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PESCRUUL

Why do you always wear black?

I carry the mourning of my life.

- I'm unhappy. - Why are you unhappy? I don't understand ...

You are healthy, and your father, although he is not rich, he lacks nothing.

My life is much harder than yours. I earn 23 rubles a month.

And some of them I keep for retirement. And yet I do not mourn.

It's not about money. And a poor man can be happy.

That, in theory. We don't practice, it's different.

There are many of me, my mother, two sisters and a brother.

And my salary is only 23 rubles per month.

With the money, he knew how to eat And should we all drink?

We need tea, sugar and tobacco. Do it, if you can.

- The show will start soon. - Yes.

Nina will play, and the play is by Konstantin.

They're in love tonight, and their souls will unite

Not the desire to create a unique artistic image.

Our souls, however, have nothing in common. I love you.

I can't stay home because I miss you.

I walk seven verses every day I took him back and seven to come back to see you ...

- And I meet only indifference. - You're talking nonsense.

Your love bothers me.

I can't answer you the same way, that's all.

- Please... - I don't take it, thank you.

The air is exhausting. There will be a storm at night.

You either do philosophy, or you talk about money.

There is no evil for you greater than poverty.

It's a thousand times easier for me s� umbli �n zdren�e �i s� cer�e�ti dec�t ...

But it makes no sense. You can't understand.

Dear friends, I will let you know when I have I need you. Now please leave.

Maa, you want to tell your father to untie the dog?

He screamed all the time.

My sister couldn't sleep all night.

Talk to my dad, don't put me on! I'm sorry.

Tell us when you're doing this, okay?

The dog will bark all night again!

It's funny, I didn't succeed ... we didn't succeed let's get used to living in the country.

Well, there were times when on vacation he came here to rest.

You know the saying. But then, one thing or another started to appear ...

so from day one the only thing that he wanted him to leave here.

I've always been happy to leave here, but now that I've retired ...

He has no other place to go. A�a c�, he has to stay with me, whether he wants to or not.

God, he's going to take a bath.

Very well, but to be back in ten minutes. We'll start soon.

Yes.

Well... That's the whole theater.

Curtain, backstage and beyond, nothing.

No decor. Only the lake that can be seen in the distance.

We raise the curtain at half past nine. Until then, the moon will rise.

Wonderful.

If Nina is late, I've lost all effect. He should have been here.

Her stepfather and mother kept her under lock and key.

It would be easier for him to escape from prison than to leave home.

You have ruffled hair and beard. Shouldn't you get a haircut?

This is the tragedy of my life.

In my youth we looked like I would have been forever drunk.

I have never been successful with women.

- Why is my sister in a bad mood? - Why ?

Getting bored ... Ei is jealous�.

It's against me, against me of the show, against my play,

because she doesn't play in it, in Nina.

He's upset because here on this little stage, Nina will be successful and not her!

My mother is a psychological curiosity. He has talent, he has no doubt.

She's smart, she can't cry Don't laugh when you read a book,

He cares for the sick like an angel, but Try to brag about Duse in front of her!

You just have to brag about it ... just write about it ...

cheer her on for her game In "The Lady with the Camels" or "The Beast of Life".

How here in �ar�, no such "drunk" is found,

he gets bored and angry.

We are all her enemies and she is enough she doesn't like anything around her.

She's more superstitious! He is afraid of three candles and the number 13.

Then she's miserable! He has 75,000 rubles in the bank, I'm sure.

But if you apply for a loan, Start crying!

He had no idea that your mother won't like the song,

And that makes you restless.

Don't worry so much. My mother adored you.

I love you ...

He doesn't love me ...

I love you ... He doesn't love me ...

I love you ... He doesn't love me.

See ? My mother doesn't love me. Of course he doesn't love me.

She wants to live, to love, wear brightly colored clothes.

I am 25 years old and I always remember that he is no longer young.

When I'm not with her, she's 32 when they are, they have to admit their 43 years.

He knows that the theater, in its current form, it means nothing to me.

She adores him! It seems to him that he is in the service of mankind.

He regards theater as a sacred art.

In my opinion, contemporary theater He's dead, he's just routine.

When the curtain rises And in three-walled rooms,

illuminated with artificial lights, these great talents,

priests of holy art, I'm starting to imitate the way people eat,

how I drink, how I love, how I walk, how they wear their ordinary clothes ...

When from a few scenes and images vulgar people dare to take out a morale,

a poor moral for everyone to understand And useful in everyday life.

When I always serve myself, always the same thing, In thousands of variations,

I feel like running away Maupassant in front of the Eiffel Tower,

because of its vulgarity!

You can't live without him! Without theater, I mean.

We need a change ... New forms must be sought.

If we can't find them, they better be nothing.

I love my mom i love her a lot but she leads a life full of absurdity.

She always drags him after her on that writer!

Her name always appears in the newspapers of scandal and that tires me.

Sometimes selfishness speaks to me ordinary man ...

And I regret that my mother is a well-known actress.

It seems to me that I would be much happier if she were an ordinary woman.

There is, Uncle, a more desperate situation And stupider than that?

Mama and �n permanen�� �nconjurat� of famous artists and writers ...

and among them, I am nothing.

What am I ? Who am I ?

I left university after three years, for reasons of force majeure,

without any talent And without any money in his pocket.

No passport, I passed as a town in Kiev.

Like Dad, although he was a well-known actor.

When all these artists and writers they were kind enough to pay attention to me,

it was as if he had measured me in terms of mediocrity.

I guessed their thoughts. The humiliation was unbearable.

Tell me, what kind of man he is This novelist?

I can't get a picture of him. He barely opens his mouth.

He's smart, naive, perhaps a little inclined to melancholy.

It's very nice.

He's not even 45, he's famous, And the celebrity.

His writings are enjoyable to read. He has talent.

But after Tolstoy or Zola, I can't read Trigorin anymore.

I have to admit that I like literature.

Sometimes, not young, I longed for two things.

To marry and become literate.

But I didn't succeed in either.

I would have loved to be even a smaller writer.

- Kostia! - Someone's coming.

I can't live without it. Even the sound of her footsteps delights me.

I'm so happy!

I wasn't late, was I? No, late.

No, you're not late.

I've been so nervous all day ... I was afraid my father would not let me come.

But he went out a little with my stepmother. And then I ran like the wind ...

I'm happy to be here.

Those eyes screamed a little.

- And that's not fair. - There is nothing.

See how I blow ...

We have to leave soon, let's hurry.

I can't stay too long, Dad doesn't know I'm here.

- Yes, it should start now. I'm going to ... - Go, son.

There are grenadiers in France ...

As soon as I started singing ...

an officer told me, "Excellency, he has a very strong voice."

Then he looked back and added, "But it's ugly."

My father and wife won't let me come here. I feel like the bohemian atmosphere.

They're afraid of something I'm an actress.

But this place attracts me ...

I'm like a seagull. My soul is yours.

We are alone.

"I thought I heard someone." - There's no one.

- What tree is this? - An elm tree.

Why is it so dark?

It's almost dark. It's getting dark now.

- Let him come, otherwise we would be tormented. - What should I do? How can I help him?

Do you want to come back with you, Nina?

I'll be in the garden all night looking at your window.

No, it's impossible. The guards would see you.

They're not used to you and they'll bark.

I love you.

Who is ? Are you, Jacob?

Did you bring alcohol and pumice?

When those red eyes appear, it must smell pumice.

Everything is ready.

- Are you excited? - Yes, Verry.

I'm not afraid of your mother, but I know it's Trigorin too.

I'm terrified of playing in front of him. He is a famous writer.

- What about you? - Yes.

- His stories are wonderful. - I don't know, I haven't read them.

