Original subtitles

Everything is bold and wild in my story.

It belongs to you, wrote Maxim Golky to Kupri, to whom he dedicated his story.

Evening classes in the sixth company were coming to an end.

Paul was preparing for the inspection.

Crap!

One, two!

Disgusting.

Why the hell does the plum still hold the company?

Ethiopia.

Your Excellency, regiment commander, where is it?

Attention!

Yours on the old one!

Attention, shelf, rubbed non-mouth.

Great, sixth!

Please continue the lesson.

Sew it up, sayachi!

Polit!

Who are you?

The editorship of the companies, lyablik, in your high honor.

Fool, I'm asking you what post you're assigned to.

Well, which face?

Sentry, inviolable.

Who's here, junior officer?

I, Mr. Colonel.

Ah, my chin has been cut off.

Kalina together!

How do you stand in front of the regiment commander?

Hey, dog soul, who is your regimental commander?

Hey, I don't know.

I ask you, who is your regiment leader?

Who am I?

You see, I, I, I, I.

I can't know.

In tribute to the plum.

Four put this bitch on the son of girlfriends.

With full vekutka.

Let him look at his friends' channel.

And you, Petrutchik, a big woman among you, think so, what about your service?

Waltz and dance.

What is this, soldier, in your opinion?

He doesn't know the last name or the commander of his regiment.

I'm surprised at you, chin.

This is a new recruit, Colonel.

Well, and besides... What?!

Talk?

Keep quiet?!

State Committee of Fedorovskaya.

Please note in today's order that I am subjecting the chins of the mossy one

house arrest for three days.

For lack of understanding of military discipline.

And they leaked it to Gabidan and I declare it a line of conversation.

Verse!

On the left!

Faith!

Come on, turn left!

Olna!

And she pulled you to talk.

They should have stood silently and killed the sushbok.

And why the hell didn't they send you to the company?

It's not the first time in a year and a half that you've served as an officer, and you've been assigned to lieutenants

Khromoshov's painful awareness of his loneliness and being lost among strangers,

unkind or indifferent people.

This dreary feeling of not knowing what to do with this evening.

I'll go to the station.

Doesn't matter.

Romoshov liked to go to the express train, which stopped here for several

minutes, for the last time before the Prussian border.

Nobody paid any attention to the romoshovo, but he saw in them a piece of something

an inaccessible, exquisite world, where life is an eternal holiday and celebration.

I'm afraid he walked from the station.

Romoshov watched the red lantern with verse and dreamy sadness, which smoothly

swayed behind the last year, leaving the darkness of the night, and immediately they attacked,

dark everyday life.

I will prepare a new frock coat for you, your honor.

No problem.

Why?

Is your honor to blame?

I forgot to tell you, Peterson, you got the letters.

The orderly brought it.

Or do you have to write a response?

Dear, sweet, mustachioed George, you haven't visited us for a whole week.

If you want to laugh at me, then I won’t be able to bear this betrayal.

One sip of a bottle of morphine, and I will stop suffering forever, and you

my conscience will gnaw at me.

Be sure to come everyone at half past eight in the evening, my fool will not be home,

kisses you 100 million times, all your Raisa.

Gainan, get dressed!

Every day Romashov, with shame and irritation, at his own lack of integrity,

I gave myself an honest word to skip a week or you.

Or else I'll just stop going to Nikolai.

Well, it happened at night.

The day dragged on slowly and disgustingly, and evening approached.

Jacket.

Picon, this is the order they brought.

No, it's me, Alexander Petrovna.

Oh, Romochka, come in, come in.

Volodya, it's Romashov who has arrived.

I can imagine how much pressure I put on you, Alexander Petrovna.

Again for stupidity.

Sit down, we'll be having dinner soon.

Hello, Alekseevich.

Please excuse me, I'm busy.

There is no Vostya.

No, what news.

Sliva received a reprimand.

I got into trouble too.

Yes?

Tell me please.

What is it called?

This is knitting.

Guipure.

You're asking for the tenth time.

You're nothing special, Yuri Alekseevich.

You sit down and straighten it out.

Well, you seem to be in charge there.

Get well.

Six leftists Vladimirovich.

Will go to St. Petersburg soon.

The academy will be accepted.

Well, that remains to be seen.

Twice they returned to the regiment in disgrace.

Now for the last thing.

Don't talk nonsense, Shurochka.

I said I will endure it and I will endure it.

