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Watch out! Move that cart!

Don't let them get away!

The Prince is dead!

What harm did she do?

Why?

God will punish you for killing a poor innocent girl.

She was just a child, just playing...

Are you cold?

You can get warm with these.

I'll get more.

Misha! Why are you bothering that man?

Mon Dieu!

What did you do?

- Let me clean your coat. - There's no need.

Have we met?

I've seen you at Mass in the San Vladimir Cathedral.

And I'm a faithful reader of yours.

Faithful?

May I?

May I ask for a favor?

Your son warmed me, how could I refuse you a courtesy?

Could you write a dedication for me?

lvan Turgenev.

"Fathers and Sons".

-What's your name? - Nadjezda Petrovna.

''To Nadja,

for the generous gesture

of her son Misha.

A colleague of the author's.''

- Visiting hours are over. - I must see a patient.

Come back tomorrow.

I must see the physician on duty,

I'm Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky.

I must speak to him.

Did you say Gusiev?

He's not my patient, but I know him.

He came a few months ago, suffering from hallucinations.

He's now calm and will soon be released.

ls he a relative, a friend?

If you're looking for a character for a new book, he's perfect.

This way.

I'll call Mr. Gusiev.

- I'm cold! - Shut up!

Where's Gusiev?

There!

Get up!

Right here, go on.

Here he is.

Did you write me this letter?

I'm sorry I didn't come sooner.

How do you feel?

It's freezing.

It's freezing here.

You should wear something warmer.

I've been here two months,

I've got nothing else.

Have them bring you something.

Who?

You're all I have.

What do you want from me?

Come.

What do you want from me?

- I'm afraid. - Be strong.

Be strong,

the doctor said you're better.

- You'll soon be out. - I don't want to leave here.

I'm afraid.

They want to kill me.

The police, my comrades!

When I was in university,

I joined a secret society.

We wanted to kill the whole imperial family.

There aren't so many, about thirty.

You're raving!

Wait, hear me out.

You're all I have.

You're my writer, my teacher, my confessor.

Look.

It's your words that made me understand.

''Why kill?

Just because it's the easiest way? It's monstrous madness!''

They're your words,

it's your fault I left my comrades,

before the attack on the Prince.

That was your organization?

Yes.

But I'm out now.

Should I have gone to the police?

I'm not a spy.

I preferred burying myself here, pretending I was crazy.

I believed you, always.

But now I'm alone.

You're my great teacher.

You're all I have.

I know all about you!

What's there to know?

You don't know a thing.

I can't stand you even a minute more.

Don't go, there's a girl with them...

Her name's Aleksandra, she's so beautiful.

Please, you can save her.

She gave me your books to read.

-Talk to her, she'll listen. - Let go of me!

Aleksandra mustn't die,

there's going to be an attack against the Grand Duke.

You're mad!

Look.

This is the marketplace at the Moika.

The Grand Duke's carriage will pass taking him to the cathedral

for High Mass, like every year.

Aleksandra will be here, she's the leader, she'll throw the bomb.

If she misses, Trifonov is ready to throw a second one.

It's all planned, only you can stop them.

Please, find Aleksandra, talk to her.

I wrote her address here.

She'll listen to you.

She admires you for what you say and write.

Find her and talk to her, please.

Go to the police with this story, if there's any truth in it.

Save Aleksandra,

you're the only one who can.

Save her.

If you do, you'll save the Grand Duke and me too!

-May God forgive me. - I'll see the police get this.

You won't.

Maybe I won't, because you're a liar!

You're just a liar!

Save Aleksandra, she mustn't die!

Save her, you're the only one who can!

Why kill?

I know all about you.

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich, you're under arrest.

I know all about you.

Why kill? Just because it's the easiest way?

They're your words... Aleksandra mustn't die...

Fyodor Mikhailovich.

Sir?

A girl's here asking for you.

She says you have an appointment.

I'm not expecting anyone.

I showed her in.

What do you want?

I was asked to come here, Mr. Dostoevsky,

for your book.

I'm Anna Grigorjevna Snitkina, the stenographer.

Come in.

