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So, the adultery did happen.

The affair between Avdeyev and Firsanov's wife

began before Firsanov's death.

Episode 26 THE LIVING CORPSE

Yes, but both assure me that the affair was purely platonic

and that Madame Firsanova remained faithful to her marriage vows.

And you believe her.

Well, even if so...

they still could have wished Firsanov dead.

Perhaps. But we can't arrest them for their wishes alone.

Besides, both have solid alibis for the time of suicide.

And incitement to suicide is intangible and impossible to prove.

I am more concerned about our one-eyed corpse.

He was definitely murdered.

But thankfully, he doesn't have Countess Gorina petitioning for him.

In a week or so

Mr. Shtolman will be back,

and we'll get the news--

Yakov Platonovich?

Why are you back so soon?

Investigation cannot wait, Nikolai Vasilievich.

Shall I report to you? - Go ahead.

Gluck had two customers from Zatonsk.

One of them was General Shuvalov.

He died six months ago, I attended the funeral.

It was he in the coffin.

- Did he have the prosthesis? - What?

The prosthetic eye.

How would I know? Everybody lies in the coffin the same way:

with their eyes closed, Anton Andreyevich.

Right. I'll go visit his widow and find out.

Who was the second one?

One Yuryev, aged 35,

he suffered very much from his defect,

the new eye made him extremely happy.

Well, we'll be looking for a Yuryev until the Second Coming.

Well then, gentlemen...

Get to work.

I believe in you.

Who shot him?

He shot himself.

Older boys in the gymnasium were bullying him,

so he stole his father's shotgun and--

Oh God, Sashenka, what have you done...

What have you got for me, Anna Viktorovna?

Vital organs are intact,

but the pellets must be extracted immediately.

Tell me, ma'am: who taught your boy to shoot so poorly?

Ivan Yevgenyevich, you should call the orderlies,

the boy must be taken to the operating room right now.

Will you be taking the pellets out yourself?

I will. It's not that difficult.

Idiot. He is your carbon copy.

Sergey Aleksandrovich, may God rest his soul,

couldn't wear his prosthesis, he said it was chafing too badly.

But I actually think he quite liked wearing the eye patch,

like Field Marshal Kutuzov.

Did you keep that prosthesis?

Oh, why would I need it?

It hadn't been six months before I gave it to some cripple passing by.

Although he had an eye of his own, different color,

but, well. ...Thank you.

He was so happy. He kissed it and cried.

Thank you. You have been a great help.

Where are you taking it, brat? That way!

WAREHOUSE

Sorry, sir, can't help you here.

- Yeah, I see... - Argh, nitwit! ...Sorry.

As you see, both my eyes are natural.

But if those bastards steal anything from the shop,

the master might just take one of them out.

You should come back then.

Have you finished?

I have.

I have seen a whole new side of you today, Anna Viktorovna.

What side?

It turns out you can be cruel.

The whole hospital could hear the boy scream.

The sisters of mercy wept, and your eyes were completely dry.

And your hand didn't flinch once.

That was a compliment.

In our line of work, cruelty is necessary.

To save a person, sometimes...

you must make them suffer first.

I must say I like this version of you much better.

Good gracious, sir, why would I need a glass eye?

I still have my own two, thank God.

Yes, yes, I can see that, I'm not blind.

Thank you.

Sir! One minute.

I used to know a card sharp..

Now, he had a glass eye.

- What's his name? - Vissarion.

- Do you know if he's still alive? - He should be.

He comes to the inn in the evenings.

But don't play with him-- he'll clean you right out.

Thank you, my good man.

What are you doing, Uncle?

Annette, I am experimenting. I am conducting an experiment.

I am developing monocular vision.

I have been studying this phenomenon all day today.

The great Leonardo da Vinci had this kind of vision.

Look here.

You see? The sharp, detailed foreground

and the blurred background...

Well, what do you say?

If I'm not mistaken, this is called perspective.

It was Leonardo who invented it.

True--or is it?

Perhaps the great master made this discovery

because he had monocular vision.

According to some sources, Leonardo was...

He was cross-eyed, that is, with one eye looking forward and the other--

Like this.