Your play is not easy to play. It has no living characters ...

Why have living characters?

No sense in telling you now - I don't wanna ruin the suprise as it is or as we would like it to be,

but only as we do not imagine In the fantasies, in our nightmares!

Your play has little action.

In my opinion, in a play it must exist definitely love ...

It's very humid outside. Come home and put on your galoshes.

I'm hot.

It's not as it should be. Don't be so stubborn.

You're just a doctor And you know that humid air is a problem.

You want to make me suffer.

Last night you stayed all the time Deliberately on the terrace.

You were so caught up in the conversation with Arkadina that he didn't even realize how cold it was.

Come on, admit it. You're behind her.

- I'm almost 60 years old. - And what?

It's not that much for a man. And you are doing very well, you still attract women easily.

What do you mean by that?

You are all the same. You fall to the ground in front of an actress.

I'm in front of you again ...

It is in the nature of things as in society artists to be loved

And be treated differently from merchants, for example.

That means idealism.

Women have always lost their heads after you. And is that still idealism?

What can I say? Women have always treated me well.

They kept me, first of all, because I was a good doctor.

Remember that 10-15 years ago Was I the only reliable obstetrician?

And besides that, I've always been a gentleman.

Someone is coming!

You played magnificently at the poltave fair, since 1873.

It was a joy to watch her! God, how are you playing!

Do you know where the comedian Pavel Ciadin is?

He was the best in the role of Raspliniev. He was better than Sadovsky, I swear to you!

Where is she now?

You only ask me about people who lived before the flood.

How do I know?

Pavel Ciadin! There are no more actors like him.

The theater is dead, Irina Nikolaevna! What strong oaks were before!

Now they're just stumps.

Indeed, today there are few brilliant talents ...

but the average standards are also higher as before.

I don't think so. But that's a matter of taste.

- "De gustibus aut bene, aut nihil." - "De mor�i� ..."

- When does it start, my dear? - Suddenly, you have a little patience.

Hamlet no longer spoke ... his eyes seemed to You turned them upside down now and I see

To the bottom of my being so many spots,

to ask, Will they be deleted again?

Lasima-m� s�-�i smulg inima, Because I'll do it anyway, if I can ...

Yes, Pavel Ciadin he was unsurpassed in that role.

Ladies and gentlemen, let's get started. Attention, you tog!

You, ancient and revered shadows, what do you get up at night over the lake ...

adormi�i-ne, c� s� vis�m which will be over 200,000 years.

There will be nothing in 200,000 years.

Then let's see what this nothing will look like.

Yes, but hurry up. We are already half asleep.

Men and women, lions, eagles and partridges,

reindeer with curled horns, g�tele, p�iamjenii,

The mute fish of the waters, the stars of the sea And all that is invisible to the eye,

In a word, all living things, all, all are extinguished,

after they ended the sad cycle of their lives.

It's been thousands of centuries the earth no longer carried a living being.

And this poor moon He lights the candle in vain.

The roosters don't wake up hiding in the meadow

The crabs can no longer be heard through lime branches.

E frig, frig, frig ... It's deserted, deserted, deserted ...

E �nfrico��tor, �nfrico��tor, �nfrico��tor ... The bodies of living beings have been destroyed.

The eternal spirit changed them No stones, no water, no mud.

And the souls of all have merged In one.

And the soul of the world is me.

In me it is the soul of Alexander the Great And of Caesar,

of Shakespeare and Napoleon And the soul of the last leech.

In me, human reason it merged with the instincts of the animals.

I remember everything, everything, everything

And I find in me every part of my life.

- It's very modern. Decadent... - Mom!

I'm alone�.

Once in a hundred years I open my lips to speak

But my voice sounds sad In this wilderness and no one hears me.

You, pale fires, can't hear me either.

Mla�tina putred� v� d� na�tere in the morning and wander until evening,

but without thoughts, without will, without the spark of life.

For fear of you not to light life again ...

the devil, the father of eternal matter, change the composition of your atoms ...

And so you constantly pretend.

In the universe, only the spirit remains forever the same and unchanged.

Like a prisoner thrown into a f�nt�n� ad�nc� �i goal�,

I don't know where I am or what awaits me.

Only one thing was revealed to me.

That, after a fierce battle with the devil, The embodiment of the forces of matter ...

I will be triumphant.

And then matter and spirit they will merge into a perfect harmony

And the kingdom of the Universal Will will come.

But this will only happen after millions and millions of years,

When the Moon, the bright Sirius And the earth will be turned to dust.

Until then, only fear, fear, fear ...

Here is my strong opponent. The devil!

I see the fierce purple eyes.

"It smells like pumice." Intentional? - Yes.

- It has an effect. - Mom!

You took off your hat. Put it on your head. O s r�ce�ti!

Mom!

The doctor took off his hat in front of the devil, the father of eternal matter.

The song is over! That's enough ! Curtain!

- Why did you get angry? - That's enough ! Jacob, leave the curtain!

Forgive me ...

I lost sight that only a few others can write songs,

I broke the rule! For me...

Those with him ?

Irina, you shouldn't stay like that the pride of a young man.

"But what did I tell him?" - You offended him.

He warned us it was just a joke. I took it as a joke.

- However ... - And now ...

I understand that he imagines that he wrote the masterpiece!

He set up this show, he poisoned us with pumice,

no kidding, but to give us a moral lesson.

He wants to teach us how it should be let's write and play!

It got really tiring.

These outbursts and his impromptu starts I'm getting out of trouble.

- He's a boy with moods and arrogance. - He wanted to have fun.

Really ?! However, he did not choose an ordinary piece.

He forced us to listen to this nonsense decadent and meaningless!

I'm willing to listen nonsense for the sake of the joke,

but here are the pretensions of creation of new forms,

of a new era in art.

In my opinion, we have nothing to do with new forms, but with an unbearable character.

Everyone is free to write what they want And as good as he can.

All he has to do is write what he wants And as well as he can,

but leave me alone!

- Jupiter, you're upset. - I'm not Jupiter, I'm a poor woman.

It hurts like a young man He spends his time so dull!

I didn't mean to offend him.

What a right we have to separate the spirit of matter,

when the spirit can only be o Nm�nunchiere of material atoms?

Someone should write a play about teachers like me

In which we can see how we live And plays to be staged.

It's a very hard life, you know.

It's true, but let's not talk anymore about atoms or parts.

It's too beautiful an evening!

Listen, someone is singing.

- It's great ! - It's on the other side.

Boris, come and stay with me.

10-15 years ago they were heard every night music and songs here at the lake.

There are six mansions nearby.

I remember. There was noise, laughter, gunfire ...

And endless love adventures ...

And everyone's favorite Do you know who he was?

The charming Dr. Evgheni Dorn.

And now it's charming, but at the time it was irresistible.

He began to show me his conscience.

Why did I yell at my boy? I'm worried.

Kostia! Son! Kostia!

I'm going to look for him! Constantine!

"Constantine!" "Well done!" Bravo!

We're not going any further, so I can get out.

- Bravo, bravo! - Good evening.

We all admired you.

With your face and a voice so beautiful

It's a shame to bury yourself in the country.

I'm sure you have talent. You have to play theater.

Dream about it, but it will never be fulfilled.

Who knows? Let me introduce Boris Trigorin.

I'm glad! I read everything you wrote.

Don't get upset ... He is famous, but he has a simple soul.

See. He hurried too.

Shouldn't we lower the curtain? It looks weird.

Jacob, boy, take the curtain down!

Isn't that a weird piece?

I didn't understand anything. Otherwise, I listened to her with pleasure.

You played it so sincerely, and the decor is wonderful!

- There must be a lot of fish in the lake. - Yes.

