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Day 126 - 40°45'53"N 74 - Expedition in danger - off course - engines inoperative

- life-support almost exhausted - working without respite

- time running out - water rationed - - life depends on last oxygen reserves

- constant struggle with darkness and cold - each day increasingly difficult

- last remnants of humour - using imagination to evoke times long past.

This Red Sea makes me shiver...

...as if it were flowing right over me.

I'll drown a Pharaoh out of revenge.

What are you doing?

Watching Paris' thousand smoking chimneys...

...and thinking of that treacherous old stove...

...living in idleness like a great lord!

It no longer receives its due.

What are those foresters doing?

Rodolfo, let me tell you my profound conviction...

- I'm freezing cold. - And I don't believe in work any more.

My fingers are frozen as if I'd thrust them...

...into Musetta's ice-box of a heart.

- Love is a fire which wastes too much... - And too quickly!

- ...where man is the kindling wood... - ...and woman is the spark...

- One burns in a flash... - The other looks on...

- Meanwhile we are freezing here... - ...and dying of hunger!

- We need a fire... - Wait...

Let's sacrifice a chair!

- Eureka! - You've found something? - Yes!

Sharpen your wits! Let Thought burst into flame!

- Shall we burn the Red Sea? - No, painted canvas stinks.

My ardent drama will warm us.

Do you intend to read it? You turn me cold.

Let the paper turn to ashes, and genius rise to the heavens

Terrible misfortune menaces our century!

- Rome is in peril... - Courage!

Start with the first act!

- Rip it! - Light it!

What a cheerful glow!

The signs of the Apocalypse are already upon us.

On Christmas Eve no one accepts pledges.

- A flame... - Hush! Let's give my play... - ...to the fire!

- I find it sparkling. - Lively!

- It doesn't last long. - A great virtue!

Give me the chair!

These intervals make you hungry!

- Act two. - Not a whisper!

- Profound thought! - The perfect tone...

A languid love scene goes up in smoke...

A page crackles.

There were kisses in there!

And now three acts in one!

The bold ideas of thought united!

- The flame's already dying... - What a vain, fragile drama!

It crackles... and dies.

Down with the author!

- Wood! - Cigars! - Bordeaux!

Fate has offered us a feast!

The Bank of France is in the red on your account.

- Coins... - Who is this man? - Louis Philippe!

I bow to my king!

Listen. There's a fine story to this gold.

- Let's warm up the stove. - It's suffered from the cold.

An English Lord, Milord, or whatever, wanted a musician.

- Let's set the table! - I hurry to see him!

I introduce myself. I ask him:

"When do our lessons begin?"

I introduce myself. "When do our lessons begin?"

He replies "Let's begin!"

He points to a parrot. "Play until it drops dead!"

I played for three days... At last I managed to charm the maid...

- Dinner without a tablecloth? - I've an idea! - The newspaper!

I fed the parrot some parsley...

It stretched its wings, it opened its beak...

A scrap of parsley, and it died like Socrates..

- Who? - The devil take all of you!

What are you doing now? These provisions are in store...

...for the dark days to come.

Dining at home on Christmas Eve...

...when the Latin Quarter is adorned...

...with sausages and tit-bits...

...when the aroma of fritters pervades those old streets...

Young girls are singing happily...

It's Christmas Eve...

A little sanctity, gentlemen.

We'll drink at home... but we'll dine out!

- May I? - Who's there? - Benoît...

- The landlord! - Let's shut the door on him!

- There's no one here. - The door's locked.

A word!

Just one!

Rent!

- Bring a chair! - Quickly! - Please don't bother...

Something to drink? A toast!

- Cheers! - Last quarter...

- That's fine... - And therefore... - A toast!

To your good health!

Last quarter you promised...

I'll keep my promise!

- What are you doing? - Are you mad?

Stay with us a while.

Tell me: how old are you?

- How old? - Our age, more or less.

- Much more! - He said more or less...

The other evening at Mabille they caught you courting...

- Me? - At Mabille...

- Do you deny it? - Pure chance! - A pretty girl... - Very.

- You rogue! - Seducer!

- What a force of nature! - He's a man of taste...

How he swaggered, proud as a peacock!

I'm old, but strong.

And so feminine virtue yielded to him.

I'm catching up on my shy youth.