Like that.

I'll explain.

Look here. And then over there.

At the statue. ...Wait! And now like this.

And now like that. Like this. Like that.

Indeed, the objects in the background look blurry.

Right. Blurry.

So, this is what they should look for

when searching for your mysterious one-eyed painter.

Genius.

There you go.

Good night.

I'm glad I was able to cheer you up, Annette.

Don't try to catch me out, good sir.

I earned this eye with honest hard work.

Honest hard work is good.

Who did you win it from?

There was this one poor sod.

I noticed his prosthesis right away and wanted to buy it honestly, but he wouldn't sell.

Then I had to use my method.

Everybody knows your method-- rob them blind.

Why rob?

You think so badly of Vissarion, sir.

We started with small bets, and then, when he was all fired up,

he took our his eye himself,

I didn't put a gun to his head.

So you say you won it fair and square?

Cross my heart!

Shall we play a game, sir?

Wouldn't you like to join me?

No, you'll have to excuse me.

I have been unlucky lately.

Anton Andreyevich is here.

Anton Andreyevich!

Anna Viktorovna, I received your note.

I'm glad to see you in good health.

- Would you like some coffee? - I wouldn't say no.

- Domna. - Yes, Miss, at once.

Are you studying paintings?

I'm trying to find your one-eyed corpse.

In the pictures?

I think he was a painter.

He wore a paint-stained shirt, painters usually work in those.

I don't know who he was, but his last name is Yuryev.

And I assure you, we questioned all living Yuryevs

and relatives of all deceased Yuryevs and... not a single clue.

He used a false name.

A pseudonym.

A pseudonym?

Well, take Leonardo da Vinci.

The "da Vinci" in his name means only that

he was from the small town of Vinci.

I didn't know that.

Now we only need to find out if there is a town of Yuryev in Russia.

There is, sir. In Vladimir Governorate.

My brother-in-law is from those parts.

Look, there is that estate!

This is just outside Zatonsk, a stone throw away.

I didn't know we had visitors, good day...

Anton Andreyevich.

Uncle, we found him.

Him?

Well, our painter, Yuryev!

Solomin, Gleb Gerasimovich,

born in 1859, in the town of Yuryev of Vladimir Governorate.

Yes, and he moved near Zatonsk a year ago after buying an estate.

Yes. Yuryev is his pseudonym.

Solomin...

But he is one of the most fashionable painters these days.

First of all, he is alive.

Second of all, he doesn't have any visual impairment.

Good day.

This is Mr. Solomin's house, isn't it?

Yes, sir, but Master isn't at home.

What a shame.

When will your master be back?

Good day.

I am Gleb Gerasimovich's wife. - Pleased to meet you.

As I understand it, you have come to look at his work?

That's right. I have come from St. Petersburg specially for this.

I have interest in paintings-- I'm a collector.

- Please, come inside. - Thank you.

- Here. - Thank you.

What a beautiful portrait.

Yes. Gleb painted it soon after we first met.

A year and a half ago.

Ma'am, I have a question for you...

Have you husband ever-- - Natasha!

I was told we were having visitors.

Yes, these people have come to look at your work.

Good day. Pyotr Mironov.

A collector. I have come specially--

Was Zinaida Petrovna Golovliova--

I mean, Mironova, your wife?

She was.

What a pleasure to see you in this humble abode, Mr. Mironov!

Your late wife had exceptional taste.

Thank you... Sadly, my taste is no match for Zizi's.

Still, I hope that

you might like some of my paintings.

Perhaps you will want to purchase something.

You know what, let us first--

Natasha, see that brut is properly chilled.

Will you introduce me?

Anna Viktorovna. My niece.

I see.

Are you also an art lover?

Yes, I saw a few paintings of Paris views in your catalogue.

Have you been?

Yes. I did travel there in my youth.

I visited the Louvre, studied painting...

Thank you.

Where are you going?

Slumming it with the public, sir?

What do you mean?

I don't like expensive restaurants.

Good for you. This is more fun.

Do you mind me and my friend joining you?

I think you already have.

I was strolling down Montmartre one day,

and saw old Manet walking towards me.