Please sit down.

Sit down.

I'm not sure this will work,

I've always...

done my own writing.

I had you come here

because I was forced to.

I need to work a lot.

A lot and very fast.

I can't waste any more time, as I did yesterday.

Yesterday, I wasted a whole afternoon

listening to a madman's ranting.

ls this method as fast as they say?

We'll have to work day and night.

Well?

What are you looking at?

I'll try you out.

Let's begin.

What did you say your name is?

Anna Grigorjevna Snitkina.

''I didn't kill to help my mother, or to be a humanitarian,

I just killed that's all, I killed for myself, only for me.

I didn't need money, but I had to know

If I was a man, or a louse like all the rest.''

Don't be frightened.

This isn't the book you'll be working on.

This is already written, almost all.

What are those scribbles?

It's stenography.

For you to read it, I have to transcribe it in normal letters.

Are you sure you know how to do it?

''I didn't kill to help my mother,

or to be a humanitarian.

I just killed that's all, I killed for myself...''

That's enough.

I have to go now.

Tell Avdotja to take you to a carriage.

I'll see you tomorrow, I'm counting on you.

At 11 o'clock, sharp.

No earlier, no later.

We have very little time.

Have you come to ask for an advance, or an extension?

I've come to ask for what you own me.

We agreed to final payment before delivery.

I know, here.

It's all ready.

How's the work going?

With less rush, it would go better.

Here's everything I own you.

Don't squander it this time,

stay away from the gambling table.

It's always been your ruin.

All the money will go straight to my creditors.

You might hold this payment for me.

What do you want then?

More time.

You have another five days, as we agreed.

If you refuse this money, that changes nothing for me.

It's too late to turn back.

Remember, five days, not a day more.

Hello.

I'd like an overcoat.

Would you like to choose from these?

Look.

How long will it take?

A month, at least two fittings, we're very busy.

I need one right away, I can't wait a month...

This one will do.

- But it's a floor model. - No matter, just so it's warm.

- You'll need a fitting. - Don't be concerned, I'll take it.

- How much do I own? - 400 rubles.

It's what I've got...

Here you are.

Thank you.

Stop right here!

Here's Gusiev, Inspector!

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich, you're under arrest.

Surname, name,

patronymic, age, religion.

Dostoevsky Fyodor Mikhailovich, 27, Orthodox faith.

Louder.

Orthodox faith.

Any personal capital? How do you provide for yourself?

My sustenance comes

from my literary work.

You are accused of belonging to a secret society

with subversive aims against the Orthodox church and Imperial power.

Come closer to the bench.

How do you defend yourself?

I still don't understand what I'm accused of.

Of discussing,

of expressing myself as a free thinker?

Has anyone

tried looking

into my soul?

Have any of you weighed the evil

and the destructive spirit

you accuse me of?

If free thought means

wanting the best for one's people,

then maybe I am, perhaps it's true.

I'm a free thinker.

What would be ''best'' for the people? Socialism, perhaps?

Socialism is a science

that's slowly fermenting.

You admit that you and your conspirator friends work for this...

what did you call it, slow fermentation?

The books on socialism are written

with intelligence, fervor.

Often pages of love for man kind.

I don't consider it as a crime against my country

to listen to ideas and discuss them.

But in this country, those who talk about politics speak in whispers,

almost secretly.

When to those who fear words.

spare us your pathetic ardor.

You won't make converts in this court room.

Tell us about the machine to print subversive material.

I don't know any thing about that.

And this?

This is a drawing of the machine

that you ordered from some craftsmen,

as they have testified.

- Where is this machine? - I don't know.

Do you have contact

with a criminal called...

Bakunin?

I've never met him.

I feel pity for you,

a poet!

A young writer, already renown,

who we must question

for a horrendous crime.

You've forgotten

the Czar's power is sacred,

divine.

Defendant Dostoevsky,

all we've heard from you today is falsehood, lies.

Do you know what you risk?

Why the priests?

We're atheists.

Kneel!

We break the sword!

You're no longer worthy to wield one

in defense of holy Mother Russia.