There's nothing like a cheerful young girl...

...and who's a little...

...well, not a whale exactly nor a globe...

But not skinny, no!

Skinny women are nothing but a nuisance...

They're always complaining...

...for example...

...my wife!

This married man hides lustful desires in his heart and defiles a respectable home!

- Out with him! - Disinfect the room! - Throw out the scoundrel!

- Our offended morality expels you! - Silence!

- Gentlemen! - Silence! Out, sir!

And good evening to your lordship!

I've paid the rent!

- Momus awaits us in the Latin Quarter. - Long live spendthrifts!

Let's divide the loot!

There we'll see beauties from heaven...

Now you're rich, try to look presentable

Bear, trim your fur!

I'll make my first acquaintance with a barber.

Lead me to the absurdly outrageous razor.

Let's go...

I'll stay to finish my article.

- Hurry, then! - Five minutes. I know my job.

- We'll wait for you downstairs. - Don't dawdle, or else...

- Five minutes... - Be quick!

- Mind the stairs! - Careful...

- It's pitch dark. - Damned caretaker!

Dammit!

- Colline, are you dead? - Not yet!

Hurry up!

Day 128 - 40°47'60"N 76 the sublime beauty of the universe -

- I don't know what to do...

I'm not feeling inspired...

- Who's there? - Excuse me. - A woman...

I'm sorry, my light has gone out.

- Could you... - Come in for a moment. - There's no need..

- You're not well? - No... it's nothing...

You're pale!

I'm out of breath... the stairs.

Now what shall I do?

How ill she looks!

- Do you feel better? - Yes...

It's so cold here. Sit by the fire.

Wait... A little wine?

- Thank you. - Here. - Just a little.

- Like that... - Thank you.

(What a lovely creature!)

Please let me relight my candle. I'm better now.

- Such a hurry! - Yes.

Thank you. Good evening.

Good evening...

Where have I left the key to my room?

Don't stay there. The wind makes your light flicker.

Please will you relight it.

Mine's gone out too!

- Where can it be? - I can't see a thing.

- Unlucky me! - Where can it be?

- I'm a bothersome neighbour! - Not at all!

What do you mean?

- Search! - I'm searching.

Where can it be? Have you found it?

- No. - I thought... - I assure you...

- Are you looking? - I'm looking...

Your hand is quite frozen. Let me warm it for you.

There's no point searching in the dark.

But luckily there's a moon tonight...

...and it's shining just nearby.

Let me tell you in two words...

...who I am...

...what I do, and how I live...

May I?

Who am I?

I'm a poet.

What do I do? I write.

And how do I live? I live.

In my joyful poverty I squander poems and songs of love.

Thanks to my hopes and dreams...

I'm a millionaire at heart!

But two thieves: your eyes, have stolen all my jewels...

They came in with you...

...and took away my lovely dreams.

But this theft doesn't upset me...

since hope has taken their place.

Now that you know me, it's your turn to talk.

Tell me. Who are you?

Won't you tell me?

Yes... They call me Mimi...

...but my real name is Lucia.

My story is brief. I embroider on canvas or silk.

Peaceful and happy, I make lilies and roses.

I love all gentle things...

...that speak of love...

...of spring...

...of dreams and fancies.

The things we call poetry.

- Do you understand me? - Yes.

They call me Mimi.

I don't know why.

I eat all alone at home. I rarely go to church...

...but I pray a good deal.

I live all alone...

...in a tiny white room. All I see are the roofs and the sky.

But when the thaw comes...

...the sun's first rays are mine.

April's first kiss is mine.

The sun's first rays are mine.

A rose blossoms in my vase. I watch as petal after petal unfolds.

A flower's scent is so sweet.

But the flowers I make, alas...

...have no scent.

What else can I say? I'm your bothersome neighbour.

- Rodolfo! - Are you deaf?

- Slowcoach! - Lazybones!

I've a few more lines to write.

- Who are they? - Friends.

- What are you up to alone? - There are two of us.

Go to Momus'! Keep us a place.

Momus, Momus, Momus, quietly, discreetly, we're on our way...

Lovely girl...

with so sweet a face...

...in you I see...

the dream I'd love to dream forever!

- Love rules alone! - What sweet rapture in my soul...

