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IDIOT

Chilly?

Highly.

I did not even think
that we are so cold.

Weaned.

From afar, or what?
Yes, four years in Switzerland.

I was sent there to treat

some strange nervous disease -
like a fall or a whittle dance.

With trembling and convulsions.

What, cured?

No, they did not cure.

Money must have been overpaid for nothing.
Overseas doctors paid for nothing.

True Truth!

Only our money is transferred to us.
"Listen, do not come across, you beast!"

I do not know how

and my doctor has kept me
there for almost two years.

Yes, and paid the way back.

There is no one else to pay, or what?
Did not have.

I wrote a distant relative, but for
some reason I did not get an answer.

So with that came here.

Where is this?

- So where do I stop?
- Yes.

Yes, I really do not know yet.

Prince. Myshkin.

Prince Myshkin?

I do not know. So I did not even hear it.

Even the rumor subsided.

I'm the last.

Rogozhin. The Parthenon.
Very nice.

Yeah, it's not the same...?

Yes, those same ones.

Yes, yes, of those.

I am slightly acquainted
with Nastasya Filippovna ..

If you ever say a word about Nastasya Filippovna,
you put down a god, you'll be struck.

Based on the novel by F.M. Dostoevsky.

So. How can I serve?

Yes, I have no important business
except the joy of meeting you

I'm just off the train.
I came here from Switzerland.

For acquaintance, I have little time.

So what do you have there?

I felt that you would see in
my visit some special purpose.

Except as a pleasure to meet,
I have no private purpose.

Pleasure and for me extraordinary,
but not all the same fun,

sometimes, you know, things are happening.

Moreover, I can not see what
the common can be between us.

Of course, there is not much in common.

If you strain, then your spouse -
my distant relative.

But very distant. This should not
be taken into consideration at all.

I have been abroad for
more than four years,

In the hospital, I
need good people.

I have not stopped anywhere yet.

So as to explain everything at once...

Since we agreed that there is no word
about the relationship between us,

then, the most true...

Get up and go!

Well, then...
Maybe, it is so necessary.

I do not know anything in the local customs,
nor in general, how people live here.

Sorry that bothered.

Hold on.

After all, I still do not know you at all!
Maybe my wife will want to see my relatives.

Wait, if at you time suffers.
Yes, my time suffers!

Is it possible to smoke here somewhere?
No no. Here it is impossible.

There is a proverb: In
a strange monastery...

Two words, please.

Have you at least some kind of state?
That is... I'm sorry that I'm so...

Pardon me, I understand.
There is no state.

And what do you intend
to live for now?

I wanted to work somehow.

Do you know the skills, talents
that are given by the daily bread?

I'm a sick man and have not studied much,
but I have an excellent handwriting.

Sit here, I'll be right back. Do not
go anywhere and do not touch anything.

What are you doing here? Invoices sent?

What's this?

Nastasya Filippovna!
Where did you get it from?

She herself sent.

By the way, she did not ask for your portrait?
- No, and, apparently, never ask.

It does not mean anything.

You did not forget? Tomorrow the lady has
a birthday, we will go, we were invited.

Here and my word means something!

What? Already also you do not want?

I said nothing.

If you refuse, say: I refuse!

No one will not hold you.

I want.

But you know how it
can sometimes be!

Do not be afraid. I will be your support
tomorrow. It is not so terrible as it seems.

Merry portrait!

But she suffered terribly, did not she?

What? Do you know her?

Yes. I met Rogozhin on the train...

Yes? And how did he seem to you?

I do not know how to tell you.

It seemed that he had a lot of sick passion.
Yes, he himself is still quite sick.

Apparently, he had already fallen
asleep, if he had. Oh, is that so?

From her, I advise
you to stay away!

- You are welcome!
- What is it?

This is a purely
classic English font.

I slightly changed the oval -
a bit rounder,

and in addition, a stroke is allowed,

and a stroke is the most dangerous thing!

Roscher needs an unusual taste,
but I did it all the same.

Yes, you, sir, an artist!

My youngest daughter, too, makes all sorts
of things out of wood and pictures.

I'll go talk to my wife,

and if she does not have time to
meet with you, do not be angry.

Next time.

So you like such a woman, prince?

Awesome face!

And would you marry such a woman?

I can not marry
anyone, I'm not well.

And Rogozhin would have married?
What do you think?

Why not?

I would have married, and within
a week I would have stabbed him.

Hungry and even seizures?

They are rare. And besides,
he is almost like a child,

I ask you to examine him, they say, what kind of person?
- Do you need to test?

Ah, my friend, do not
attach such a meaning.

I meant to caress him, because
it's almost a good thing.

He only from Switzerland does
not know where to lay the head.