I like fishing.

I don't like anything more than to sit on the bench at dusk ...

And look at the fishing raft.

I thought it was for someone who experienced the pleasures of creation ...

there can be no other pleasures.

Don't talk to him like that, my dear.

When he hears such beautiful words, He loses his temper.

Remember, at one time, at the Moscow Opera, the famous Silva took a "do" from below ...

when, to our surprise, �i parc� �nadins,

a bass, a song of ours of the church choir, shouted from the gallery,

"Bravo Silva", one octave lower.

Cam a�a, "Bravo Silva!"

The whole room is crowded.

An angel of peace has passed.

It's time to go. Goodbye.

Why so early? We won't let you go!

"My father is waiting for me." - What a monster!

Well, if nothing else ... We are very, very sorry that you are leaving.

If you know how hard it is for me to leave.

- Someone lead you, my dear. - No no no !

- Stay tuned. - I can't, I really can't.

"Oh, at least." Why not ? - I can not.

And the damn girl.

It is said that her deceased mother left them Her husband's entire fortune.

Now the girl has nothing left, because her father did not make her a will

He left everything to his second wife. It's revolting!

Yes, it's revolting! Her father is a great bastard!

Let's go, friends, it's very damp. My legs hurt.

You barely move your legs.

It's like wood. Let's go, unhappy old man.

- My good wife? - I heard the dog howling again.

Couldn't take the chain anymore, Amraiev?

I can't, it's there to stay away barn thieves.

I still get there.

Yes, he said an octave below, "Bravo, Silva!"

And he wasn't a real singer, it was just one of the parish choirs.

Only a member of a parish choir?

- They all left. - I'm here.

I'm looking for a garden. What an unbearable being!

Konstantin, you know I liked the song. Very much.

I understood everything, but there's something in it ...

When that girl was talking about loneliness ...

And when the red eyes of the devil were seen ...

my hands shook with emotion.

He had something full of ... freshness and innocence ...

It's a weird piece And I didn't even hear the end of it.

However, I was very impressed.

You have talent ! You have to keep going.

How sensitive you are! They brought tears to her eyes.

I wanted to tell you that ... You chose your subject from the world of abstract ideas.

You did well, because it's a work of art it must express a great idea.

Only serious things they can be really beautiful.

How pale you are!

- Do you want me to continue? - Yes.

But write only about what is important And forever.

I had a very full life And I enjoyed every moment.

I was happy, I think.

But if I had experienced that spiritual exaltation which breathes the artist ...

when creating ...

I think you would be dismissed with contempt My material wrap ...

And you would have rushed to the heights, leaving the Earth behind.

Excuse me, where's Nina? Excuse me, where's Nina?

He went home.

What can I do? I need it.

- I'm going to see her. You have to ... "Constantine!"

Enter the house, your mother is waiting for you. He is worried.

Tell him I'm gone.

And I beg you all to leave me alone. Stop following me!

My dear, it doesn't work that way. It's not good.

Goodbye, doctor. Thank you.

Tinere�e, tinere�e ...

When I can't find anything to say, people say, "young, young" ...

It's a disgusting habit!

It seems to me that I hear music from the house. Let's go in too.

Wait a minute.

For what ?

I want to tell you one more time.

I want to talk to you.

I don't love my father.

You, ns�, open my heart.

I feel like you're close to me.

Help m ...

Help me ... or I'll do something stupid.

I'll make fun of my life. I will destroy you.

I can't go on like this.

What can I do? How can I help you?

I'm unhappy.

Nobody knows how much I suffer.

I love him ... I love Konstantin.

How upset they all are ... With all ...

Love...

And how much love ...

So much love!

It must be an enchanted lake.

How can I help you, my child?

How can I help ?

Now ! Goodbye !

That's it !

Come and stay with me.

You are 22 years old ... and I almost twice as much.

Doctor, who looks younger among us?

- You, of course. - Did you see?

Do you know why?

Because I work, I'm struggling all day ...

I feel everything strong, and you always stay put.

You don't live, that's the reason.

And I have another golden rule, never think about the future.

I never think about death or in old age.

You can't avoid what's going to happen.

And I feel it as if I had been born a long time ago.

I drag my life after me like a burden, like an endless train.

Often, I have no desire for life.

This is all nonsense, I know. I have to come back and forget about them.

And one more thing ... I'm disciplined like an Englishman.

I'm always out of the box, as the saying goes.

I'm always dressed and styled properly.

Never allow me to leave the house, be it only in the garden

only in a blouse or uncombed. Never!

That's why I'm fine, because I've never been wide.

I did not allow myself to be neglected, like others.

As you can see, I'm full of life And ready to play the role of a little girl ...

15 years.

I better start reading.

We stopped at the corn merchant Lai la �obolani.

Yes, the rats. Read on!

No, give me the book. I read, it's my turn.

Ah ... the rats ... Here...

It's just as dangerous for people of the world to encourage novelists,

how much is it for a corn merchant s� grow �ololani �n hambar.

However, writers are loved.

When a woman set her eyes on a writer which he wants to conquer ...

It overwhelms him with praise, compliments �i r�sf��uri.

I don't know, maybe that's the French way. We don't wear that.

We are not good at strategies.

Here, our women, Before seducing a writer,

they are already in love with him up to the head.

I assure you.

We don't even have to look too far. Look at me and Trigorin.

We are happy today, finally!

My father and stepmother left for the city And for three days we are free ...

I'm so happy! Now, I'm just yours.

It's beautiful fire today!

What a gorgeous dress! She's a good girl, that's it.

But let's not praise you too much, c� te deochem.

- Where's Trigorin? - Next to the bathroom. Pescuiete.

I don't understand why he doesn't get bored.

- What are you reading? - Maipassant, "Sur l'eau", draga mea.

But, it's not interesting anymore And not really.

I feel restless.

Tell me ...

What's wrong with my son? Why is it so boring?

and he spends his days on the lake. I hardly see him at all.

He is unhappy in his soul.

Please, read us something from his play.

Do you really want that? Do you find it interesting?

When he reads aloud, he blinks.

He has a sad, beautiful voice He behaves like a poet.

Good night.

Peter!

- Are you sleeping ? - Not at all.

Know that you don't care enough.

You're hurting, my dear.

I'd like to get some dust, but the doctor doesn't want to give it to me!

- Why take dust at 65? - And at 65 you want to live!

You can take a few drops of valerian.

I think it would catch them better to go to the boys, to do a cure.

Yes, it could, but on the other hand they may not fit well.

- Understand something else, if you can. - You don't even have anything.

- It's clear, he has to quit smoking. - Nonsense!

No, it's not nonsense!

Wine and tobacco spoil the personality.

After a glass of vodka or a cigar, you are no longer P.M. Sorin.

In P.M. Sorin plus someone else.

Your self is falling apart and you are leaving with you how you would treat someone else.

- With a Mr. X ... - It's easy to judge others.

You lived your life. But I ?

I worked for three years at the Ministry of Justice but I haven't lived yet.

I didn't really enjoy anything And, of course, I want to live.

You had everything you wanted And you don't care anymore.

That's why you tend to philosophize! As for me, I want to live!

That's why I drink cherry at the table And I smoke leaf cigarettes. That's it !

Life must be taken seriously.

Take care of yourself at 65 And regret that you did not enjoy life,

that, forgive me, is frivolous.

It's meal time.

He numb my leg.

Now he goes and drinks a glass or two before dinner.

"She has no joy." - Nonsense, Excellency, nonsense!

You reason like a man who he had them all.

What could be more boring than the sweet boredom of the country?

It's warm, it's quiet, nobody does anything, everyone philosophizes.

I like to talk to you, friends, I like these discussions ...

but it's much more enjoyable to teach me the role In a hotel room.