What sweet rapture

How his words of love flatter my heart...

- Love rules alone... - Love trembles in a kiss...

- No, please... - You are mine...

Your friends are waiting.

Are you sending me away already?

I daren't say what I'd like...

Tell me...

What if I came with you?

But Mimi...

It would be so cosy to stay here. It's cold outside.

I'll stay with you.

- And when we come back? - Wait and see!

- Give me your arm. - As you wish, sir.

Tell me you love me.

I love you.

Love...

Day 131 - 41°43'63"N 54 - Situation hopeless -

- time fluctuates between states of sleep and wakefulness

- Mimi has returned - in the space capsule reality begins to blur -

- delirium takes root - always Mimi - like a spectral dream -

- dreaming sometimes transports us back into our past

- happiest times of our lives revived - moments of exuberance and ecstasy.

Oranges, dates! Hot chestnuts! Whipped cream!

- What a crowd! - Stick close to me! Flowers for the ladies!

- Quickly! A drink! - A beer!

- Coconut milk! - What a crowd! Let's be off!

This D is flat! How much for the horn and the pipe?

- Shall we look at the bonnet? - Hang on to my arm.

I feel like shouting... "Who would care for a little love!"

- Dates! - Plums from Tours! - Let's strike a bargain...

I'll give my virgin heart for a sou!

- Trinkets, brooches... - Flowers for the ladies!

A unique copy... a runic grammar!

- Come on, my friends are waiting. - Does the bonnet suit me?

- The colour suits you perfectly. - What a lovely necklace...

When my millionaire uncles dies, I'll buy you an even prettier necklace.

What a din! What a crowd!

I can't breathe... - Let's go to Momus's...

- Who are you looking at? - Are you jealous?

Suspicion and bliss go hand in hand.

- Are you happy? - So very happy!

- And you? - Oh yes!

Here comes Parpignol with his toys!

- Two chairs! - At last!

This is Mimi, her arrival completes our fine company.

For I am the poet...

...and she is poetry!

Songs blossom in my soul, flowers blossom under her fingers...

Love blossoms in our hearts!

What rare fancies!

Digna est intrari...

Ingrediat si necessit...

I can only say: "accessit "...

Here comes Parpignol with his toys!

Parpignol!

Here comes Parpignol!

- I want the trumpet. - I want the cannon.

- Roast venison! - Turkey! - Rhine wine!

You pack of ragamuffins, what are you doing here?

Home to bed with you!

I want the trumpet!

- And what would you like, Mimi? - A crème.

And properly served. There's a lady with us.

Hurrah for Parpignol!

The drum! The soldiers!

What rare gift has Rodolfo given you?

A pink bonnet which suits me very well.

I'd been wanting one for ages.

He read the secret in my heart.

He who sees into a heart knows love well.

He's quite an expert.

He's anything but a beginner when rhymes are concerned.

We even tend to believe what he says!

Happy age of illusions and dreams!

We hope and believe, and everything seems lovely!

The most divine poetry...

...is that which teaches us to love.

Love is sweeter than honey...

Depending on taste, it's honey or poison.

- I've hurt his feelings! - He's in mourning.

- A toast! - Something to drink!

Away with sad thoughts! Let's raise our glasses!

Let me drink poison!

Musetta !

It's her all right... What a get-up!

Running about like a porter... I won't put up with it!

- Come on, Lulu... - I've had enough...

- What! Here outside? - Sit, Lulu!

Such names are for intimate moments!

- Don't play your Bluebeard! - Here is vice dignified!

- She's beautifully dressed. - All angels go naked.

- Who is she? - You should ask me.

- Her name is Musetta. - (Marcello won't look at me!)

- Surname: temptation... - Her vocation: playing the weather vane..

- (And Schaunard laughing...) - She's very fickle in love.

- (They all annoy me!) - She's a flirt...

- (If I could only hit them!) - Her usual prey: the heart!

She devours hearts! That's why I no longer have one!

This plate smells of frying!

Musetta, do be quiet!

- (He's not turning round!) - Silence! A little good manners!

- Who are you talking to? - (I'm going to hit him!)

To the waiter! I'll do as I please.

- Not so loud... - Leave me in peace...

Look at Musetta with her old dodderer!

- (Can he be jealous of this old mummy?) - Do mind your manners...