He lived there, so we often ran into each other

Anyway, I ask him, "How are you doing?"

And he says, "Well, somehow, brother,

somehow..." - Somehow?

Somehow!

Ah, that Manet...

Have you been married long? (You have your vision--)

Almost a year. What about you?

- I'm not... - Good, don't rush into it.

Why not?

You see, my dear, you marry one man

but you have to live with a completely different one.

Men change after the wedding. (Well, tell me--)

Did your husband change much? (Why are you going on about art? It's boring!)

(I shot a huge duck yesterday.)

When Gleb was courting me,

he seemed so timid and romantic.

It had been two months before he had the heart to kiss me.

When we began to live together, (More brut?)

I saw a completely different side of him.

But you're happy with him, aren't you?

Forget this word, my dear.

There is no such thing as happiness.

There is only peace and habit.

Excuse me. I'll be right back.

Gentlemen, let's drink to...

Russia getting a good shake.

You shouldn't shout from rooftops, old chap.

Of course, Zatonsk is no St. Petersburg,

but there are ears here as well.

I don't give a toss about that.

Russia needs freedoms!

Freedom of religion, freedom of assembly.

The right to divorce, after all!

Say all you want, but divorce is an ungodly business.

Do you believe God wants people to suffer?

That's none of our business.

There you go. Pure obscurantism.

Do you even know what people resort to to escape a hateful marriage?

I was told a story in Yaroslavl.

Shall I tell you? - Go on. What story?

There once lived a man,

whose wife fell in love with another man.

And he, the noblest of souls,

went to the river, folded his clothes,

wrote a farewell note.

Then he left town and disappeared-- - Nothing but make-believe!

It doesn't work like this in life.

You shouldn't go shooting off at the mouth like this.

I talked to him myself.

Nice man, pure soul.

A huge beard.

He does seasonal work in summer, writes a play in winter.

Do you by any chance know where this hermit lives?

I do.

This is you...

And he is... your brother?

Do you even know that he is a criminal?

What are you doing? I didn't do anything.

You might not be, but that gentlemen from Yaroslavl did plenty!

This is at least five years of hard labor!

You've heard it all, sir, you'll be a witness.

How fortunate. Hey, officer!

Take him!

(Young man, what do you think you're doing?)

(Outrageous...)

What on earth are you doing? Good god!

You can't run too far here, dear sir.

Anna Viktorovna?

What a pleasure to have you back.

I wanted to ask you... Do you have any new paintings?

No, I don't have anything new.

You see, I have been painting less lately.

Painting used to be everything to me, for I was unhappy.

But now...

now that I am married, my life is filled with other joys.

I found a curious self-portrait in your studio,

the one with the eye patch.

I would like to buy it.

That... that is a very old painting.

How did you even manage to find it?

Yes, you see, I wore an eye patch sometimes...

to develop monocular vision.

It was my little secret.

It's true!

Gleb used to come to our dates now with, now without the eye patch.

But you haven't been wearing it lately?

I don't paint as often now.

But I'll be happy to sell this portrait to you, Anna Viktorovna.

Darling, tell them to bring more brut.

Let's celebrate! - No need.

I think you sell someone else's work.

It was your brother who was a remarkable painter.

I don't think you can paint at all.

How dare you accuse me of something like that?

Yes, I do have a twin brother, Boris.

But we are not on speaking terms, and I have no idea where he is now.

What? You have a brother?

Why have you never told me about him? - Because we had a falling out!

And we haven't been in contact since.

Your brother had his right eye missing, didn't he?

Yes.

He had an accident as a child.

And now I would thank you both to leave my house at once.

No, stay!

And I thought all this time that I was going insane...

There were two of you...

I loved one brother...

but I married the other one.

My angel... my angel, what are you saying,

it's absolutely impossible--

It's possible. You murdered your brother a year ago

and threw his body in the river.

My brother was very talented.

His handicap raised his talent to unprecedented heights.

The style he had acquired made his paintings unique.

But Gleb was awfully impractical.

He couldn't name a good price

and sold his paintings for next to nothing.

Then I decided to take everything in my own hands.

So, your brother painted

and you sold them for a good profit. - Yes.