It must be wonderful! I understand you very well.

Of course, it's better in town.

Stay in the office, the footman leaves no one to go unannounced ...

you have a telephone, you have street phones And all that ...

Here they are!

They are all. Hello.

I'm glad to see you all healthy.

My wife says you want to go Together with her in town.

- Is that true? - Yes, that's what I was thinking.

Very well. But what are you going with?

Today is a dry season And all the guys are busy.

And with horses, if you allow me to ask?

With what horses?

Do I know what horses?

- We have carriages. - You have carriages ...

And where to get harnesses? Where from ?

It's unimaginable! I can't believe it.

Forgive me, I bow to talent your

I sacrifice ten years of my life for you, but I can't give you horses!

But what if I have to go to town? It's very curious ...

God, you don't know what it means to be busy of a household.

Again, the old story. If so, I'm leaving for Moscow.

Bargain, please, some horses from the village, otherwise I walk to the train station.

Then I resign! And you will find another administrator!

This is pure insolence! I've never heard of such a thing. I'm tired!

Let all the horses be brought! Now !

Don't worry. We'll take you.

Stay with my sister. Ask her not to leave.

Isn't that right? All at once! You are a hard man to bear!

A real monster!

He's horrible.

Yes, but don't get angry. I'll talk to him.

How tiring people are ...

Your husband should be kicked out the door.

But you will see that, in the end, this woman The old man and his sister will ask forgiveness.

He also sent carriages to the field. There are misunderstandings every day.

Because you torment me! M� �mboln�vesc.

Look, I'm shaking ... I can't stand his misery anymore!

My boyfriend, take me with you. Time passes, we do not rejuvenate.

Let's not hide, let's not lie, at least now, at the end of life.

I am 55 years old. It's too late to change my life.

You refuse, because there are others And other women in your life.

You can't take them all with you, I understand. I know you're fed up with me, too.

- No, it's not like that. - I'm jealous.

You're a doctor, you can't help but see women. I understand ...

How's it going?

Arkadina cried And her brother has an asthma attack.

Okay, I'll give them a few drops de valerian�.

- Do you want these? - Thank you.

Give them to me ... give them to me.

What is this ?

I was humiliated by killing this seagull. I'm throwing it at your feet!

What happened?

Soon I will commit suicide in the same way.

I don't like that at all.

You're not what you used to be either. You've changed, you're much colder.

My presence irritates you.

You've been very irritable lately, you speak in a strange way, in symbols.

If this fish is also a kind of symbol, forgive me if I don't understand it.

I'm probably too simple for me to understand.

It all started the night before my work turned out to be a stupid failure.

Women cannot forgive failure. Burning ...

completely.

If you know how miserable I felt.

Your sudden cold scares me and ...

Your sudden coldness scares me And it baffles me.

Just tell me...

It's so easy to understand.

What is understandable?

You don't like my song ...

despise my work, do you think i'm mediocre ...

insignificant, tell me anything ...

I understand very, very well.

It's like having a nail in your brain, And I don't like ...

I hate your own stupidity which sucks my blood like a snake.

There are true geniuses. Look at him, he walks like Hamlet, with a book.

"Words, words, words."

Like the sun, you don't even have to come closer to you, to smile.

His eyes melt under his light.

I don't want to be a nuisance to you.

- Hello, Boris Alexeevich! - Hello.

Things took an unexpected turn. Looks like we're leaving today.

We may never see each other again.

Too bad! I rarely meet faces so young and interesting.

It's hard for me to imagine how she feels someone at 18-19 years old.

Because of that, the girls in the stories And my short stories have something fake.

I wish I could have been there for at least an hour In your place,

to know what you think, what you feel, what a mystery is hidden in your being.

- I'd like to be in your place too. - Why ?

I know how a talented writer feels And famous.

How do you feel when you know you're famous? How does fame affect you?

How does it affect me?

It doesn't affect me at all, I think. I didn't think of that.

The answer is one of two.

Or you're exaggerating my celebrity, or it doesn't affect me at all.

But when you read about yourself Not newspapers?

It's nice when I praise you. When he criticizes you, you are upset for about two days.

What a wonderful world! If you only knew how much I envy you!

People's destinies are so different.

Some drag a dull life after them �i insignificant�,

they are similar to each other and they are all unhappy.

Others, like you, for example, And you're one in a million,

I lead an interesting life, full of content. You are blessed.

Me?

Talk about celebrity, happiness, of an interesting life full of content.

For me, all these words beautiful are like a sweet��,

which I never taste.

You are very young and very good.

- But your life is beautiful. - What do you see so beautiful in her?

I have to start writing. Forgive me, I don't have time for myself.

You stepped on me, as they say, on the stick

I'm starting to feel upset And a little upset.

It doesn't matter. Let's talk.

Let's talk about interesting And my beautiful life.

Sometimes you are overwhelmed by obsessive ideas ...

as some do not think, day and night, except on the moon, for example.

I have a month of my own.

Day and night I am haunted by one thought.

I have to write! Must !

I didn't finish the story well, that, I don't know why, I have to start another,

then, a third, after her, a fourth ...

I work without interruption. I can't help it.

Which is so wonderful and full of content In all this, I ask you?

What a barbaric life!

I'm sitting here with you I am excited by your presence ...

but I can't forget at all that an unfinished story awaits me.

I see a cloud that looks like a piano.

And I think I have to write somewhere, In a story

that a cloud was floating in the sky it sounds like a piano.

I smell heliotrope. Quick, note ...

A sweet smell, the widow's flower.

Let me mention somewhere, In the description of a summer evening.

Every word you say or even me

I'm in a hurry to lock him in my literary chambers.

Maybe I'll need it someday.

When I finish writing, I try to escape at the theater or fishing.

I should rest at least then. But no !

The old iron hammer It hits my brain again.

I have a new subject, I'm tired at the table to write and I hurry to write again.

That's what always happens. I can't get rid of myself.

I feel like I'm not living.

I feel that for this honey that I offer it to posterity,

I waste my most beautiful flowers, I pull them out of the roots.

It's crazy, isn't it?

My friends and acquaintances does he treat me like a normal man?

What else are you writing? What else do you offer us?

Always the same words.

And I feel all the attention that comes to me accord, praise, enthusiasm, are flattery.

I am encouraged as a sick man.

Sometimes I'm afraid someone will hurt me on the back and he will lead me to the mess.

Even in the early years, the beautiful years of my youth,

when I was just starting to write, writing was an uninterrupted torment!

A mediocre writer, especially if has no luck in inspiration,

feels clumsy, useless, his nerves are always tense.

It's permanently tense.

He is attracted to those close to life literary and artistic.

He looks around unnoticed, fearing to look someone in the eye,

like a passionate player, who has no money.

I didn't know my readers,

but, I don't know why, I imagined them du�m�no�i �i ne�ncrez�tori.

The theater audience was terrified.

When I play a new song,

it seemed to me that all men were brown from the hall they are hostile to me,

and the blondes are cold and indifferent.

What torment! It was a real agony, I tell you.

You want to tell me that the inspiration and the process of creation itself

it doesn't give you moments of deep happiness, moments of fulfillment?

Yeah Al that sounds pretty crap to me, Looks like BT aint for me either. I also feel good when I read the manuscript.

But after the book goes out of print, I can't take it anymore.

It seems to me that it is not what it should be,

that I was wrong, that I shouldn't have written it.

In those moments, I hate myself, I feel miserable and depressed.

And the audience says,

But he's good, he's talented

It's cute ... but it's far from Tolstoy.

It's a beautiful book, but "Parents Turgenev's children are better.

Everything, until you die, will be "good", or "talented writing," but nothing more.