Besides, he wants to get out of the way.
Why not feed it?

And in addition, the child is perfect, you
can play with him again in blindfold.

Do you play blind man's buffs? How?
Maman, stop introducing yourself.

Call him, Rara, ma'am allows.

But in order to certainly tie a napkin
around his neck when he sits at the table.

Is he calm at least in seizures?
Mama!

Please sit down, prince.

No, here, move closer to the
light, so that I can see.

Well, tell me something.

How did Switzerland seem to you?

The first impression was strong.

In the evening I arrived in Lucerne,
and I was taken to the lake.

I felt like it was good, but I really
wanted to cry at the same time.

Why?

It's always hard for me to look at beauty.

Then we'll talk about something fun.

Well, Aglaya? She's an
artist, she does nothing.

I would also like to paint beauty, only
the plot for the picture I can not find.

Find me, prince, the plot for the picture!

Write the face of the
criminal before he dies.

Face?

And what is it, this face?

A minute before the execution.

No, about what he thinks or...

Now he is a man,

but who or what will he be in a minute?

He sees the rays of the sun above his head

and thinks that these
rays are his new essence,

that in three minutes it
will merge with light.

In fact, they do not think about you
badly - it's by their faces to see.

Yes, and I know that.

What do you know about our faces?

You have the happiest face.

Of all three, the most attractive.

You come to people simply and fun.

And you also have a very pretty face,

but on the heart of some secret sadness.

Your soul is without a doubt
kind, but you are not happy.

What, am I a good guesser?

Yes!

And about your face, I
really have nothing to guess.

You are a perfect child.

You see!

You thought of him
as a poor fellow,

but he himself could hardly choose you.

And about my face is the true truth:
I am a child and before you knew it,

but you expressed my idea in one word.

Well, what about Aglaya?

Tell you later.

Why then? "Too noticeable?"

She's so good that it's scary to look.

The most beautiful here!

But only? And properties?

Beauty is difficult to judge.
Beauty is a mystery.

So you asked Aglaye a riddle!

And is she good, prince?

Extremely!

Almost like Nastasya Filippovna.

Like who-oh-oh?

Nastasya Filippovna.
Just now a portrait of her here saw.

Where did you see him?

Bring it here!
We also want to see!

Good, it's too simple.
So even a little funny.

He, however, did
well with our faces.

All flattered, even the maman.

He did not flatter.

And I'm flattered.

Where?

They wanted to see him.

For what?

I told them how good she was.
You do not think about anything else.

And what did you say? Well, word by word!
From the very beginning, what did you say?

I spoke about Switzerland,

about the lake in Lucerne...
about criminals...

And about me that they talked, idiot?

Did you tell them that I would marry her?
You?!

I did not know that you
were getting married!

But I'm a little uncomfortable when
they call me an idiot in the eye.

I'm sorry, prince.

I'm afraid of this woman.

Nastasya was four years old when
her parents died in a fire.

The girl was taken up by a friend
of their family, Someone Totsky,

a very rich man, and when she was
12, she began to live with her.

All this turned out, calmly and
happily, with taste and grace.

Later, Nastasya vowed to
avenge her husband in any way.

Now Totsky wants to marry a young man, but he
is afraid of revenge by Nastasya Filippovna.

He offered Nastasya Filippov
75 thousand rubles,

but his fear is so great that
he wants me to marry her!

After all, maybe a woman is
more affectionate in marriage.

So you appreciate this and that beauty?

With such beauty, the
world can be turned!

May be enough?

Today is my day!

You burn, you have a fever?

Shall I bring you a shawl?

This is my friend, he really wanted
to come to you on his birthday.

I just as you imagined.

And how did you know that it was me?

By the portrait.

"Come on in."

Meet, Totsky, my benefactor and
foster father. Already heard?

In passing.

This is my beautiful sister.

Oh, prince!

We have long been acquainted!
Do not shout!

Teach us the game that promised.

The game? What kind of game?

Ah, that game!

There is such a game:

Everyone should tell about himself,
about his very bad deed in life,

Only sincerely, do not lie!

Bragging is special!

No, I've played it before.

And it was possible?

That's it, there is not.
However, it was fun!

In his that is a kind.

It's right, try, gentlemen!

In fact, we somehow feel sad.

Yes for me, so with this game
soon cry, but do not laugh.

I believe that this thing
is completely ridiculous.

No, this is a great game!

Well, who is the first?

So.

Whoever pulls out a broken
match, that's where to start.

A strange idea.
So it is necessary.

And if something is such that it is
impossible to tell... with the ladies?

So you do not tell this; As if there
were too few bad things to do.

What kind of eyes do we look
at each other in the morning?

Wolves are afraid to not go to the forest!

I!

I so much wanted to listen to Myshkin, the
sins of the others have long been known to me.