(Let's see if I can make him give in!)

What a stupendous farce!

- You won't look at me... - You can see I'm ordering...

What a stupendous farce!

You should know I'm not the forgiving sort.

But I will be yours forever. Why talk of forgiveness?

The other one pretends not to understand!

- Your heart is hammering... - Not so loud!

When I stroll out alone...

...people stop and gaze.

They study my beauty...

...from head to toe.

- (Tie me to my chair!) - What will people say?

I relish their subtly lascivious gaze...

...which guesses at my hidden beauties.

A wave of desire enfolds me...

...and fills me with joy.

- What a scurrilous song! - And since you remember...

- ...why do you flee me? - (The poor girl is mad about Marcello!)

You won't reveal your suffering

yet you feel you're dying!

- What will people say? - Marcello used to love her. - Marcello will give in...

The coquette left him for an easier life.

One sets a trap, the other jumps in.

(Marcello is craving, Marcello is beaten!)

I feel sorry for poor Musetta...

Selfish love is truly sad.

Love that has died never revives.

Let's get rid of the old man!

- What's wrong? - I'm in such pain!

Where?

My foot!

- Undo it, unlace it, please! - My youth, you're not dead!

Run to the cobbler's! Cursed tight shoe!

If you came to knock at my door, my heart would open it to you!

- Marcello! - Siren!

Now for the closing scene!

The bill?

- So soon? - Who asked for it?

Let's see...

It's very expensive! Out with your money... Colline, Rodolfo, and you, Marcello...

- The Parade! - We're broke!

What's become of my treasure?

- They're coming this way... - Give me my bill.

- They're coming this way... - No, that way!

Add my bill to that one!

The gentleman will pay!

They're coming this way...

The gentleman will pay!

I leave him my greetings!

The old man mustn't see us running off with his prey!

Let's hide in the crowd.

- Here comes the drum major! - Quickly!

Here comes the drum major! He looks around and passes by...

Here comes the drum major!

Hurrah for Musetta and her mischievous heart!

Glory and honour of the Latin Quarter!

Day 132 - 45°47'73"N 57 - Impossible to continue voyage

forced landing - last refuge lost - attempts to make contact unsuccessful

- giant heaps of dust everywhere - dense fog - all outlines blurred

- at the mercy of emptiness - our days are numbered

- Mimi... - if only I could touch her face one more time...

I'm looking for the inn where a painter is working...

- It's here... - Thank you...

Could you get the painter Marcello for me?

I have to speak to him. I'm in a hurry.

Whisper to him that Mimi's waiting for him.

Hey! That basket! -Empty. - Pass!

Mimi!

- I was hoping to find you here. - We've been here a month.

Musetta teaches singing to the patrons...

...and I am painting the façade.

It's cold. Come inside.

- Is Rodolfo here? - Yes.

- I can't go in. - Why not?

Marcello, help me!

What's happened?

Rodolfo loves me and avoids me.

He's consumed with jealousy.

A step, a word, a flower awaken his jealousy...

...then he loses his temper!

At night I pretend to be asleep...

...and I feel him spying on my dreams.

He cries out: "Don't worry about me!

Find yourself another lover!"

His obsession is like an inner voice. But what can I reply to him

People like you shouldn't live together.

We must leave one another.

Help us! We have tried... but in vain.

Musetta and I love each other lightheartedly.

Young loves are made up of song and laughter!

- Do what you can for the best. - Very well...

- ...I'll wake him. - Is he asleep?

He got here an hour before dawn and fell asleep on a bench.

Look.

What a cough!

I've been exhausted since yesterday.

He left me last night, saying: "It's all over."

So I came here.

He's waking... he's looking for me...

- He's coming... - He mustn't see me.

Go home now, for goodness' sake.

Don't make a scene here.

At last! No one can hear us here.

I want to leave Mimi.

Are you so fickle?

I believed my heart was dead...

But at the sight of those blue eyes...

...it has revived!

Now boredom assails it...

And you want to bury it once more?

- For ever. - Change your tune!

Unhappy love is only for fools.

If it doesn't sparkle, love is pure misery.

- You're jealous... - A little.

Touchy, moody, full of prejudices...

- ...tiresome, obstinate! - (He'll make him lose his temper...)

