?

In a minute, young sir,

I must attend to some business first.

Have you got what you promised?

No, I've only got 200.

I'll get the rest today or tomorrow.

I swear to you by God, by my happiness,

by anything you like,

I'll send you the money as soon as I arrive,

and I'll send you my own debt too.

Look here, Vanya,

why won't you take Nadezhda Fyodorovna with you?

Impossible. One of us must stay or the creditors would raise an outcry.

Oh, I see.

Well, why won't you send her on first?

My goodness, she's a woman!

What would she do there alone?

Hmm.

I don't agree with you.

Either you go with her, or send her first. Otherwise, I won't give you the money.

Those are my final words.

I'm considering releasing my Olga from service.

She's unspeakably insolent with me.

Mm-hmm.

Les chocolat pres, mes amies!

Ivan Andreitch,

I would like a word with you, if I may.

Certainly, madam. You look as though you have a warrant for my arrest.

Yes, well, it is a serious matter, yes.

What I wish to say,

is that God gives us the greatest gift

when He gives us children.

Well, your Katya is fast becoming the loveliest lady in town.

Aside from my children, Ivan Andreitch.

I speak of a time in a woman's life, when she is...

When she is most open to the gift God has to give.

Well, you and your husband have surpassed yourself in protecting her purity.

Mother, I'm old enough for the cards, now tell him!

No--

Madam, I understand your meaning!

Ecclesiastes said it well:

"There is a season for all things."

Come, my boy. You're ready for our Pharaoh now.

Ivan Andreitch.

We will speak again.

Laika!

Why do these not have saucers?

Mademoiselle, thank you.

Many thanks.

Madam.

I beg of you.

Tonight.

The moon is full--

Um, can any of you gentlemen tell whether this is a Venus hair or a lady fern?

Nikol!

We're dying of thirst over here!

Nadezhda Fyodorovna,

would 8 o'clock do?

Yes, yes!

Why haven't you paid a visit?

We have new parasols from the Alsace.

Oh!

I'd be delighted.

Laevsky and I are now prepared to settle the account.

We're going to go away, you know, Vanya and I, together.

It's too hot!

Venice.

Lovely this time of year. Very Renoir.

Ha!

I have twenty-one!

Ruff, ruff--

No.

There, there, there, now, now, now. Come on, come on, come on.

Is he all right?

It's nothing, it's nothing. It does happen.

Don't worry, it's nothing.

Here I am.

My darling!

Fancy such a thing happening?

I was sitting there, and all of a sudden...

Do you know, I felt this terrible, piercing pain in my side.

Unendurable pain,

and it led to this silly performance.

This is the age of nerves.

There's no hope for it.

Oh, evening, Captain.

Will you join us? It's young Dmitri's name-day.

It would be my great pleasure.

Young man, my best wishes to you.

Thank you!

I don't allow people to play with me.

Now, look. Can you see the... the phosphorescence on the water?

Now, this is due to...

Katya, come!

I want to go to Madagascar.

What?!

Excuse me.

Katya, come.

: My dear child, how can you possibly go to Madagascar?

It's time I went to cards.

They'll be waiting for me.

We'll say our goodbyes!

Here I'll take my leave, darling.

Captain, few hands?

Not tonight.

Much to investigate.

Uh... be good enough to see Nadezhda Fyodorovna home, will you?

But, Vanya--

Night!

Allow me to have an explanation with you.

I'm not a boy.

Some... Atchkasov,

Latchkasov,

Zatchkasov.

I demand serious attention.

Vanya! Come on in!

You have gone too far in your game with me.

And now you're playing with that wretched Atchmianov boy.

But I...

I am a gentleman,

and demand on being treated like a gentleman.

I'm miserable.

I'm miserable too.

But what of that?

I repeat, Madam,

that if you do not see me this evening,

I will make a scandal.

Oh, let me off this evening--

In fact,

I insist on two interviews.