You just sit and croak.

I said.

I said.

But you better tell me.

What conditions should the combat order of a unit be adjusted to?

I know his tactics better.

Come on, Volodya.

General Staff Officer.

How did he catch it?

Ublub, Shurochka, leave me alone.

Wait, simple girl.

But in fact, I don’t remember everything.

They pay for the stay.

The battle order must satisfy the following word.

Agility, mobility, flexibility and convenience,

command, adaptability to terrain.

He should, perhaps, lose less, drive away some, curl up and unfold.

Quickly get into marching order.

All.

Fine.

We are all together.

I could pass the exam right now.

I can't.

I can't stay here, Romochka.

To stay here is to sink.

And I need company.

Large, real communities, music and light.

Smart interlocutors.

Let Volodya just endure the general staff and I swear.

I will make a brilliant career for him.

I know languages.

I will be able to conduct myself in any company.

And finally.

Look at me, Romochka.

Look, my mother.

Am I really that uninteresting as a person?

And not beautiful like women.

May I languish in this pit all my life.

In this nasty little place that is not found anywhere.

I am a graphic card.

Shurochka.

My dear Shurochka, what's wrong with you?

No need, calm down.

Shurochka.

Nothing.

Volodya.

It's okay, dear.

Answer, don't be clumsy, Romochka.

Okay, me.

Or not.

Well?

Very.

Beautiful.

Romochka, how bagless.

Our disks.

Our disks.

Our disks.

Nasin

disks.

Look, don't forget us.

It's better to sit with us than to show off your Nazansky.

By the way, Nazansky is leaving on leave due to domestic circumstances.

Titya, I know what I started singing.

You, Yuri Ksechnoy, have probably seen him.

Well, how is he?

No, I didn't notice.

However, it seems he drinks.

Your Nazansky is disgusting.

If it were up to me, I would shoot such people like rabid dogs.

Gentlemen, what if we go to sleep for a minute?

To sleep, as they say, in good old beds.

Yes.

Farewell, Yuri Ksech.

Come in.

You are always welcome here.

Just remember, we don't stand on ceremony with you.

Yes, he doesn't stand on ceremony with me.

I'll go to Nazansky for evil.

Who is this?

Ah, it's you, Yuri Ksech.

Come in.

Hello, my dear.

Sit down, we'll set the table here.

You heard, I filed a sick report.

Yes, Nikolay just told me about this.

Ah, have you been to the Nikolaiyevs?

Do you visit them often?

No, I just came in by accident.

Don't you want to?

Thanks, I'll come later.

Tomorrow everyone will tell Polk that I'm on a drinking binge.

Well, perhaps that is true.

But not quite like that.

This is a time that is not called by such a cruel name, the time of my freedom Romashov,

freedom of spirit, will and mind.

Everything I have seen, read and heard, everything comes to life outside.

Everything acquires for me a bright, educational light and a deep, bottomless meaning.

I take the first one I come across.

And I write about him for a long time, heartfeltly, with pleasure, about faces, about meetings,

about characters, about books about women, about women in particular and about women's love.

Love for a woman, how boundless, how

pleasure and what a sharp sweet suffering.

I remembered one story, though.

Arise, Romashov, my thoughts are confused.

And what did I say?

Were you talking about female love?

Yes.

Love.

Love, whoever understands it, made a theme out of love

for dirty cards, for nasty jokes?

And this is what for most people in love, in possessing a woman, you see,

you end up with possession, there is something crudely animalistic, something selfish, hidden,

something secretly base, boisterous and shameful.

I can't express it.

And that is why, for most people, after possession comes coldness, disgust and hostility.

That is why people have set aside the night for love, just as they have set aside the night for theft or murder.

Here, my dear, nature has set up some kind of ambush for people with a stick and a drink.

This is true.

No, that's not true.

I'm telling you, it's not true.

Nature, as in everything, has arranged things brilliantly.

The thing is that for many, love is followed by a lack of compassion.

And for Dante, all love, charm, enchantment, spring.

No, no, don't think so.

I'm talking about love in the most direct, physical sense.

In fact, he is the chosen one.

Here's an example for you.

All people have an ear for music.

But millions have it.

Like cod fish.

One in a million.

Beethoven.

So it is in everything: in poetry, in art, in wisdom.

And love, I speak about you, has its peaks.

Available solution for only a few out of millions.

Oh, how we fail to appreciate her subtle, quintessential charms.