Mimi flirts with everybody.

Some viscount makes eyes at her...

And she shows her ankle in a provocative way.

You don't seem sincere.

Well, I'm not.

I hide my true torment in vain.

I love Mimi more than anything.

But I'm afraid.

She is so ill.

Every day she grows weaker.

The poor creature is doomed.

(What can he mean?)

A terrible cough shakes her.

Her pale cheeks are flushed.

- Poor Mimi... - (Must I die?)

My room is a hovel. There's no more fire.

The north wind blows all round.

Mimi sings and smiles, and remorse overcomes me.

She is dying because of me.

- What's to be done... - (My life...)

- Mimi is a hot-house flower... - (My poor life is over...)

Love cannot suffice to bring her back to life.

- Mimi, you here? - She heard us then... - Did you hear me?

I get worried for no reason.

- Come into the warm! - No, it's too stuffy. I can't breathe.

Who's Musetta laughing with?

The flirt! I'll teach her!

- Goodbye... - Are you leaving?

After joyfully answering your call of love...

...Mimi returns alone to her solitary nest.

She goes back to embroidering false flowers.

Goodbye, and with no hard feelings.

Listen. Gather up my few belongings.

In the drawer are my little ring, and my prayer book.

Bundle everything up in an apron... I'll send the concierge.

Under the pillow you'll find my pink bonnet.

If you like...

...keep it as a souvenir of our love.

Goodbye.

Goodbye...

...with no hard feelings..

So, it's really over. You're leaving.

Farewell, dreams of love!

Farewell, sweet morning awakenings!

- Farewell, life of dreams! - Farewell, reproaches and jealousy...

...dispersed by a smile from you!

- Farewell, suspicions... - Kisses... - Bitterness...

...that, like a true poet, I would rhyme with tenderness!

To be alone in winter...

...is as bad as dying.

In spring we have the sun for company.

- What were you doing with that man? - What do you mean?

- You blushed when I came in... - He was asking...

- ...if I liked dancing... - Flirt!

And I replied: "I could dance from dusk till dawn!"

- What deceitful words! - I want my freedom!

You'll get a hiding if I catch you flirting!

In spring we have the sun for company.

I hate lovers who go on like husbands!

The fountains chatter and the evening breeze...

...pours its balm over human suffering

Let's wait until spring returns.

- Housepainter! Toad! - Viper! Witch!

I am yours for ever.

We'll part when the flowers bloom again.

I wish the winter...

...would last for ever.

We'll part...

...when the flowers bloom again.

Day 159 - 46°77'75"N 69 - The end - where are we?

Death has reared its head -

Schaunard and Colline have already lost the fight

- solitude is total - acceptance of the situation

- Am extremely calm - feverish delusions - nightmares - life flashes by -

in isolated images as if on a stage -

little time left - but Mimi is still here...

- In a coupé? - With a pair and livery.

"Well, Musetta! How's your heart?", I said.

"I can't feel it beating..."

- "...under all this finery." - I'm delighted to hear it.

You grin and bear it!

Not beating? So much the better!

- Well, I saw... - Musetta? - Mimi... - You saw her?

In a carriage, dressed like a queen.

- I'm happy for her! - (The liar is broken-hearted...)

Down to work!

- Wretched pen! - Wretched brush!

Mimi, you'll never return...

Your tiny hands, your sweet-scented hair...

My brush works by magic...

- ...mixing colours against my will. - My short-lived youth!

Even when I try to paint the sky, the winter or the spring...

...it draws two dark eyes...

...and provocative lips...

...and Musetta's face appears.

- Dainty bonnet... - Her face appears...

...dainty bonnet hidden under the pillow...

- ...you know all about our happiness... - Musetta is happy...

- Come to my dead heart... - My cowardly heart calls her...

What time is it? - Yesterday's dinner time.

Where's Schaunard?

- Here we are! - Well?

- Bread. - And a dish worthy of Demosthenes...

- A herring... - ...salted!

- Dinner is served. - What a feast!

Let's put the champagne on ice.

Trout or salmon, monsieur le baron?

A parrot's tongue?

No thank you, they make me fat. I'm going to a ball tonight.

- Finished already? - I'm in a hurry. The king awaits me.

- Is something afoot? - Some mystery?