And when I die, my friends will pass by the grave they will say,

Here Trigorin is resting. He was a good writer.

But it didn't even reach his knees to Tolstoy.

Forgive me, but I can't take you seriously. It pampered your success.

What success? I was never happy with what I wrote.

It seems to me that I only know how to describe views.

In all others they are false and insincere to the bone marrow.

You work too hard.

You don't have time, nor the desire to recognize your value.

Even if you're unhappy with yourself, for others you are a great and wonderful man.

If I were a writer like you, I will dedicate my whole life to my readers.

You know their happiness is to reach them to me.

And they would carry me on a chariot of triumph!

On a chariot of triumph, I ...

"Really on a chariot of triumph?" - Yes.

Do you believe me, Agamemnon?

For the happiness of being an artist, Oh, like you ...

endure the hostility of those around me, poverty and disappointment.

You would live with black bread in a bridge,

to endure the torment of knowing me imperfections,

but to ask for glory in return! True glory, dazzling glory!

I ... I was dizzy.

Boris!

I have to go. I'm waiting to pack my bags.

A� prefers s� r�m�n. What happiness is here!

How wonderful !

Do you see the house and the garden on the other bank?

Yes.

It was my mother's estate. That's where I was born.

I've spent my whole life by the lake. And I know all the islands.

It's a beautiful place.

- What is this ? "A fisherman." He killed Konstantin.

Beautiful bird ...

I don't want to leave. Can't you convince her to stay?

What are you writting ?

I note something. An idea for a topic.

A topic for a short story.

A young woman lives on the shores of a lake. A girl like you.

The young woman loves the lake like a seagull And he is happy and free, like him.

A man comes by chance ...

And having nothing else to do ... it destroys it.

Like this fish.

Not !

Boris!

Come on!

What is it ?

We're not leaving.

Aim?

All this so I can tell you that you are a writer.

You can use it if you want ..

I tell you honestly ...

if he had been seriously injured ...

he could not have lived longer.

Shall we put another one?

Don't look like that.

Women drink more often than you think.

Few do as I do, most do this in secret.

It's true. Not especially vodka, brandy.

In your health.

You are a righteous man.

I'm sorry we're leaving.

I don't want to leave.

- Why don't you ask them to stay? "It can't be done now."

Her son behaves without restraint.

First of all, he was trying to commit suicide again now I've heard he wants to challenge me to a duel.

For what ?

He is upset that not everyone talk about new ideas.

But if there is no room for everyone! For us old people.

Why not repeat all this?

Well, I think he's jealous.

Well... I wish you the greatest happiness.

Don't think badly of me. I have all the sympathy for you.

Send me the books. With dedication, please.

But don't write, "For my friend Maria",

but simply, "For Mary" some

who lives in this country without a specific purpose.

Goodbye.

With or without a wife?

With wife?

Not...

I was trying to find the answer to the question, "Should I become an actress or not?"

If anyone could give me some advice ...

In such cases no advice is given.

We're probably breaking up that we will never see each other again.

Please receive this little memory from me.

It has your initials engraved on it.

On the other side is the title of your book "Days and nights."

How cute you are!

It's a wonderful gift!

Think of me from time to time.

I'll think about it.

I'll remember how you were during the day that clear, now a week.

You were wearing an open dress.

I talked, and a white seagull lay on the ground.

Yes, a fisherman.

Someone is coming.

Promise me that before I leave, You give me two more minutes.

With your rheumatism, it doesn't fall to start making more visits.

- Who came out? Nina? - Yes.

Pardon. I interrupted you.

I'm done packing. I'm tired.

"Days and Nights", page 121. Rows 11 and 12.

- Shall I pack the waves too? - Yes, I will need them again.

- As for books, you can give them to someone. - Good.

Page 121, lines 11 and 12. What did I write?

- Do you have a book of mine in the house? - Yes.

In my brother's office, on the corner shelf.

Page 121.

God, Peter, you'd better do it s� r�m�i acas�.

You're leaving! It will be very difficult for me alone.

- Why do you think it will be better in town? "It's no different there, my dear."

But the foundation stone will be laid at the new administrative palace.

I would like, at least for an hour, two, to live like a fish in an aquarium.

I feel like an old cigarette holder.

I called the horses around one o'clock, to leave at the same time.

Either way ...

Don't miss us too much And be careful not to catch a cold.

And see my son. Don't leave him alone for too long.

I'm leaving without finding out what he wanted Konstantin s� se �mpu�te.

I think the main reason was jealousy. Yes...

The sooner I leave with Trigorin, the better.

What can I tell you?

I think there were other reasons. It's not hard to understand.

E t�n�r, inte�igent �i tr�ie�te la �ar�, isolated from the world.

Without a situation, without a future ... without any occupation.

And it's a shame And he's terrified of his longevity.

I'm very fond of him Eli el m� iube�te.

However, he feels that he is in prison, that it is a parasite, a drone.

Of course, to his pride ...

How much trouble I have with him!

He couldn't look for a job ... to work?

It seems to me the most appropriate thing it would be to give him some money.

First of all, she should dress properly.

You noticed that she was wearing the same clothes ... three years without a coat?

It wouldn't hurt to spend a little time, maybe abroad.

It doesn't cost who knows what.

Depends.

A row of clothes would allow me.

As for going abroad ...

But no, right now I don't even have money for a row of clothes.

I have no money at all!

I don't!

Okay, forgive me, my dear.

Don't be upset, I believe you. You are a generous and noble woman.

I told you, I don't have money!

If he had, I'd give him money, but I have no cure.

I give the whole pension to the administrator,

who spends it on earth, on cattle, on prisons.

Bees die, cattle perish, and horses die I am not given a carriage, I do not have them.

I have some money, of course ...

But I'm an actress, and dresses cost me a fortune.

You're good ... I respect you.

Yes, that's right.

- I'm not well again. "Peter!"

"Peter!" - I'm sorry.

Peter! Help me! Help me, please!

Help m ...

Come on, Peter ...

I passed.

Don't be scared, Mom, it's not serious. It's been going on like this for a while.

- Come on, Uncle, go to bed. - Yes Yes Yes.

However, I'm going to town.

I'll lie down for a while. Then I'll leave.

Here's a riddle, "Whoever walks on all fours in the morning,

on two legs at noon, And on three legs in the evening?

Yes, yes, and the night stays behind. I can go alone.

Where does so much independence come from?

Peter, I want to take you. Go to your room.

I'll stay with him.

What scared me!

It's not good for them to stay in the country. He's too lonely.

If you had access to generosity You would lend him about 1,500-2,000 rubles,

he could live in the city for a whole year.

I have no money.

I'm an actress, not a banker!

Mom, do you want to change my bandage, please? You're doing so well!

The doctor was late again.

He promised to come again. It's already noon.

Sit down.

You look like an Arab in a turban.

Yesterday, a hiker asked in the kitchen what is your nationality.

The wound almost healed.

Are you sure that in my absence, Won't you do that again?

I don't do it anymore, Mom, it was a moment of despair. I lost control.

You have enchanted hands.

And remember the weather when you were still at the State Theater ...

I was a child then. There was a beating in our yard.

A washerwoman was beaten. Do you remember?

They found her insensibly.

You took care of her, you gave her the doctors, You washed her children in the bed.

- Remember? - Not.

Two ballerinas lived in the same house. They came to drink coffee with you.

- That's what I remember. "They were both very churchgoers."

In the last two days, I've started to love you and, with tenderness and with all my soul.

Like in childhood.

Now I have no one left Apart from you.

Tell me why you're influenced by this man?

You don't understand, Konstantin. It's a noble thread.