Dostoevsky Fyodor, Spesnev Nicolai,

Durov Aleksandr,

you've been condemned to capital punishment.

The sentence is execution by firing squad.

Stand.

Repent, my brothers, and kiss Christ.

One moment!

By order of His Majesty the Czar,

the condemned are pardoned...

My God,..

...the sentence is 10 years in Siberia.

Get out, move!

- Now what? -A chat with the Inspector.

Take the first group to the Interrogation Room.

-You can't treat me this way! - Move!

In silence!

Natalia Ivanovna...

What's going on?

Another police bust.

The attack still has no culprit.

Among them is a young man I know.

- A friend? - No.

I know him very little, simple curiosity.

Get out of here, it's not a good place to be.

There's too much tension in the city, people are afraid.

My husband too, is worried.

My niece Natasha, she studies music at the conservatory.

Goodbye.

Where are you going?

I have to speak to the police chief.

- Do you have an appointment? - No, but...

I must see a young man who was arrested today.

I have to give him this overcoat, his name's Gusiev.

- He has other concerns now. - Don't worry about him.

Your friend is now the Czar's guest,

he won't be needing your overcoat.

You shouldn't talk like that.

Here, it's a gift.

Thank you, sir.

Come with us.

Inside, where it's warm.

What a nice new overcoat!

I didn't steal it, that man gave it to me.

But it wasn't for you, come inside.

Gusiev.

Come in.

Come on in.

Sit down.

Have a seat, please.

There's nothing to be afraid of.

We'll take care of you.

You're going through a rough time,

your friends have deserted you, I know.

I respect young people like you who live for their ideals.

What ideals?

We know of your relationship with the terrorist group

responsible for the attack...

Talk to me about these acquaintances of yours.

stop, you've ruined everything.

Now nothing will be like it was.

Look...

now it's all back in order.

Thank you.

Don't answer right away.

Reflect,

if you think of anything...

the makeup of the group, their goals, where they are, who their leader is,

who keeps contact switch abroad...

someone must be in contact... with Bakunin.

You can answer me tomorrow, the day after...

we're in no hurry.

Thank you, you can return to your cell.

Take him back.

You'll find lots of dust to take care of there.

It will help you pass the time,

without being bored.

One more thing.

You had no visitors at the hospital?

Were you this quiet with Dostoevsky?

What did you tell him?

You took him to the portico, away from everyone.

Did you talk about your relationship with those criminals?

A reply?

To his cell.

The market place closes in an hour for the Grand Duke's passage.

- He comes by every year. - There'll be great celebration.

Aren't they late with preparations?

Last year they began earlier, but they'll be ready.

They'll even work at night to finish.

You're...

What?

You're...

Aleksandra, Gusiev's friend.

No, I'm Sonia.

You're Aleksandra.

I must speak to you.

Wait, I must speak to you!

Are you alright?

- You're following me? - No!

I'm here to visit a friend.

Would you like me to assist you?

Sure you don't need help?

Mr. Dostoevsky?

Look, a portrait.

It could be her.

Wait for me.

- I must see Natalia lvanovna. - Madame has guests.

It's urgent, she'll understand.

Wait here.

Mr. Dostoevsky is here, he says it's urgent.

What's wrong?

-Only you can help me. -What's happened?

The young man they arrested...

I didn't lie to you,

he's an acquaintance, a reader of mine,

nothing more, but...

I have to speak to him.

It's about something very important.

I don't see how I can help.

Your husband is Chief Appeals Court Prosecutor.

That means nothing, besides he's being transferred to Moscow.

I know your ideas and your heart.

Then you'll also know how delicate my position is.

I'm sorry,

I can't help you.

How long have we been working?

At least six hours,

but we can go on, if you like.

- I'm not tired. - Of course you aren't!

All you have to do is write!

While I... it's not just the book...

I have worries... terrible ones! A torment!

Let me do that.

Thank you for coming.

I appreciated your professor sending me

a young woman stenographer and not a man.

A man would have started drinking right away.

You won't do that, will you?

- Of course not! - Do I make you laugh?

I didn't mean to be disrespectful.