Do you understand how many different kinds of happiness, how many charming torments,

consists of unrequited and hopeless love.

Just think what a joy it is to stand all night on the other side of the street in the shade.

And look out the window at the adored women.

And so it glowed from within.

The shadow moves along the walls.

It's not her summer.

What she does, what she thinks.

While the light is on.

Sleep peacefully my joy.

Sleep with you, my beloved May.

She doesn't know anything about you.

Will never hear from you.

But you are always here, adoringly.

Always ready to give her life and honor for her.

And everything that can be given.

How is this true?

How good everything you said.

Let me tell you about myself.

I was also in love with one woman.

It wasn't here.

Not here, back in Moscow I was a cadet.

But she didn't know about it.

And it gave me wonderful pleasure.

Sit next to her.

And when she was working on something, she would take the thread and quietly pull it towards herself.

She didn't notice it.

And my head was spinning with happiness.

Yes, yes, I understand.

I understand you.

Vasily Nilovich, you are so talented, such a character, such a broad person.

You are definitely ruining yourself on purpose.

What if you met a woman in your life?

Who would be able to appreciate you.

And would be worthy of you.

Woman.

I'll tell you.

I met only once a wonderful, extraordinary woman.

Young woman.

She doesn't know, it was a long time ago.

One hundred years ago.

I still love her.

Wait Romashov, you're worth it.

I will read you her only letter.

Perhaps she never loved anyone but herself.

There is a loss of love in it and some kind of evil and proud power.

And at the same time she is so kind and feminine.

Infinitely sweet.

Read from here that this is unnecessary above.

I strive for you, with all my heart, with all my desires.

I love you.

But you yourself didn’t want me.

I asked you so, but not much.

You can't.

You are not interested further.

And you.

His Alexandra Petrovna is never there.

How?

And you too.

He thought about the letter all the time.

There was also a Roman connection to Nazansky.

And this is some kind of dual evil and, unfortunately, Nikolayev.

But at the same time there was some new hope.

Misty and alluring.

It was as if this letter was giving him some kind of undeniable thread leading to the future.

Aristotelian?

Aristotelian?

Give something to the poor prisoner, give something to no one.

Romochka, you're crazy.

Alexander Petrovna, how can I thank you?

Darling!

Romochka, what is this, Tvani?

Your eyes will become glazed over.

Wait, wait.

I brought you a kolachek.

So to the arrested one.

Today we have wonderful apple pies and sweets.

Ah, if you knew what I was thinking about this morning.

And if you only knew, but that’s later, later.

Yes, yes, later.

Here comes my husband and master.

Let go of your hand.

What an amazing person you are today, Yuri Alekseevich?

They even became prettier.

Go, Shurochka, go.

God knows what a duckling under arrest is.

It seems like one tank of the regiment is driving, it will reach the commander, what’s good.

Goodbye, Romashov, come in.

Come in, Yuri Alekseevich.

Listen, Romochka, no, really, don’t forget us.

The only person I have with whom I am like a friend is you.

Just don't dare to imagine about yourself.

You are not men, gods.

I have an order from the regiment commander to you.

Please sit down and come with me.

Please be silent!

Not a mistake, but a crime.

OK then.

But this is the last time I can help.

Get that into your red, drunk nose.

And here is my advice to you.

First of all, you will cleanse yourself with the soldier's ticks with sadch.

What?

What does it matter to me?

Even if you give birth.

Sadeway with more respect when you honor the smeikran.

Apiary!

Come here, you'll sleep like the devil.

Go and run, describe the begcheri.

Ryk, you're a fool, you're a fool.

Nonsense from my boss.

Can?

I was in your oven.

One, two, three, three.

Four.

Three hundred.

I can't do it anymore.

Give it up, you can do it.

Footman!

What are you doing, Kobyada?

Don't you dare, don't go and do this!

March March, you will write a poem.

Flight, tiger arches.

Nothing.

Goodbye, little powder.

I wish you an easy steam.

Darenka!

Tado together everything, ask.

Your honor requests their high honor.

Shame!

Listen without guduni, I am!

Start twisting the urakhmost!

Nezo has a lot more than you might even suspect.

Fry if you want to roll down, panacon flatbread.

I am sorry.

Look, you are alone, but the society of officers is a whole family.

So, it’s always possible to get rid of the tail from the company.

Press, all your behavior.

Say goodbye to me, for example.

Here.

Write something about your mother's illness.