However, when he found out that I was provoking him to a duel,

nobility did not prevent him from fleeing with his tail between his legs.

- I find him worthy of contempt. - I asked him to leave.

A noble thread!

We quarrel over him, and where do you think he is?

Somewhere in the garden or in the living room And laugh at us ...

He cultivates Nina and strives convince her that she is a genius!

You feel a kind of joy when you tell me unpleasant things.

I respect that man!

And please don't speak ill of him Not my face!

I, on the other hand, do not respect him! You want me to think he's a genius.

Forgive me, but I can't lie, his writings disgust me!

Envy gnaws at you!

To people without talent, but with pretensions,

all they have left is to criticize authentic talents.

Authentic talents!

I have more talent than all of you together !

You will follow outdated rules you consider yourself masters of the realm of art!

You think only what you do it is authentic and legitimate.

Everyone else is trampled on, �i �n�bu�i�i!

I do not recognize any of the dogmas which I will put before you!

Anarchist!

Go back to your theater And your second-hand pieces!

- I've never played in such plays! - Not ?!

Weaken me!

You are not able to write not even the most unfortunate vaudeville.

- Bourgeois! Parasites! - Zgrip�uroaic�!

Zdren��rosule! Man of nothing!

Don't cry.

You don't have to cry!

Do not have to !

Forgive me, my dear child.

Forgive your sinful mother! Afflicted are ...

Mom!

I ...

If you know ... I lost everything.

She doesn't love me. I can't write anymore.

All my hopes were dashed ...

Don't despair, my dear.

They will all pass.

He leaves, and she will love you again.

Enough with the tears.

- We got along, didn't we? - Yes, Mom.

But you have to come to terms with it.

- No need for a duel, okay? - Good.

But please don't force me to see him again.

It's hard for me. It's beyond my power.

121, lines 11 and 12.

If you ever need it of my life, come and take it.

I'm going, my doctor will change the bandage when it comes.

Tr�sura will come soon.

If you ever need it of my life ... come and take it.

- I hope you're done packing. - Yes.

Let's stay another day.

Please, one more day.

My dear, I know what's holding you back.

You have to be in control of yourself. You're a little dizzy.

It's time to wake up.

Be awake, please, And show me you understand.

She sees everything as a true friend. You know how to sacrifice.

Let me go!

- Are you really that in love? - I feel irresistibly attracted to her.

Maybe that's what I've always been waiting for.

The love of a country girl? How little you know each other!

Sometimes people sleep In their most awake moments.

So do I, now.

I feel like I'm sleeping and seeing her on her in a dream.

Sweet and charming ghosts they have taken possession of me.

Let me go.

I'm not a simple woman. You can't talk to me like that.

Boris, don't bother me. I'm scared.

If you want, you can be an extraordinary woman.

I've never met him before such love.

It's here, it's over, I'm calling!

Why would I run away from her?

You all agreed to torture me today.

You don't understand! Refuse to read!

I'm so ugly and old,

You can't talk to me without embarrassment about other women?

You are the last page of my life.

You are my joy, my pride, my happiness...

If you left me, even for an hour, I couldn't stand it.

- Someone's coming in. - Come in.

I'm not ashamed of my love for you. Be mine!

This forehead is mine, and your eyes, And this silky hair is mine.

It's all mine!

You are so talented, so smart ... You are Russia's only hope.

You are sincere, simple, fresh ... you have such a healthy mood ...

In one sentence,

you can render what is characteristic a character or a landscape.

Those who read you come to admire you.

Do you think I'm exaggerating, that I'm flattering you? Look into my eyes!

Look!

Do I look like a liar?

My dear, my wonder, come with me ?

Won't you leave me?

I have no will. I never had.

I'm soft, I always give up in the end.

How can women be attracted to me?

Take me, take me ...

But don't get out of my sight ... not for a moment.

If you want, you can stay.

I'll go alone, and you can come in a week.

No, we'd better go together.

What are you writting ?

In the morning, someone said "the virgin's branch." That's a very good description.

They might be useful to me.

So, let's start from the beginning. And trains, stations, waiting rooms ...

Cold meat ...

Endless discussions with others Passenger ...

Come in!

Sorry to let you know that the carriage is ready. It's time to go to the train station.

The train arrives in two or five minutes.

Please ...

God, you would do me a favor if you find out, Suzdal�zev lives there.

We drank together many times.

He played divinely in "The Assault on the Mail."

Then he played tragedy with Izmailov, another great personality, in Elisavetgrad.

There's no reason to hurry, My dear lady, we can stay another five minutes.

They were conspirators in a melodrama

And when they were caught he said, "Did I fall into the trap?"

But Izmailov replied, "You fell into a trap."

"A trap"!

We should go. Don't be late.

I will stay in the carriage.

We still have to walk to the train station. You should hurry.

Everyone is ready.

That's it!

I brought some plums for the train.

They are very sweet. I think they would be good while traveling.

- You're very kind, Polina. "Good-bye, my dear lady."

And forgive me if he didn't like something.

But everything was perfect! Absolutely perfect!

- But don't cry. - We don't have time.

We have nothing to do, do we?

Goodbye, darling. See you in the summer, if we are alive and well. Don't forget me.

- This is a ruble for all three. - Thank you very much.

- Pleasant trip. - God bless you.

You made us very happy.

- Goodbye, Boris Alexeevich. "Where's Constantine?"

Tell him we're leaving now. Can't I say goodbye?

Keep a good memory for me. I gave the cook a ruble for the three of you.

Thank you.

I forgot my cane. I left him in the hallway.

You...

We're leaving.

I knew you would come.

Boris Alexeevici, I have made a final decision.

The dice are rolled. I'm going to the theater.

I won't be here tomorrow. I leave my father and start a new life.

I'm going to Moscow, just like you. See you there.

Get a room at the Slavic Bazaar.

Let me know as soon as you arrive. Molceanovka Street, Groholsky's house.

- I'm in a hurry. - Another clip.

You are so beautiful!

What happiness at the thought of seeing each other again.

I will see these wonderful eyes again ...

This unimaginably gentle smile ...

These gentle features ...

This face of angelic purity ...

My darling !

TWO YEARS LATER

Constantine!

Constantine!

There is nobody here.

The old man always asks where Konstantin is. Where is Constantine?

She can't live without him.

She is afraid of loneliness.

What awful weather! It's been two days.

- There are huge waves on the lake. "It's dark outside."

The scene in the garden should be disturbed.

It is empty and ugly, like a skeleton, and the curtain blows in the wind.

When I passed by last night, it seemed to me that someone was crying inside.

That now ...

- Let's go home. - I'll stay here overnight.

There's home, Ma�a. I'm sure the baby is hungry.

Trifles! And give Matriona food.

I have a thousand of him.

It's the third night he's stayed without his mother.

How boring you have become! Before you philosophized from time to time.

Now, only about the house and the child you know how to talk.

I can't hear anything else from you!

- Let's go, Ma! - Can't you go alone?

- Your father won't give me a horse. - He'll give it to you, pray to him and he'll give it to you.

I'm trying.

- Are you coming tomorrow? - Yes, it doesn't bother me anymore.

What are you doing with this, Mom?

Mr. Sorin asked to have his bed made In this room.

Leave it to me.

Old people are like children.

I'm leaving, Ma�a. Goodbye, Mom.

What is it now ? Go with God !

Goodbye, Konstantin.

Nobody thought you would become a true writer.

Now, thank God, until the newspapers send him money.

And what a beauty you made yourself!

Dear, be gentler with my mother.

Leave him alone, Mom.

All a woman needs is a look lovely from time to time, but ...

Did you see? You upset him ...

- Why don't you give him peace? - My heart aches for you, Ma�enka.

- You don't have to! - I can't tell you how sorry I am.