Don't feel guilty.

You're young, beautiful,

it's natural that you find me funny.

I'm sorry, they're already here.

Finally, some punctual Russians.

Where were we?

Don't worry.

When the book's done, I'll buy it all back from the pawn shop.

Please have one.

Sweets...

we can still afford.

Just a moment, wait.

Stop!

Here.

You can go.

show me the list, what else must you take?

Several months ago,

for an advance of3,000 rubles,

I signed a contract,

I should have refused.

But I had no choice.

Without that advance, I'd have ended up in jail,

for my debts.

I'm still a free man, as you see,

but at the same time,

I'm lost.

This contract

obliges me to deliver the novel by the end of the month.

If I don't, my publisher,

stellovsky, that usurer,

will take all the money I earn with my books for the next ten years!

I'm ruined.

All we have is four days.

I know, Anna, my sweet friend.

You're my last hope.

But we can't make it.

I can't write under these conditions,

I can't write

with a knife at my throat.

For an advance,

one miserable advance,

I've destroyed my life and my books!

Let's get back to work.

You dictate during the day,

and I'll transcribe it all at night,

meantime you'll work on the new part.

Damned Stellovsky!

''Once again I asked myself: do I really love her?

And once again,

I was unable to answer.

For the hundredth time,

the answer was that I hated her.

I hated her.''

You know what I ask myself

when I look at you?

You, so young

and so pained.

If you'd been in love,

maybe love would have saved you.

A passion,

an overwhelming passion.

Your mind would have been occupied

and your heart wouldn't have been lost following Bakunin,

following useless and bloody ideas,

destined for defeat.

It's not true what they say.

Often love saves off trouble,

but, not always.

Not always.

There are also passions,

infatuations,

that ruin us.

-A nice portrait. -Aleksandra!

Was she the leader?

Where is she?

I'm pleased that you've come to your senses.

Your physician said by now you were healed,

he was right.

I was starting to doubt him.

Where did you take her? I want to see her.

Talk first.

she has no part in this.

Return him to his cell.

Don't hurt her, please!

she has no part in this.

Don't hurt her!

Have the archive opened.

Hurry.

News from the hospital?

No one's asked for Gusiev, they must know of his arrest.

Aleksandra Svonoriova's home is still under surveillance.

On your feet!

- So? - He's still at home working.

He's dictating a novel to a young woman.

- Keep a watch on him. -Yes sir.

Why did a man like Dostoevsky go see Gusiev?

I keep asking myself.

Poets and writers, here it is...

Shall I read the last words you dictated to me?

It pains me to see you working in these conditions.

Would you like to sit?

- I can work on my feet. - No, please sit down.

Do you ever have nightmares?

I don't bear the weight you suffer.

If you knew someone was about to commit a crime,

What would you do?

I'd go to the police.

I'd like to help you,

I can't bear seeing you like this.

You're pale.

I'm making you work too hard,

and with all my raving.

One day your mother will come and ask account of it.

A walk would do you good.

We don't have time,

you said day and night, we have to finish.

I simply ask the honor of taking a walk with you.

When the mist rises...

Be careful.

Take my arm.

...I have the impression the whole city, populace, homes...

that it's all just a dream,

that everything might suddenly vanish,

evaporating in the mist.

The woman you speak of in your book

really existed?

But I haven't seen her for two years.

The leading character

is yourself?

When I write,

I draw from life.

Life is a thousand times richer than any story line.

But sometimes, the truth seems implausible,

it's our imagination which makes it more believable.

But don't confuse what I write with what I am.

The love story you tell

is so painful.

Often, when we fall in love,

it's just to lose ourselves,

or to hate.

No, that's not true.

This can happen in books,

not in life.

In life we fall in love because...

Freedom! Bakunin!

Stop, move back, don't react!

To the university!

The papers!

Go home.

- And you? - Don't worry, see you tomorrow.

Friends, brothers!

Long live the free Russian Republic!

Long live Bakunin!

Long live freedom!

Freedom!

In the all the schools and universities in Russia,

we must let our voices be heard.

What's your name?