Today...

and tomorrow.

Let me go!

Today,

and tomorrow.

After tomorrow, you're perfectly free,

and can go wherever you want,

with anyone you choose.

You know, you're-- you're right.

I'm a horrible woman. I'm to blame.

But let me go.

I beseech you.

Where?

Come.

Nadezhda Fyodorovna?

Nadezhda Fyodorovna?

Who's there?

Is Nadezhda Fyodorovna at home?

She's not come in yet.

Morning.

Ah, good day.

Mm-hmm.

Is Alexander Daviditch at home?

Yes, he's in the kitchen.

How do you feel after yesterday?

Very well indeed.

I mean, it was nothing very much.

Until yesterday, I thought

only ladies had hysterics.

Yes, it was a ridiculous performance.

In our neurotic age, we are the slaves of our nerves. They do as they like with us.

Civilisation has done us a bad turn in that way.

Must admit, though, that there were immediate causes for the attack.

My health has been terribly shaky of late.

To which, of course, one must add

boredom in the absence of people to talk to and any general interests.

My position is worse than an orderly's.

Yes.

Your position is a hopeless one.

Though... I doubt if the air in Petersburg will improve it.

Beg your pardon?

Hmm?

How do you know anything of my position?

You were only just speaking of it yourself.

And besides, your friends take such a warm interest in you.

You know, I'm...

I'm hearing about you all day long.

What friends?

Samoylenko, I suppose?

Oh, him too.

Well, I would ask Alexander Daviditch and my friends in general

not to trouble so much about me.

Oh, good morning, my dear boy.

Have you eaten?

Don't stand on ceremony, have you had dinner?

Alexander Daviditch,

though I did appeal to you to help me in a private matter,

it did not follow that I released you from the obligation

of respect for other people's privacy.

I'm sorry, what's this?

If you have no money, don't give it.

Refuse it.

But no one has given you the right to gossip about my private affairs.

What private affairs?

I beg you not to trouble yourself about me.

Whose business is it what I do and how I live?

Yes, I want to go away.

I'm in debt, yes. I drink.

I'm living with another man's wife.

I'm hysterical, I'm ordinary, I'm not so profound as some people,

but whose business is that?!

Excuse me, I--

Respect other people's individuality!

This continual gossip about other people's private affairs, this...

sighing and groaning and everlasting prying. This eavesdropping,

this friendly sympathy.

Damn it all, I want nothing!

I'm not a schoolboy!

I'm not insane!

And I beg you to stop looking after me.

I beg you volunteer detectives to give up your spying.

Enough.

What's this? What--

ENOUGH!

I am a Russian doctor,

a nobleman by birth, and a government official.

I have never been a spy,

and I allow no one to insult me. Hold your tongue! Kindly take back your words!

I ask for nothing!

Leave me alone, or I shall take steps to make you!

I shall fight you!

So, we understand.

Yes, Ivan Andreitch wants to amuse himself

with a duel before he goes away.

Well, I can give him that pleasure.

I accept your challenge.

What challenge?

A challenge?

By all means, if that's what you want, I shall arrange for my seconds immediately.

Very good, tomorrow morning. I'll leave the details to you, now get out.

I hate you.

I have hated you for a long while.

A duel.

Yes.

Now, please,

get rid of him, Alexander Daviditch.

I'm afraid he's gonna bite me.

No, no, no, no, no.

Come on, come on, come on!

You-- you-- you've lost your--

Don't! Don't, boy-- my dear boy.

Come along, come, come.

No, you-- you've lost your-- You-- your senses--

No more!

Oh, please!

"Upon my mind, weighed down with woe,

Crowd thoughts, a heavy multitude:

In silence memory unfolds Her long, long scroll

before my eyes.

Loathing and shuddering I curse

"And bitterly lament in vain,"

Vanya!

Vanya!

Come with me tomorrow.

No, no, no, no--

Come!