The business was booming. And society got to know and love me.

Did you act on your brother's behalf in the matters of the heart as well?

Oh no, no, no.

Gleb was painfully shy.

But women loved me.

Once I hit on a lady, she was willing to do anything, and then

I would occasionally send Gleb on a date in my place.

So, it did happen. I see.

Didn't anyone notice anything, ever?

We came up with this eye patch legend.

So extravagant, it suited a fashionable painter perfectly.

Why did you murder him?

We both fell for Natalia.

Gleb wanted to tell her everything, but I--

I couldn't allow it.

I was nobody without him.

That's when he decided to order a prosthetic eye from Gluck.

Yes.

He was afraid that his handicap would drive Natalia away.

And you...

How could you forget about the prosthesis when you were getting rid of the body?

A fatal mistake.

Mistake...

A fatal mistake...

Incredible...

When will he be here?

I think he will be brought here by tonight.

Of course, there is little hope that he is Kolya...

But still, Nikolai Vasilievich, allow me thank you.

You have been able to do so much in these few days.

No, no, Countess,

it is I who should thank you.

The poor man buried as your brother

had indeed been murdered.

Yes, I have heard.

Gleb Solomin, the prominent painter.

I have several of his works.

Murdered by his own brother...

What is going on with the world?

What is going on in the world... What is going on in the world...

Are you worried about something?

Nadezhda Aleksandrovna...

A duel is to take place in town--

right under my nose, and I don't know

how to prevent this scheduled murder.

I remember a similar incident

at our embassy in Rome.

Do you know what my husband did?

What?

He put both duelists under arrest for a month.

Ingenious!

Do you recognize this man?

Was he the man you saw in Yaroslavl?

We would like to know your name and occupation.

I don't remember my name, I forgot it.

I didn't do anything, let me go, kind sirs!

But you told him that you staged your suicide

and how exactly you did it too.

I tell people a lot of things, I embellish sometimes.

People like it.

You mean you made this story up.

Your Grace, please.

Nikolai...

You're mistaking me for someone else, ma'am, I'm not Nikolai.

Kolya...

I can see that you loved this Kolya.

And if you did love him, tell these gentlemen to let me go.

I won't replace him for you, your Kolya is gone!

As for me, I'm fine being where I am.

Nadezhda Aleksandrovna,

do you recognize your brother?

I don't know. I'm not sure.

Excuse me, but you--

You have just--

you have just recognized this man.

You clearly know him.

Yes, I thought at first that he was Kolya, but

now I'm not sure.

Nikolai Vasilievich,

allow me to take the detainee for a while--not for long.

I must take him to some place.

Where?

I'm convinced that I have a witness

who will identify Mr. Firsanov for sure.

Follow me, sir.

Druzhok!* Druzhochek! (*Dog's name, means "Friend")

Come here, come here, boy, hi...

Well, are you going to keep denying it?

Dasha! Dasha, what is it?

So, you confirm you heard shouting that night?

- When you caught the blood sucker? - Yes.

Of course I did, sir, how could I not, with all of the police running under my windows!

No, no, that's not what I meant.

Before the police came. Did you hear anything?

Maybe someone was horsing around, drinking vodka

or shouting obscenities?

Yes, I think there were some drunk gentlemen driving by.

There you go! Maybe those drunk gentlemen...

broke a window

or did some other damage, did they?

- No, sir. - But--

They were mighty loud but didn't do no damage.

You stubborn broad!

Oh, a trough went missing from the fence!

Only I don't remember, was it that day or the next one...

Right, right, right, right...

So, that trough of yours got stolen!

- Stolen. - There you go!

That's at least something!

Right...

Now you and I are going to draw a complaint.

Are you literate? - No.

That's all right!

You can just put a cross here.

Right.

Nikolai Aleksandrovich,

do you admit that you staged your suicide?

I did want to drown myself at first.

But I couldn't.

And then I thought, why kill myself, if I could arrange something else?

Ma'am...

when you were marrying Mr. Avdeyev...

did you know your first husband was alive?

No. No, I didn't.

How could you?

I just wanted you to be happy, don't you understand?

Did you ask me?