They dare, you know?

They dare not distrust their officers.

Anything can happen.

But when it's one to one...

A bunch of things, but sit down.

Sit down!

You are all like this.

Look at me like I'm an animal.

My old look is clicking on the link.

Damn his drama.

And I swear to God, my dears.

I love you all like my own children.

What do you think, don’t be afraid, but rather for you.

I'm not sick.

Gentlemen, gentlemen, you do not understand me.

Okay, well, I've had enough of baptism.

Is it possible to be angry with old people?

Hey, you're getting younger.

But the world, of course, hand.

And let's go in distress.

Ha, don't mess with it.

If you want me to run over you, where are you going to go?

It is only in vain that she imagines this.

The daughter of the one who broke through to the tar.

I'm asking in my brain.

I call their friends that way.

Yes, her father was breaking through.

There is no need to play musical notes.

Wait.

You will see my cogni again.

I will open the eyes of this fool Nikolaev.

Which I haven’t been able to push through for three years now, until it’s daytime.

Why should the world remain so lovingly quiet?

You don't love me anymore.

We parted as good friends.

You want to talk nonsense, right?

I'm not one of those who are handsome.

We parted,

I want it from you.

I have told you everything.

Something honest for women.

I didn't have time to look my husband in the eye.

This is my ideal beautiful person.

Dance ball.

Hello, dear Zhorzhik.

What do you ever have?

We've already missed you.

Well, that's all.

Classes.

I know your occupation.

And I confess I thought you had a fight.

I'm wondering what you're getting so worked up about.

Yuri Alekseevich, he is worth a philoto.

He says that dancing is outdated.

That dancing is stupid and funny.

And he himself is on the beach.

Fancey!

Silivoplee!

Comanche!

Well then, dance, my children.

Dance.

And this color.

I am the power of the non-instantaneous man.

Ranjaka, where from?

I called you.

I called you.

Nal.

Actress.

He seems drunk.

Ah, but don't drag it out.

You wanted this yourself.

I don't love you.

Ah, leather, like no other.

I understood you perfectly, Reis Alexandrov.

You don't need tenderness.

Not love, not simple affection.

We are too small and fragile for this.

You definitely need someone to surround you.

To make someone consider you a slave.

Your new slave will be disconnected.

Obremie goes to Araby less and less often.

Why did you deceive me?

The truck was given to me without love.

Buy it.

Even without curiosity.

All this is just so that I don’t leave.

Birch bark.

Here they are, the Belfitser in the role, and you do it wonderfully.

Yes, yes, precisely in roles.

I know what it is myself.

Funny and vulgar.

I feel like I can never love a good person again.

Pure love.

And do you hear the genovat in this?

You, you, you are older, you are older than me.

Of course.

You have achieved what you wanted.

Come closer, dad.

Listen here.

Sel, I'm brown!

Mazurka!

Sir!

A,

Prince Havelet.

Sit down, little girl.

Let's spread it out.

Today I am rich, I furnished my money down to the last penny.

Selevanov, repeat.

Do you understand what honor of the uniform is?

I'm such a thing.

In full, we have a land regiment.

60s.

You say that they exist, what if there was, for Tsar Pea.

What a kid you are, didge.

I'm saying there was such a case.

There was an incident.

Malochka caused a scandal at the Vagal assembly.

The barman grabbed his epaulette and almost salute.

Hausa pulled out his saber.

I hit you on the head.

Some regular guy turned up for him.

Starling, starling.

He and his.

Senu, of course, everyone ran away.

Then house.

Calmly, please, moisture on the front line to the banner.

Clockwork Kyk, who goes there?

Khochek Khauz died under the banner, then lay down and shot himself in the hand.

Then the essence of it is true.

Paul, palych.

How do we live?

We have forgotten everything, everything.

What is a completely different life?

No.

I don't know where.

Where do completely different people live?

And their life is so full.

So joyful.

Such an infusion.

Yes, brother, what are you saying, life?

And a solid Latour in the philosopher and architect.

A vulgar little fellow.

And some ice cream.

And what are we doing?

Today we're going to drink with a drunk.

And tomorrow to the company.

One, two left.

And in the evening we'll drink again.

And after tomorrow back to the company.

Is this really what life is all about?

You understand, the whole life?

Ural.

Protected.

And where do they live us?

Overdo it, don't kick yourself, or you, or us.

Let's play one more card.

And one more card.