I know and understand everything.

Nonsense!

Hopeless love does not exist than in Romans.

They are all trifles! You don't have to forget about yourself

�i s� tot a�tep�i, just, just let the wind change it!

As soon as his love slipped away In the heart, you have to snatch it!

They promised to move him my husband elsewhere.

When we move, we forget. I will snatch love from the roots!

C�nt� Kostia. It means restless.

The important thing is not to have it all the time In front of the eyes.

If he moved Semion, as they promised ... in a month, I would forget him.

These are all trifles.

Now, I have six mouths in the house.

The flour was made 70 kopecks.

Do it, if you can!

It's easy for you to laugh. You have as much money as the leaves in a tree.

Seriously ? After 30 years of practice,

a time when I was not in control of myself neither day nor night ...

Wait a minute.

I managed to raise 2.00 rubles,

which I have now spent recently On a holiday abroad.

I have nothing left.

"Didn't you leave?" - How do I leave if you don't give me a horse?

I better not keep my eyes on you.

You've made a lot of changes here. You turned the living room into an office.

Konstantin is more at hand to work here.

It's quiet in the garden and you can go out when he wants, to clear his thoughts.

- Where's my sister? "He went to the station after Trigorin."

He returns immediately.

My illness must be serious, if you think you need to call her.

What a strange thing! I'm seriously ill And I'm not given a doctorate!

What do you want me to give you? Valeian�? Baking soda? Chinin�?

And let's start with philosophy!

It's a torment for everyone.

- Did you make the bed for me? - Yes, Piotr Nikolaevich.

I have a short story for Kostia.

It will be called "The Man Who Wanted", "The man who wanted to."

Once upon a time, in my youth, I wanted to to become a writer, but I didn't succeed.

I wanted to make beautiful speeches And I spoke detestably.

"Well, after all, as they say, on the other side ... "

Sometimes when I try to explain something, I pass all the welders.

I wanted to get married. I never got married!

I've wanted it my whole life to live in the city ...

And now my days are coming to an end la �ar�.

You wanted to become a state counselor You have become.

I never wanted that. It happened by itself.

It is not wise to be dissatisfied at the age of 67.

What a mess you are!

You can't understand that they are human who want to live?

It's frivolous.

It's a law of nature that all life may have an end.

You judge like a man who enjoyed life.

You're full and that's why you don't care anymore of life, and it's the same.

But you will be afraid too of death.

The fear of death is an animal fear. We have to push her.

Only those who are afraid of their sins And who believe in the Last Judgment

they are afraid of death.

You are an atheist.

And then, what sins can you boast about?

You worked for 30 years In the Ministry of Justice, that's all.

33 years old!

It bothers Constantine. He wants to work.

No, don't do anything.

Which city from abroad Did you like it the most, Doctor?

- Genoa. - Why Genoa?

I liked the crowd on the streets.

When you leave the hotel in the evening, The street is lively and full of people.

You move through the crowd aimlessly, Here and there, not zig-zag.

You become a part of them.

Let the mind merge with the minds of others.

You begin to believe in existence to a universal soul.

Like the one Nina played Not your piece.

Do you remember? Then, a long time ago ...

Speaking of which, where's Nina? How is doing ?

Okay, I think.

I heard he was living a strange life.

- What happened? - It's a long story, Doctor.

Can't you say it briefly?

He ran away from home and had an affair with Trigorin, didn't you know?

That's what I knew.

He had a child with him, who died.

Trigorin got bored of her And he went back to his old connection.

Besides, he never broke up the old connection.

With a weak character, as you know, he lived with both.

From what I learned, personal life Nina's was a failure.

- What about the theater? - Worse, it seems.

He made his debut at a theater near Moscow And then he went to the province.

At that time I did not lose sight of her. Where she was going, I was going too.

Try only big roles, but play them badly.

With hysterical screams And melodramatic gestures.

There were times when he played with talent, scenes with tears or on the deathbed.

But there were only moments.

- Do you think he has talent? - Hard to say. I think he had.

I always looked at her from a distance. She didn't want to see me

And the hotel servants they wouldn't let me into her room.

I understood, and I didn't insist.

Well ... what else can I tell you?

When I got home, I started receiving letters from her.

They were clever, warm letters, Interesting.

He wasn't complaining, but I felt unhappy.

Nervous tension was felt Every time,

and her imagination had become a bit messy.

and he signed the letters, "The Fish."

- She's here now. - Where?

Here, not now. He came five days ago.

I went to see her, it was Maa, but he doesn't want to see anyone.

Semion said he saw her yesterday, in the field, not far from here.

Yes, I saw her. He was going to town.

I asked her why she wasn't coming with us, on a visit.

- He said he would come. "She won't come."

Her stepfather and stepmother no longer want her he knows about it.

They put guards everywhere with orders don't let her get close to the mansion.

What a door, Doctor, to be a philosopher on paper ...

And how hard it really is.

She was a lovely girl.

- What you said ? - I said she was a lovely girl.

State Councilor Sorin he was once in love with her.

Don Juan b�tr�n!

I'm here, dear lady.

Looks like they came back from the train station.

We have all grown old, the stepmother of the years has bitten us ...

Only you are always young!

As always, you have a beautiful blouse, you are graceful and full of life ...

And you want me, boredom!

Hello, Piotr Nikolaenici.

I heard you were sick. Don't give up.

- Ma ... - You recognized me ?

- C�s�torit�? - For a long time.

Happiness?

Doctor ...

Your mother told me you forgot the past And that you are no longer angry.

Boris brought a magazine with your new story.

Thank you. You are very kind.

All admirers greet you.

You aroused interest in Petersburg And in Moscow.

I am always asked questions about you.

How would you like it? Are you brunette or blonde? How old are you?

Everyone thinks, I don't know why, that you are no longer young.

Nobody knows his real name, because you write under a pseudonym.

E�ti mystery, like the man with the iron mask.

- Do you stay with us longer? - I'm going back to Moscow tomorrow.

I'm in a hurry to finish a novel. I promised something to a magazine.

Forever the same story.

This is not a welcoming weather. A strong wind is blowing.

If it calms down, I'm going to the lake, to fish.

I want to go to the garden too, at the place where your play was played.

I have an idea and I want it let me refresh my memory.

I'd like to see the place again.

Dad, are you giving my husband a horse? He has to go home.

The horses just came from the station. We can't send them back on the road!

But there are more horses!

- I'm asking for something in vain! - Leave it, Maa, I'm going on foot.

On this weather ?

- Sit down, everyone. - There are only seven verses.

Goodbye, Ma�a.

Goodbye, Mom.

You wouldn't be upset, but it's about the baby. Goodbye.

- Goodbye. - Goodbye.

He also manages on foot. It's just not general.

Let's not waste time, gentlemen. We will be invited to dinner soon.

When the long autumn evenings begin, lottery game.

With this old lotto game I was playing with my mother.

When he was still alive, we were children.

Let's play a game until dinner.

Boring games, but, after you get used to it, it works.

She read his story, and mine didn't even cut the tabs.

- Aren't you playing, Kostia? - Forgive me, but I'm not in the mood.

The stake is ten kopecks. Do you want to put it on for me, Doctor?

Here you go.

- Did you put them all in? - Yes.

- I'll start. 22! - Yes !

Three!

You put three. Eight!

- Eight, no, no ... - 81 ...

- Ten ! - Not so fast!

What a welcome I had in Kharkov, friends! And now I'm dizzy.

34!

The students organized a demonstration.

Three flower baskets, two bouquets and ... to stay.

- It's something... - 50!

We are wearing a wonderful dress!

Whatever is said about me, I know how to choose my toilets.