Did you ask me if I wanted to be happy like this?

You agreed behind my back...

I'm not a person to either of you, just an object!

What are you saying, Dasha!

Mr. judicial investigator,

what's going to happen to me now?

I'm not going to lie,

you can't avoid trial, but with good lawyers,

which, I suppose, your family has,

you will have the jury's sympathy.

I think both you and your wife will only have to do penance at the church.

But Dasha is no longer my wife.

She remarried!

That marriage will be declared illegal and annulled.

Dasha... Dasha, I'm sorry! Forgive me,

forgive me for not drowning myself! Forgive me, forgive me, Dasha...

Sir, Madame Gorina is here.

- Don't come closer! - What are you doing?! Stop!

I'm sorry, sister, I want to live but I can't!

You oaf!

For almost a year, I lived with a perfect stranger...

And the man I loved has been dead all this time.

You shouldn't blame yourself.

You were cruelly deceived.

I was blind.

I feel so guilty.

How could I accept so quickly that he had supposedly changed?

If only I could ask for his forgiveness.

You can do it.

Right now. He will hear you.

Gleb...

I loved only you.

I will grieve for you for the rest of my life...

Please, forgive me...

Gentlemen.

Liqueur.

Thank you, Nikolai Vasilievich, but I'll pass.

So will I. It's been a tough week.

Yes, a rather trying one.

I for one am going to have a drink.

If you don't have any questions for me, I'll take my leave.

Of course, Yakov Platonovich, you may go, go...

I'll bow out as well.

You, Anton Andreyevich, may not go.

I have a special and extraordinary task for you.

Go to Kliuyev's house

and get him here immediately.

Kliuyev?

Excuse me, on what grounds?

On the grounds of a complaint.

Here.

On September 8th of this year, in the state of bestial inebriation,

this gentleman drove around with his friends near my house,

thereby inflicting on me vexation of mind

as well as insomnia.

He was shouting obscenities--

Kliuyev? - Go on reading, go on.

...obscenities, namely,

mentioning the authorities in an unmentionable manner.

He was not disparaging His Imperial Majesty's name

but had a distinct pretension to do so.

He also inflicted damage on my household

in the amount of one...

trough.

Sergeant Riabko again?

The rascal has style, doesn't he?

And it's all based on the injured party's words.

But, you know, a trough and--

and Kliuyev? Nonsense.

No, this is not nonsense.

Disturbance of public peace and tranquility.

Theft. Disparaging His Majesty's name!

It says only a pretension to do so.

A pretension will do!

Why? Are you going to contradict me?

Do you not agree with the orders of the Chief of Police?

I do.

Too right.

Take some men and go to Kliuyev's house.

And bring him here, drunk or sober,

just deliver him here!

Enough of this shooting business.

Yes, sir.

Today is June 6, 1894.

The weather is beautiful, and Andrey Petrovich and I are recording voices.

So, you're saying your master is not receiving?

Might it be he left?

He did, he left! But I don't know where.

Might it be your master left for St. Petersburg?

Might as well be St. Petersburg...

Wait here!

Excuse me, good man, I must make sure personally that he isn't in the house.

He left!

He left for St. Petersburg.

Go!

Pyotr Ivanovich, good morning.

Good morning, Doctor.

Yakov Platonovich. Andrey Petrovich.

Gentlemen...

I must for the last time remind you about the possibility of reconciliation.

Come to your senses.

Gentlemen, please, listen to Pyotr Ivanovich.

Yakov Platonovich, you know the prosectorium is overcrowded as it is.

Do you want to be there as well?

Andrey Petrovich, be sensible.

Thank you, but this is unnecessary.

Well then, gentlemen, I suppose we can start.

Dr. Milz, be so kind, please, read the conditions.

Gentlemen,

you will shoot from 15 paces,

and you will not shoot in turn, but at the same time.

Please, hand in your letters

exonerating your opponent in case either one of you is killed.

Gentlemen, please choose your weapon.

Yakov Platonovich.

To the barrier, gentlemen.

Thank you for the delay.

Pyotr Ivanovich, I did my best.

Advance!

Fire!

THE LIVING CORPSE

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