And no one understands this.

I don't have anyone close to me.

For a moment he remembered Shurochka.

So strong, so hunchbacked, so beautiful.

And something subtle, sweet and hopeless.

There was a pain near his heart.

In the box!

In the box!

We didn't want to take our turn with him.

Getting accustomed to the head and the rank of general manager.

Congratulations.

Zhorochka will lead to a congratulatory life.

Congratulations.

Congratulations.

Please allow me.

He knew the handle of his forehead.

Zhorochka, I'm very glad.

I don't like these provincial cockerels.

There is something so banal and vulgar about them.

It was necessary to do it for the husband before the okest.

Well, hang in there.

I'll come back.

And yet I don’t know why I’m so incredibly happy today.

Romochka, darling, I know why.

I'll tell you about this, mom.

Or else I'll tell you.

To our dear half-tic.

I'm a thief today.

What's wrong with you?

I said I didn't know.

I don't know.

Look, he's not too deep.

Air into battle.

And I myself am in some kind of wonderful, deep mood.

Some kind of blue joy.

Pour me some more wine, Romochka.

My dear boy.

The decision of the sovereigns to fight a duel between officers.

A reasonable thing.

What is the officer for?

For war?

What does war require?

Humility, pride.

I can't blink before I die.

Where are these qualities most clearly manifested in times of peace?

In Duerr.

This is good, Duel, in Gvarge.

For all sorts of smile-shakers and fictionalists.

Well, okay, I'm single.

Let's say Lipsky and I sang our fill of the meeting.

And I, drunk, hit him in the ear.

What should we do?

If he doesn't want to shoot me, he's a brat.

The question is what his children will eat.

And he went out to fight.

I shot him in the stomach in Liplya.

And again there is nothing for the children to bite.

That's all nonsense.

Hey, half-executioner, you're talking nonsense.

Only blood can wash away.

This is for opiates.

Sometimes a Duel is useful.

This is definitely true.

Sometimes, you know, it can be the highest honor.

It consists of forgiving it unconditionally.

Forgive.

Oh, you.

Decadents, Van.

Well, Kamin, let's drink to the tatal.

And so that he could buy dogs.

The duel, gentlemen, must certainly have a difficult outcome.

Otherwise, it would only become a comedy.

Something like the French Duel.

They came, shot around with pistols, and then they reported it in the newspapers.

Fortunately, the duel ended successfully.

At breakfast, recent enemies exchanged greetings and shook hands in friendship.

Such a duel is the lord of fluff.

And society will not make any improvements to the contribution.

15 steps of distance and spend until severe cancer.

But this is brother's murder.

They are leaching.

This is a snag.

The old days.

What tenderness.

Our profession is to risk our lives.

Look at me.

Let's hang out longer.

I walk and life is not me.

You won't see it anymore.

I'll make it in advance.

Lord, where is the star?

I'll spin you.

Let's go collect.

To know.

Now there is nothing to be found in the grass.

It's easier for you to lose it even in the grass.

How to find?

And that...

Quite a feature.

In harsh.

Gentlemen.

Mint, and in the fresh air.

Please.

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Proofreader V.

Sukhiashvili Romochka, good for you.

Fine.

Why are you like this today?

Which?

Quirky, extraordinary.

You have something new, mysterious.

I don't understand what?

I you.

Loved today.

Romochka.

Don't wait.

Listen.

Tonight.

I saw you everywhere.

I didn't dream about it.

It’s as if you and I are dancing a Waltz in some extraordinary room.

Where did you play music?

But I don't have it.

And we danced together.

We circled.

They circled.

They seemed to be floating in the air.

And they circled.

They circled.

They were spinning.

Only in dreams.

It can be so sweet.

Such sensual intimacy.

Romochka.

Don't know.

Romochka.

I love you.

I love.

I love.

Romochka.

Why are you so weak?

I don't want to open it.

I am drawn to you.

I won't say that I love you.

But I think about you all the time.

And I see you in my dreams.

I feel you.

I care about your touch.

If only we could make a big name for ourselves.

Great position.

I will do it.

I will do this, be only mine.

I love you.

My whole life.

I believe, my dear, that's what you want.

I believe.

But you won't do anything.

I know that there isn't.

I don't like my husband.

He is a mountain, he is not a miracle, he is not a delicacy.

Then he becomes wildly jealous.

He still teaches me about those unfortunate ones on Zansky.

Are you cold?

No, I'm fine.