The king has summoned me to the Ministry.

Excellent...

However... I shall see the prime minister!

- Give me the goblet! - Drink while I gorge myself!

Will this noble company allow me...

- That'll do! - What a vile concoction!

I am irresistibly inspired by the spirit of romance!

No!

- A few dance movements? - Yes!

Dance with a vocal accompaniment!

Clear the room!

- A Gavotte... - A Minuet... - A Pavane...

A Fandango!

I suggest a Quadrille.

- Take the ladies' hands. - I'll announce.

Pretty young lady...

Respect my modesty, I beg of you.

- The Round comes first... - No, wretch!

- What deplorable behaviour! - You offend me!

- I'm thirsting for your blood! - One of us will be disembowelled!

- Prepare a stretcher! - Prepare a tomb!

While the duel rages on, the Rigaudon bounces and turns.

- Musetta! - It's Mimi.

She's not well. She could hardly manage the stairs.

Let's make up this sad little bed.

- Bring her something to drink... - Rodolfo...

Hush... rest quietly.

My Rodolfo...

Do you want me here with you?

Ah, Mimi, always!

She's left the viscount. She doesn't have long to live.

I looked for her everywhere.

She was dragging herself along the street...

She said: "I'm dying! I can feel it."

"I want to die beside him."

I feel much better.

Let me look round...

How nice it is here!

I return to life here.

- I feel alive again. - Blessed lips...

Never leave me again!

(Do you have any food or drink? - Nothing.)

(She'll be dead in half an hour.)

I'm so cold.

If only I had a muff.

Shall I never be able to warm my hands?

Here, in mine.

Not a word more. It tires you.

I've a bit of a cough. I'm used to that.

Hello Marcello, Schaunard, Colline...

All of you here, smiling!

- Don't talk. - I'm talking softly. Don't worry.

Marcellolo, listen. Musetta is so good.

I know.

Take these, sell them. Call a doctor.

- Do rest. - You won't leave me? - No.

Listen.

It may be the last time she asks for something.

I'll see about the muff. I'll come with you...

You're so good, my Musetta.

Listen, dear old coat...

...you're going to climb the mount of piety.

Receive my thanks.

You never bent your back to the rich and powerful.

Your pockets played host...

...to philosophers and poets.

The happy days have fled...

...so I bid you farewell, faithful friend.

Schaunard...

Let us combine two acts of charity.

I... this one... And you...

Leave them alone together.

Philosopher, you are right.

I'll go...

Have they gone?

I pretended to be asleep.

I wanted to be alone with you.

I've so many things to tell you...

...or rather just one, as huge as the ocean...

...as deep and infinite as the sea.

You are my love and my whole life.

My beautiful Mimi...

Am I still beautiful?

Beautiful as the dawn.

You're mistaken. You meant to say:

beautiful as the sunset.

"They call me Mimi..."

"I don't know why..."

The swallow has returned to its nest.

My bonnet...

Do you remember the first time I came here?

- How could I forget! - My light had gone out

You were so upset. Then you lost the key.

- You were searching in the dark. - I searched and searched...

My handsome gentleman, I can tell you now...

...you found it very quickly.

I was helping fate.

How I blushed in the dark...

"Your hand is quite frozen. Let me warm it for you.

It was dark. You took my hand.

Oh God! Mimi!

- What is it? - Nothing. I'm all right.

Please don't speak, for pity's sake!

Yes, I'm sorry. I'll be good now.

- Is she asleep? - She's resting.

The doctor's coming. I told him to hurry.

Who's talking?

Me, Musetta...

How lovely and soft!

Never again will my hands be frozen.

The warmth will make them beautiful again...

Did you give it me?

How rash! Thank you... It must have been very expensive.

You're crying?

I'm all right. Why are you crying?

Here, my love... with you always!

My hands in the warm...

...and... to sleep...

- What did the doctor say? - He's coming.

Blessed Virgin, do not let the poor soul die...

We need to protect the flame.

Let her be cured.

Holy Virgin, I am unworthy of pardon...

...but Mimi is an angel from heaven.

- I haven't lost hope. Is it serious? - I don't think so...

Marcello, she's passed away.

Musetta, take this.

- How is she? - She's peaceful.

Why all this coming and going? Why are you looking at me like that?

Be brave...