- But you're... - Dostoevsky, you've come here!

-Will you talk to the students? - No, I'm looking for a girl.

People, long live the martyrs of Siberia!

The Cossacks!

The Cossacks!

Come down into the cellar.

Get inside!

- Damned bastards! - Shut up!

Why did you come? You're no longer one of us.

They won't do anything to you.

You're a writer, you should be on the people's side.

Get out of here!

You sold out to the Czar.

The Czar has abolished serfs,

he wants to change Russia.

Violence will only slows reforms.

Once you didn't talk like that.

Murderers!

I spent ten years in Siberia.

During those ten years,

I had time to change.

What do you know of the people?

I, though...

have known them.

When I was there,

fifty of us would sleep in revolting barracks,

on planks of rotten wood.

Among murderers, thieves,

Russians, Kalmucks,

Poles, Chechens, Armenians.

- What are you looking for? - They stole everything.

My last 10 rubles.

And my New Testament.

I'm sorry, Alej, I won't be able to teach you to read.

Who took the New Testament?

sons of bitches...

- Knock it off! - Who stole the New Testament?

I'll slit his throat!

He misses his New Testament!

He even wants to learn to read.

Now he'll never be a professor like his little friend.

You can still pray to God,

maybe He'll help you find it.

I've always lived in doubt,

but how can a condemned man give up God as well?

What's all this bedlam? Get back!

Get that table out there!

- I paid you? -Yes.

Then play!

Here's the little professor!

What a sad face!

Why don't you dance?

Thinkin' about the good old days?

The music's changed.

Dance!

Brigands, look!

A wounded eagle, I think it has a broken wing,

it can never fly again.

Beautiful!

Poor thing.

We have to heal it.

Heal it?

To have it live in here?

What life's that?

Back to work, come on!

What are you doing here?

- I have to work too. - Not with us.

You're always underfoot!

Go away, go to them!

Toy our friends the guards!

You artist, can't even stand up?

I'm a comrade of yours too.

What comrade are you to us?

Why do they treat you that way?

Why did they treat you that way?

Because I wasn't one of them.

- I was a writer. - But you were a political prisoner.

We were strangers...

just strangers.

We'd talk, discuss, about books, ideals,

but for them, who were illiterate, it meant nothing.

For them I was a foreigner, more than Alej, who was Chechen.

They were...

serfs.

They were the people.

How could they stand us?

Damn it, my hatchet!

My hatchet!

God dammit!

Get it back, now!

His hatchet fell?

Stop gawking, get back to work.

You two, hold his rope.

Give him line.

Loosen the grip!

I got it!

I lost it!

He'll never make it!

What's going on?

Commander,

Prisoner Gazin's hatchet fell in the water, he jumped in for it.

- They're pulling him up. - Let go of the rope!

What do you care, he's a murderer!

What's this, a mutiny?

- He'll die! - No lack of bastards here.

I order you to let go.

Do you want two hundred lashes?

Two hundred lashes for them both!

Gently.

Gently, careful.

Bakunin was in Siberia too, but he never betrayed.

The police have left the university, get out now!

Comrades, sons of Mother Russia, listen.

There's only one way to save the people: free them,

kill the ones suffocating them.

Get out right now, want the Cossacks coming back?

-Who would you start with? - The royal family.

Why are you staring at me?

There aren't so many, about thirty.

Come back, I have to talk to you.

Stop!

Wait, don't go away!

I finally found you.

That's enough!

''I'd dared to risk:

I was again a member of mankind.''

- Is my dictation too fast? - No, go on.

''I decided to leave that very day.

There, I'd never been a servant.

Half an hour before departure,

I went to gamble.

I made a couple ofstakes, and lost

1,500 florins.''

Gusiev?

Did you know him?

Of course he knew him,

isn't that true?

Come away!

Death by suffocation, he was strangled.

Strange, right here,

on the stairs to your home.

That's strange.

You won't believe this,

but I spent last night

immersed in reading something

gripping.

Instructive too.

It's your life.

Aren't interested in the folder?

Or maybe you dislike dust?

If you like, you can read it.

Everything's there.