I feel so good with you.

My love.

Tell me, you yourself say that you don’t love him.

I'll close it together.

He knows, let's go.

They'll probably start looking for me again.

Farewell, my happiness.

My short-lived happiness.

Let's.

Now let's go.

Sashik, Sashik, Sashik.

Let's go, there are enough of us.

Sashik, let's go.

Romochka, now the last thing.

I didn't want to ruin your evening and didn't tell you.

You shouldn't come to see us anymore.

Why, Sashik?

Cute.

It hurts me too.

My world, my dear, my tender.

But it is necessary.

Give me your hand.

Squeeze them tight, tight.

So that it hurts me.

What's happening?

What's happening?

I can't.

Sashik, I can't.

Comrades.

Sashik, it's me

I can't.

The day is gloomy with Makar.

This

cheerfully from the bold you need to grab Romashov and sweetly lifted him on herself.

He felt young, strong and proud of the knowledge,

that he too belongs to Gotoi, the slender, powerful master of seeing.

I

guarded in the snow, look, look, here comes Romashova.

Listen,

This is me who lives and speaks.

He is the one who stutok.

I say, I'm quiet.

It's me, pause!

Foot!

Poynaya!

Are we going to conquer it, Yuri Alekseevich?

No way.

What I didn't want.

Eh, my dear.

He remembered his recent proud dreams, and he felt so ashamed.

I am a funny, despised, disgusting person.

This is exactly our world!

I am somebody!

Goat!

Can't you feel how much I suffer, how much I love you?

Look out the window, go to the curtain.

Look out.

Look out.

Do you hear?

I'll give you an order.

You can't hear me.

You sit calmly, indifferently, beautifully.

My God, I am so unhappy.

You

I wanted to kill myself and the robbers.

You feel bad.

I don't feel well either, my dear.

I don't feel well either.

Well, well, we must be patient.

We must be patient.

No more vacuuming.

Doesn't cook in a vacuum anymore.

He, Lord, drinks, shines in the distillation of money, crucifies, where he was taken.

I have an animal-like, torn fan.

I don't feel well either.

I don't feel well either.

My brother.

From that night on, Romashov, with surprise, began to understand that the fate of daily life

to closely confront him with hundreds of these Lebnikovs, each of whom is sick with his own

grief and joy, but they are all depersonalized and betrayed by the general

slavery, superior indifference, tyranny and violence.

What was I thinking just now?

Wait, wait.

A?

I remembered, if everyone has me, here stands a company in front of me.

Stop soudad, but I do not distinguish between them.

They are a mass.

What the hell do you want?

You.

What is this?

For what?

You have poperosy.

Kuri, where did you get that?

I see you don't have any poperos.

I bought it with my own money.

Smoke, please.

Smoke, nothing.

I'm burning for you.

Darling, you bought me poperos with your measly soldier's kopecks.

But I don’t dare shake his hand.

Yes, I can't.

I don't dare.

Yes, yes, I don’t distinguish them from each other.

They are a mass.

Here they are on the right flank.

Soltas, Arkhipov, Ovechkin, Mukhomidzhinov, Egorov, Bedineyu.

Do I know anything about them?

No, nothing but their faces.

And what did we officers do to recognize them?

To command their souls, like a shower.

I am to mine, as I am to him.

We don’t even suspect that all these Levnikovs are living people.

They are mechanical in their grandeur, bypassed by companies and battalions and regiments.

What did I do?

What can I do?

Nothing.

What should I do in this case?

What should I do?

I won't keep you, I just have two words.

I'm here to see your servant Vladimirovich.

Let's speak frankly and openly.

You know that in this lousy town there is nothing scarier than the play.

So my wife was touched by a dirty, lying splat.

Both of us.

Me and her.

We receive it almost every day.

Some vile, rude, anonymous letters.

I won't show them to you.

I find this disgusting.

This is what these letters say.

Well, yeah, damn.

It is said that you are Alexander Petrovna's lover.

I know who wrote it.

You know?

How dare you remain silent if you know.

In your position, it is the duty of every more or less decent person,

shut the mouths of all the bastards.

Listen to you, Aromian house of Zhvan.

If you are a private person, and not just any person, I ask you not to shout at me.

I'm not yelling at you at all.

I convince you.

Although I have the right to demand.

Fine.

I will do everything I can.

And he suddenly felt so abandoned by the whole world.

And suddenly they are alone.