Kostia c�nt�. It's sad, poor boy.

- The newspaper is a bit critical. - 77!

Who pays attention to the newspapers?

"She's out of luck." - He can't find the right tone.

His writings have something strange. They're missing something ...

Sometimes they are a little too neurotic. And no character is alive.

11!

Peter, are you bored?

- Is sleeping. - The state councilor is sleeping.

Seven!

90!

If you lived on an estate like this, by a lake, would he have written anything else?

I was defeated by a literary obsession And I would have spent my time fishing.

26!

Catch a perch or crucian. What could be more enjoyable?

I believe Konstantin.

It has something special. I'm convinced of that.

Think about the pictures. His stories are vivid, colorful.

I'm really moving.

Too bad it doesn't have a definite goal.

Impressive, but that's it. And that's not the only way to get far.

Irina Nikolaevna, she's fine that your son is a writer?

Imagine I haven't read anything yet written by him. I have no time.

26!

Boris Alexeevici, �nc� �inem that's your thing.

What a thing ?

Konstantin was killed one day a fisherman and you asked me to soak it.

I do not remember.

- No, I don't remember. - 60 ...

- One. - Not...

What a mess!

I don't understand why I'm so anxious.

Kostia, nchide u�a. It's current.

88!

I won!

This man is lucky in everything he does.

Let's eat something. Our celebrity didn't catch lunch today.

We continue after dinner.

Constantine, leave the manuscripts Haii hai s� m�nc�m.

- I'm not hungry, Mom. - As you wish.

Peter, the table!

I'll tell you how I was applauded in Kharkov.

I'd love to hear.

We talked so much about new forms.

And now I feel like I'm slipping too to the old clichés.

The poster on the wall was the news ...

Pale face, Framed by a dark hair ...

The news, framed ... It's trivial.

I'll start with the hero waking up at the sound of the rain and I'll wipe the rest.

The description of the evening with the moon is too long And too pretentious.

Trigorin has a style of his own. It's easy for him.

At him, on the stove shines the neck of a broken bottle ...

the black shadow of the millstone falls, And the moonlit night is ready ...

There are trembling lights in me, the soft twinkle of the stars ...

the distant chords of a piano, what die in the fragrant air ...

How tormented!

I'm increasingly convinced it's not about old forms and about new forms.

Man writes without thinking about style.

Write because writing it flows freely from his heart.

Who is ?

Who is ?

Nina?

You are ...

I had a hunch. I've been upset all day.

My darling. My love, you're back! Don't cry! Don't cry ...

Let me look at you.

- Have I changed much? - Yes.

You have lost weight and your eyes are bigger.

Nina, it's so weird to see you ...

Why didn't you let me come to you? Why haven't you come yet?

You've been here for almost a week.

I tried many times to see you one day And I sat under your window like a beggar.

I was afraid you would hate me.

Every night I dream that you are looking at me And you don't recognize me. If you know ...

Since I came, I'm attracted to this place.

I've been around your house many times, but I did not dare to enter.

Let's sit down and talk! Let's talk, let's talk, let's talk ...

Do you hear the wind? Turgenev says somewhere,

"Blessed is he who on such nights it has a warm, sheltered corner. "

I'm a fish.

No, I didn't mean that ... What was I saying?

Turgenev ...

"And may God help all who wander without shelter. "

Nina ...

It's okay, I'm fine.

I haven't cried in two years.

Last night I went to our scene to see if he's still there.

There is more. Nothing changed.

I cried for the first time in two years And I relieved my soul.

See, I'm not crying anymore. Now, you're a writer.

You're a writer, and I'm an actress. We are trapped in the same vortex.

I lived happily as a child. I would wake up in the morning and sing.

I loved you, I dreamed of glory ...

Tomorrow morning, though, I'm going to Elet, with the third class, together with the ��ranii.

And at Elet, the merchants said they were educated it will smell like dogs.

How raw is life!

Why at Elet?

I have a commitment all winter. It's time to go.

I cursed you, Nina. I tore up your letters and photos,

but in every moment I felt that my soul belongs to eternity.

I can't help but love you, Nina.

Ever since I lost you and I'm writing, my life has become unbearable.

I feel like I've been stripped of my youth

And I would have been in the world for 90 years. I call her name ...

I kiss the ground you stepped on ... Everywhere I look, I see only your face.

This gentle smile that it lit up the best years of my life.

Why are you telling me all this?

I'm alone, no love it does not warm my heart.

I feel cold, like a grave. Everything I write is dark, dry and sad.

Stay here with me, Nina, I beg you. Or let me come with you!

Nina! Why ? For God's sake, Nina!

The carriage is waiting for me. Don't come with me, I want to go alone.

- Where are you going ? "Not now."

- Your mother is here, isn't she? - Yes, he's here.

My uncle didn't feel well on Thursday And I telegraphed them to come.

Why do you say you kissed the ground which I trampled? I better die!

I'm so tired! If I could rest ...

I'm a fish. No, that's not it ... I'm an actress.

Is he here too? Yes, do nothing.

He didn't think I could play. He laughed at my dreams.

Slowly, I got lost And I have faith and courage.

And then, the turmoil of love, jealousy, worries for my baby ...

I was overwhelmed by pettiness. Jucam f�r� via��.

I didn't know what to do with my hands, I was on stage like a fool,

I couldn't control my voice.

You don't know how torturous it is to know that you play terribly stupid.

I'm a fish.

Not this...

And remember that you shot once a fish?

A man happens to happen, She sees him

And, having nothing else to do, It destroys him.

A topic for a short story. Not this...

What was I saying?

I was talking about theater. I'm not like then.

I'm a real actress now.

I play with pleasure, with enthusiasm. Sometimes I feel overwhelmed.

I feel beautiful.

Now that I've been here, I've been walking every day And I kept thinking.

I feel stronger Every day.

Now I know that in what we do, whether we are actors or we write,

the main thing is not glory or brilliance, or whatever I dream.

The main thing is our strength to endure.

You know how to carry your cross And keep your faith.

Now I have faith and I suffer less.

When I think of my calling, I'm not afraid of life anymore.

You found your way ... You know where I'm going.

I'm still wandering In a world of dreams and images ...

without knowing what it is used for or if I have something to offer.

I have no faith. I don't know what my vocation is.

Goodbye. I am leaving.

When I'm a great actress, do you promise to come and see me?

It's late now, I can barely stand. I'm tired and I'm hungry.

RMI. I bring them food.

No, he's not leading me. My carriage is near.

Did she bring him with her?

Don't do anything.

When you see Trigorin, don't tell him anything.

I love him ... I love him!

I love him more than before.

A topic for a short story. I love him, I love him!

I love him passionately, to the point of despair!

How beautiful it was before, Kostia! Do you remember?

What a warm, bright, happy, clean life ...

What beautiful feelings! They looked like delicate, delicate flowers.

Do you remember?

"People, lions, eagles and partridges ...

reindeer with curled horns, necks, pianjenii ...

the mute fish of the deep waters ...

starfish and the unseen ...

In a word, all living things, all...

after they have completed the sad cycle of their lives, they are extinct.

For thousands of centuries, the earth no longer carries a living being ...

And this poor moon He lights the candle in vain.

The roosters don't wake up screaming Don't eat ...

and the crabs can no longer be heard through lime groves. "

If no one in the garden would meet her And tell your mother.

My mother would be upset.

Put red wine and beer on the table, for Mr. Trigorin.

Yes, let's play and drink! Take a seat.

Serve the tea.

This is the object I told you about. Your order ...

I do not remember.

I really don't remember.

What was that ?

Nothing...

An ether bottle exploded in my kit. Don't worry.

I was scared. I remembered ...

I saw black before my eyes.

21.

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