Your sympathies in youth for Socialism, Siberia...

Your gambling.

Years ago I was in Baden Baden in the same hotel as you.

I saw you at the gambling table, transformed by the fever to win.

A different man.

Gusiev?

Wasn't he here with you?

Your friend wasn't well.

He wasn't right in the head, we freed him after just a few hours.

He was just an acquaintance.

So then, why did you want to give him an overcoat?

Are you always so generous with your acquaintances?

Maybe you didn't kill him yourself,

but I wonder why he was killed on your very stairs.

I feel you know his murderers.

What did they want to tell you? Was this a warning, a signal?

These days I've been working constantly on my book.

You see,

all your colleagues are here

and there's no record of Count Tolstoy,

or Turgenev, or Gogol,

having ever found a corpse around.

Listen,

if you ever need other details

or other information on my life or my sufferings, call me.

The only detail I'm interested in

is what Gusiev told you at the psychiatric hospital.

I'm waiting anxiously for that!

Pick everything up!

Just a moment, easy!

What do you want?

There was a man here yesterday with the students: tall, dark skin.

Do you know where I can find him?

I've seen him just a few times, he talks with the students.

I think he's a dock hand at the Moika.

Monsters! Pieces of shit!

Leave her alone!

I'd rather cut it off than come with you.

Cut it off, for all its good!

Come with me, I'll make you feel real good.

Lord, all these sins!

Lord, help them, forgive them!

You took all I had!

You slut, I'll kill you.

You're rich?

Give me a handful of coins.

Give me a ruble, you rich pig!

You can't just walk away.

May their eyes be opened, God, forgive them.

Lay Your merciful hand on them!

I'm good, a real artist, you'll love it.

- What's that guy lookin' at? - Lookin' for company.

Who are you? What are you lookin' for?

What more do you want from us?

Why did you kill Gusiev, he was one of your own.

He's dead?

Good, the Third Section did our work for us.

The police say you did it.

Why did you kill him?

He must have died at their hands, it's the Imperial Chancellery's way.

You should know, didn't you learn anything in Siberia?

- I have to talk to Aleksandra. - I don't know her.

You knew Gusiev well.

If I see you again I'll kill you and they won't say it was the police!

Let's go!

Hurry.

Come in.

- Inspector General... - ''Gogol''.

Is it you who killed him?

Care for some tea?

- Did you kill him? - No.

Do you know why you accuse us?

You feel responsible

and you must find a culprit.

His comrades didn't kill him.

How do you know that?

There's just one way to give a sense to that boy's death:

talk to us about his murderers.

I don't know who they are.

If you'd come directly to me, Gusiev would still be alive.

Your silence got him killed.

And this torments you.

- I'm tired. - We've almost finished.

You're beautiful,

do you know that?

Will you deliver the novel without the last sentence?

You're right, let's go on.

''I won.

I left the gambling house twenty minutes later

with 170 florins in my pocket.

That's what it can mean sometimes, to bet

your last florin.

And if I hadn't had the courage?

Hadn't dared decide?

What would have happened?

Tomorrow...

Tomorrow

it will all be over.''

Is that it?

That's it.

- What do you want? - I have a book for stellovsky.

His Excellency will return tomorrow.

Open up!

I have a contract that requires delivery today

and your lord knew it!

He knew it!

My lord told me to accept no deliveries.

He knew it.

Give me your hand.

It runs on water.

Interesting, isn't it?

You're the niece...

Aleksandra Svonoriova.

What do you want from me?

One of your comrades told me everything,

Gusiev.

I know what you're planning,

I've come to tell you

not to kill...

and not to get killed.

Enough death,

enough madness.

Our country needs young people like yourselves.

But it's not with blood that we can give birth to a new future.

Gusiev was in love with you.

He told me to find you, he didn't want you to waste your life,

as he did.

You're saying things we already know.

Do you propose we give up fighting

and wait for the rich to be ashamed of their wealth?

You wrote that.

Should we resign ourselves?

stand by and watch?

The poor should be docile as their children die of hunger

as their girls become prostitutes!

Have you come to tell us this?