It was as if something great, something most important, had just been taken away from his life.

A soldier in Captain Osadchy's company hanged himself.

From time to time, the regiment would come across some kind of fallen, ugly path.

People condemned to meager inaction on themselves, meaningful cruelty, suddenly saw the light.

And then the calm, well-fed life seemed to be thrown out of its course.

The same thing happened after this suicide.

Come on, let's go, let's go.

Let's go, Ilsesia.

She got mad and went to the edge, it will go.

The right is not worth it.

Let's go, Ilsesius, let's go.

Will.

Hooray, we're on our way.

Get the hell out of here.

FUNNY DYNAMIC MUSIC

Wardrobe!

Roads!

I won't shut up!

I won't shut up!

How was your last time!

Back you will not hit, Live.

Back, you will be ashamed for the rest of your life.

Forgive me.

But you yourself will thank me later.

Cold.

I want to live, but don't live to see it.

Don't live to see your end, Don't live to see your end.

Bride, yours, and mourned.

Everyone goes cross over the ports, everyone lives.

It will wake you up, here you carry five peyska, ten times.

Digi, where is baslodim?

Quiet!

What are you doing here?

This is my native snack, we have it like that.

The clatter of a cart.

And now we'll come to the letter.

Moonlight.

We've already drunk.

Could be a dog, salay.

Gentlemen, for God's sake, stop it, it's scary somewhere.

I went and took it.

No, let us write to us first.

We are writing.

Get drunk, captain.

Popolzhen on the skele, and the furnace rest.

Wait, please.

I work for him who succeeded.

Saltak didn't nod in the first rap.

Well, with milk and creation, and black, enough, don’t get carried away.

Why is Captain Satei laughing?

You don't find it funny at all, but you feel pain and fear.

I see.

I know how you feel inside.

You and all the others are disgracing the regiment, but what does Zansky have to do with this?

Or do you have special, mysterious reasons to be dissatisfied with him?

I'll give you a punch in the face.

As the eldest, I order you to disperse immediately, gentlemen.

I hear you, gentlemen, what's going on?

In general, tomorrow morning the munoy will submit a report to the regiment commander.

The court, the officers' society, the 378th army infantry regiment, having considered the case of

clash in the officers' meeting room, Lieutenant Nikolaev and the lieutenant

Karamashova found that in view of the gravity of mutual insults, the destruction of these ober

officers cannot be ended by reconciliation.

And that a duel between them is the only means of satisfaction

insulted part and officer's dignity,

The court's opinion was approved by the regiment commander.

All that remains for you, gentlemen, is to choose your seconds.

However, each of you retains complete freedom.

Fight a duel or leave the service.

Are you feeling unwell?

So I won't bother you.

I'll leave.

No, wait.

I can't collect my thoughts.

Listen, Georgy Alekseevich, you have something, something extraordinary.

What's wrong with you?

Tomorrow I am fighting a duel with Nikolaev.

You see, it was just a bit hard on my soul to talk.

This is still goodbye, though.

Wait.

Get some cupboard there too.

You know.

No, no, I don't need an apple.

There are some crumpled cakes there.

Thank you, my dear.

What disgusting stuff.

Here's what we'll do.

Take me out into the fresh air.

It's disgusting here.

I'm so scared.

Constantly having these terrible hallucinations.

Let's go.

Let's read the son's boat and talk.

Do you want?

Tell the truth.

Aren't you afraid of Romashov?

Duels?

No, I'm not afraid.

No, no, I won't lie that I'm not afraid.

Of course it's scary.

But I know I won't chicken out.

I won't run away.

I will not ask for forgiveness.

Ah, my dear, dear Yurochka.

Forgive me for calling you that.

Why do you want to do this?

He hit me in the face.

Well, well, he hit.

That's the point.

Everything in this world passes.

Both your pain and your hatred will go away.

And you yourself will forget about it.

And you will never forget the man you killed.

What should I do then?

Retire to the reserve?

Where am I going, Denus?

Wait, Romashov.

Do you believe that you are serving an interesting, good, useful cause?

No, but where will I go?

Wait, don't rush.

Look at our officers.

Who serves us well and for a long time?

The poor, burdened with families, are destitute, ready for any concessions, for any cruelty.

And all this because of my pot of cabbage soup.

You give him the order to shoot, and he shoots.

Who does he care about for what reason?

He doesn't reason.

It's true that there are people who are sensitive and have a heart.