No, my vows don't allow it, or else I should come.

Um, I believe everything is arranged.

Corporal Russki and Boyko will be your seconds.

I hope you are coming tomorrow.

Oh, no, God preserve me. I'm worried enough as it is.

What, am I on my own?

Oh, no, I've-- I've-- I've arranged for Doctor Ustimovitch

to-- to-- to-- to-- to replace me.

Tell me, please, why did he attack me?

I mean, I go into the parlour, and without the least provocation, "spy."

That's a nice thing.

I mean, how did it begin? What did you say to him?

I told him his position is hopeless, and I am right.

Yeah? To desire to be at the same time an honest man and a scoundrel,

this is a hopeless position.

Oh, I shan't sleep tonight.

Oh, don't agitate yourself.

No doubt, it'll come to nothing.

How can you be so sure?

Oh,

Laevsky will...

fire magnanimously into the air.

He can do nothing else, so.

And you, sir?

For my own part,

No, I daresay I shan't fire at all.

I just hope it doesn't rain.

Oh, well. Probably will.

Please God, it may.

I've been looking for you, Ivan Andreitch.

I beg you to come quickly.

Who is this?

I'm busy.

Someone wants to talk to you.

Someone you don't know. It's very, very important business.

How can you?

If you don't come, something dreadful will happen.

Oh, really?

Ah!

What's this about?!

It's this way.

Go inside.

Don't be afraid.

In there.

Keep going.

This place is amazing.

I've never seen anything like it.

I'm not late, am I?

I imagine, gentlemen, that there is no need for us to go any further with this.

No, this place will do well.

They have very likely not told you my terms.

Each side must pay to me ₽15,

and in the event of a death of one party,

the survivor is to pay me 30.

Hmm?

Gentlemen--

Of course.

I can't bear gossip...

but Kirilin was at my rooms last night,

complaining that Laevsky found him with Nadezhda Fyodorovna.

Yes, we know that.

So! His...

hands are trembling, and all that sort of thing!

To fight with him is as inhuman as to fight a man

who is drunk, or...

who has typhoid!

Talk to Von Koren.

I don't know the formalities of duelling.

I have something to say to you, sir. It's strictly confidential. I...

humbly beg you to look carefully at Ivan Andreitch.

He's not in a normal state.

Laevsky found his madam last night

At Muridov's with another gentleman.

How disgusting.

Gentlemen, what are we waiting for?

Uh, gentlemen, I propose that you should be reconciled!

What is the next formality?

Make an end to your misunderstanding, gentlemen!

Shake hands,

let us go home

and drink to peace!

I have nothing against Nikolai Vassilitch!

If he considers I am to blame, then I am ready...

to apologise!

No, it is not necessary

to get up early, drive eight miles out of town

to simply drink to peace,

have breakfast and tell me that the duel is an out of date formality.

Oh, I understand.

You wish Ivan Andreitch to return home

a magnanimous and chivalrous figure.

But a duel

is a duel.

I want to fight.

I want to fight.

Who remembers the description by Lermontov?

Turgenev, too.

Yes!

Bazarov! Bazarov...

had a duel with someone.

Just measure the distance, that's all.

Doctor!

Be so good as not to

walk to and fro like a pendulum.

You're making me dizzy.

He'll kill him!

Oh! Oh!

Oh! Oh!

Konya!

Konya! My friend!

Konya!

Oh! He's all right!

Oh! Oh! Oh, I'm--

Oh!

Oh!

God!

Whoo!

Oh!

Whoo!

Beautiful Nadya.

Hmm?

It's here.

Mm-mm.

Yes?

The boat's leaving!

Why aren't you coming?

Don't let it go. Coming now, coming now.

So.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Doctor.

Ah.

Don't forget us, Konya.

Right.

Mm-hmm.

Deacon.

Yes.

Goodbye, and...

think about the expedition.

Oh, yes. To the ends of the earth.

Bye!