Between you and the people you say you're fighting for, there's an abyss

which gets deeper every day.

With bloody streets, bombs, corpses, you won't convince the people!

-That's not true! - It is!

The people will thank us,

they just have to be awakened.

This is just the beginning.

Go ahead and wait for the world to be better,

with your bland faith.

We'd rather fight,

as you once did.

You fought and incited to fight.

Put them there.

We're young, you're a frightened old man.

-That's true. -You've betrayed the revolution.

I never thought of killing anyone,

not even when I was young.

- That's bad. - Bad?

You can kill a thousand to save millions.

The people will never follow you,

and God, God will punish you!

They'll explode today.

Did you think you'd convince us differently?

But, if you yourself want this attack to happen...

Did you do the inspection at the Moika?

You can't enter, the inspector is busy.

- It's urgent. - You cannot, stop!

They're going to kill the Grand Duke.

This evening at 6, in the marketplace.

- Who told you? - Gusiev, at the psychiatric asylum.

And his comrades, Aleksandra Svonoriova and Trifonov.

- I've met with all of them. - Where, when?

In the abandoned factory at the Moika, half an hour ago.

Get me Sprovtzev, now!

Why did you come so late?

Because I'm their leader.

I'm the one who took Bakunin's place, everyone knows that.

You, Bakunin?

Go home and rest,

I have things to do now.

I've been waiting for you.

Too late, they've already left.

But don't worry,

the marketplace is surrounded and the carriage will change route,

the Grand Duke no longer runs a risk.

Sit down.

Please, sit down.

Last night,

I nosed around in your life again.

A stirring life,

perhaps more than your novels

and I understood something:

your deportation didn't last ten years,

but your entire life,

between nightmares and fears.

Hear the ticking of that clock?

Everything here is in abandon, but it: ''Tic, tac...''

Know why you're here?

You've written the answer yourself.

''The need to throw yourself into the abyss

to look at the bottom

and then come crawling back up.''

But it's not just that.

You feel responsible for their acts

and you're right.

Your books

are much more inflammatory than Bakunin's terrorist proclamations.

That's not true.

I've fought against him my whole life,

against fanaticism, violence.

All your novels seem to be against the revolutionaries,

but in reality, you demonstrate very well

the need for that struggle.

In any case, you're right.

Is that you saying so?

I've always had to deal with criminal politicians,

Fourier, Proudhon, Marx, Bakunin...

Do you know what I think?

That, deep down,

there's truth in what they say.

Then why do you fight them?

I'm sure the revolution will win.

But I'm paid

to see it happen as late as possible.

What's that in your hand?

- Nothing that concerns you. - Your latest novel?

You should have delivered it today to Stellovsky,

but that shark wasn't around.

A real problem.

Give it to me.

No.

Give me the manuscript.

It's your receipt of delivery.

To divulge and protect art

is one the duties of the State

and of its civil servants.

I too, have a confession to make.

Gusiev wasn't murdered by anyone,

he hanged himself

in his cell.

I had the body taken to your building,

I hoped to learn if you knew something.

The methods of the Third Section of the Imperial Chancellery.

Don't go overboard,

it can become dangerous.

Every abyss has its bottom.

I went to the police.

What?

- What did you tell them? - Everything I knew.

Why did you do that?

Why?

Are you crazy?

You shouldn't have come here.

The house is under surveillance.

- More police are coming. - Show me the back door.

I gave them the time and place of the attack.

All precautionary measures have been taken,

you can no longer act.

Don't worry, everyone's in position.

- You don't see, they'll arrest you. - No!

There's one thing you couldn't tell the police.

The place of the attack.

We changed it.

I knew you'd report us.

Hurry, there's little time.

I've known your name since I was a child.

You've no idea how ardently I read your novels.

A few years ago I heard you speak.

For me, you weren't just a great writer,

but a man returning from Siberia.

You read ''The Prophet'' by Puskin.

You read with strength and fervor.

The hall was swept up by your words.

When you spoke the final verses,

I knew the waiting was over,

it was time to act.

So, when you wanted to see me,

I just couldn't say no.