But all of them, even the best ones, become base, cowardly little monsters in service.

You ask why?

That's because none of them believe in the service and don't see any reasonable purpose for this service.

Yes, I am deeply and firmly convinced that the time will come

great disappointments and terrible re-evaluations.

When women begin to feel ashamed, and soldiers finally stop obeying.

This is not because we beat people who were deprived of the opportunity to defend themselves until they bled.

And not because in the name of honor of the uniform we chopped down

in taverns of all sorts of people.

Of course, for both.

But we have a more terrible and now irreparable problem.

This is what makes us blind and deaf to everything.

New, bold prides and people have appeared, and fiery free thoughts are igniting in their minds.

And we, perfumed like Indian bedukhas, just clap

with arrogant eyes on the spoiled ones, who, where to keep silent, I’ll shoot the riot.

And this turkey-like disdain for the freedom of the human spirit will not be forgiven us.

Moveki of the centuries.

That's how it is, my dear Georgy Alekseevich.

Coldno, let's go home.

What should we do?

What to do?

Lozhim Romashov refused until or the honor of the husband was rehabilitated.

But before or after reconciliation there always remains something doubtful, something

exciting bewilderment and disappointment.

In this case, the husband will almost certainly not be allowed to take the exam.

The reputation of the General Staff officers should be without a speck of fluff.

Meanwhile, if they actually shot, there is something strong here,

heroic.

People who know how to handle you with dignity under fire are forgiven a lot.

So, shoot.

What if Romashov kills her husband?

A?

Means.

Means.

Are you right?

I'll go into reserve.

Go, go, the main thing is, don’t be afraid of life.

It's fun, it's interesting, it's a wonderful thing, this life.

Well, you'll have no luck.

You will go and sink to the level of bass, to drunkenness.

But by God, my dear.

The tramp's life is ten thousand times fuller and more interesting than yours and mine.

Go away, Romashov.

I say this because I have tried it myself.

If you returned back to this tanned cage, then the reasons for that are excellent.

Anyway, you understand, go, go, in mass, something

some inner light in our bier will extinguish it.

They'll just take him captive.

And extinguished.

This... Vasily not so much.

Take it easy, Vasily, not so much.

How afraid I am in my room, such dreams, such dreams.

Come in, I'll stay the night.

No, it's not necessary.

Go away, goodbye.

Why forgive?

Why not goodbye?

А чем не до свешеве отсы?

Shurochka, this is...

Sit down.

Smell it.

For what?

Why did you do this?

You never loved me.

I love you.

Listen, no, darling, every minute.

Therefore, we will speak briefly only about del.

Do you know what Volodya is to me?

Whatever happens, he must enter the academy.

What can I do?

Then that evening at the picnic I told you the whole truth.

I don't like him.

Just think, three years, three whole years of hope, okay.

And such stubborn, nasty work.

And suddenly a ridiculous, devilish fight.

And it's all over.

It was all fun, wasn't it?

Oh,

How terrible.

Are you listening to me?

Yes, yes, speak.

If only I can, I will do everything.

Whatever you want.

No, no, listen to me until the end.

If you kill him, or if he gets suspended from his exams, it's all over.

I leave him that same day and go, no matter where.

Petersburg, Vadesu, Kyiv, I am a mockery of myself.

Don't say that, it hurts me.

Well, if you want, I will refuse the duel.

I apologized to him.

Make a grandfather.

I knew you'd plant that.

I'm not afraid.

No.

No.

You didn't understand me.

Come to me.

Go.

You didn't understand me.

I have something completely different.

But for me.

No, tell me everything.

I love.

And if you refuse, then how much shame, resentment, and suffering will come upon you.

No, no, that's not it again.

At this moment I will not pretend to be you.

I have thought everything over and weighed it up for a long time.

For God's sake, explain yourself, Prime Minister.

I promise you everything.

You must definitely shoot yourself tomorrow.

But none of you will be hurt.

Without asking the husband, he knows.

That's all I have.

All.

I did everything.

Understand me.

Understand me, condemn me.

Do this for me.

Fine.

Let it be so.

I agree.

Are you leaving?

Goodbye.

Kiss me.

For the last time.

Darling, don't cry.

Shash, dear, do not cry, Sasha.

I can't be so picky with you.

I have already looked for our happiness.

Come to me already.

Go, go.

I don't want one of you to get hurt.

Without asking the husband, he knows.

Do this for me.