We'll go via the attic and rooftops, hurry!

- I'm coming with you. - No, goodbye.

-Wait for me! -Go!

I'm coming too.

Hurry!

I'll help you.

- It's nothing. - Lean on me.

The door, hurry! Break it down!

This is madness, you're going to your death!

Why do you want to die?

Why?

I'm sorry, you can't understand...

it's too late for you.

- They're waiting at the cathedral. -At the cathedral?

That's where the attack will be.

I know you won't betray me this time.

- Don't go! - Farewell.

Don't go!

As Chief Appeals Court Prosecutor you must report to the supreme Court.

It is my duty.

Did your niece come here often?

You said she didn't live here.

You surely can give us essential useful information.

Where have you been?

The Grand Duke has requested your presence at the 5 o'clock reception,

and there's your literary evening.

I know, I'm aware,

I have to speak to the Grand Duke.

-You're still here? -You said to wait for you.

Did it go well?

- Were you able to deliver the book? -Yes.

I must see the Grand Duke at 5 and I'm not ready,

at 5 o'clock precisely.

Gentlemen, here's our awaited guest.

This man is not only a gifted writer,

but is one who battles for the great destiny of our empire,

for the Orthodox faith, for the Russian people.

Marquess Tikhonova, it is my honor to introduce Dostoevsky.

I'm honored to meet you.

I thank you, Marquess.

- When will the Grand Duke arrive? - In a few moments.

How's your new novel coming?

Very well.

I read the latest chapter of your ''Diary of a Writer''.

There are some fundamental ideas which the people must know...

Welcome!

They exaggerate, my dear sir.

The Russian people, and I know them well, are a healthy people.

When will the Grand Duke arrive? I must speak to him.

A few moments yet, don't worry, you'll speak to him.

Nihilism and all ideas of that ilk,

are totally extraneous to the people and their souls,

like the idea of our revolutionaries to kill the Czar.

These criminals don't realize that, for the Russian people,

the Czar isn't king,

like for the French and English, but a father, the father of us all!

I fear patriotism is in decline,

especially among the young people and not only at universities...

We're living in troubled times,

Bakunin's ideas are a poison that invades the veins of our youth.

For many it becomes a religion which keeps making converts,

but we all must fight these subversive ideas!

Please sit down.

You know...

a very strange idea has just come to mind.

We're here, we listen, applaud,

but it's just a dream.

suddenly we wake up

and no one's here anymore,

we've all disappeared,

vanished.

Excuse me please.

We must tell the guests.

The Grand Duke will not honor us with his presence,

he'll go directly to the cathedral for the Memorial Mass...

You must stop him,

I implore you, stop the Grand Duke,

he absolutely must not go to the cathedral.

If he goes to the cathedral...

he'll die.

What are you saying? Are you well?

What's got into him?

Oh, my God!

Just a moment!

Why didn't you open to me?

Fyodor Mikhailovich had another attack, a very violent one.

- It's the fourth today. - Watch the children.

What was the country like?

- Nice. - But it rained.

Fedya!

do you know me?

Come on!

We made the driver rush.

I thought I'd be late

for the literary evening.

Drink a little.

Anya...

Where have you been?

In the country.

How long?

A week.

-A week? -Yes.

But we just finished today

writing our book.

That was ten years ago,

when we met.

You've been very ill, haven't you?

Come on.

Don't you remember?

You helped me dress for the literary evening, didn't you?

We must inform the Circle, it's best you don't go.

You're beautiful...

You're a bit better, aren't you?

There was a little boy here.

It must have been yesterday,

he was playing with sticks to warm me.

I'm very happy I met you.

Let's sit down.

I feel the end is near.

What are you saying?

I wasn't able to do it.

I wasn't able to comprehend the mystery of Man.

He moves further from God every day,

who knows what he'll find.

Fyodor!

- Did you hear that? - What?

Fyodor, it's healed!

Fedya, stay here!

Where are you going?

Fedya, now we can free him!

Let's go outside, let's free him.

Come on!

Let him go.

How beautiful!

He smelled freedom.

Freedom...

Freedom...