I always tell the same story.

I was somehow
visiting my friend...

On the table lay money.

In the room, nothing...

I took the money... and
put it in my pocket.

For what?

I myself do not know!

Then Daria the servant was suspected.

Daria was completely lost, she
said she did not take it.

And I even began to convince
her to confess to the theft.

The girl did not admit,

she cried and was driven
away on the very next day.

And later you did it?

Of course not.

How dirty it is!

You want to hear about the most bad
act, and yet you need brilliance!

And do not finish it at all?

The general seems to be
following you in turn.

And after you I will.

If you also tell me, I am ready
to tell you all my life,

Because as I happened to do in my
life, actions are not quite elegant.

I was still young then,

And in those years, Dumas's wonderful
novel "The Lady with the Camellias".

Which, in my opinion, is not
destined to die, or grow old.

Camellia flowers came
in a rare fashion...

My friend and I were secretly
in love with the same girl,

but here is the day of her birth.

A friend confessed that he
found for a hundred versts

the only place where
camellias are grown.

He said that he would go
there before his birthday,

To give the girl a bouquet of camellias.

The same night I woke up,
rushed to those hotbeds

and bought up all the flowers to one.

And in the morning the camellia was at
the feet of our common lady of heart.

And the friend's hopes finally collapsed.

But instead of the most shameful case,
you told the most romantic. It's a pity!

Sorry, why?

I have one anecdote...

Here, my old friends
want to marry me all.

Tell me whether to marry me or not?

As you say, I will.

For whom?

For this!

No.

You heard?

These things are not joking.
This is a cordial affair.

I'm not kidding.

All!

But what does it have to do with it?

I do not know, he can be trusted.

So I thought.

Myshkin...

Myshkin himself... Up to
seventy-five thousand gets, right?

Is that what you wanted to say? It is so?

Nastasya!

What? Not decent enough?

Now I believe that people
can kill for money.

Why do you allow this shameless
so to humiliate yourself?

What did you say?
Ask forgiveness!

What are you into my business?

Such representations are common here.

What is it?

One hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand I was appreciated?

More I do not.

Why do not you drive him away?

Why?

What is Rogozhin's fault?

Because in me nothing of his own.

And without me, who will take it?

Votty, Lebedev, would you like me?

I?

Honestly, I do not.

But the prince, perhaps, will take it.

True?

True.

How so?
You do not even know what it is, me.

This is immediately obvious.

And what am I?

I do not know anything about
you, but what have you suffered,

And out of this hell came out clean -
it's a lot.

What kind of hell?
Yes, is he a bit of that, or what?

Nastasya, do not touch
him any more, do not.

You gave money to Mr. Totsky,

No one here will do it.

So why be embarrassed and
immediately run away from Rogozhin?

And where do you marry?

You need a nanny for yourself!

If we are poor, I will work.

Look how he looks. With an open mouth.

And I can work to go...

In the laundry.

But we, maybe, will not be poor.

This morning I received a
letter from Switzerland.

My doctor died and
inherited all my fortune!

The right thing.

Get a million and a half.

Aye yes, prince!

Congratulations! Sincerely.
Congratulations!

And what should I do now?

Went off!

End it! Arms!

What are you raving about here! Go away!

You are drunk!

It is best to go to bed now.

You need to take care of you.

Well, hold on!

Rogozhin!

Where did you want to take me?
In a restaurant!

So let's go!

What, for the truthful?

Do not Cry. I do not know
anything about children.

This Totsky goes, he loves kids.

Take money with you.

Well,

and now you have lost everything.

You know, I got an idea.

I'll throw the pack into the
fireplace, into the fire,

if you pull out money with your bare
hands from the fire, they are all yours!

Only let the fire envelop her
all, but it's not interesting.

I will not let anyone else close!

This is my money. My?

Yours!

Do not... do not... do we connect it?

Well, why are you standing there?

You're not going anywhere!

Hey, they'll burn you, after
all, after you hang yourself!

Do not be silly, you blockhead, go!

Somewhere the Negroes are starving...

Get into the fireplace!

I fainted!

Withstood.

Get out!

After receiving the inheritance, the prince
changed his appearance for the better.

In clothes there was a change: Everything
on it was new, but sewn, perhaps,

too fashionable for a man who is
not at all interested in this.

A week after the binge with Rogozhin,
Nastasya disappeared without a trace.

Then, Rogozhin found the same,
gave it almost the right word.

Marry him.
And disappeared a second time.

They say that she lived with Myshkin for
a month, but she also ran away from him.

She said that to go beyond Rogozhin - the
same, that run into the edge of the knife,

but it will perish one way or another.

Well, what are you staring at?

"Come on in!"

Here and live?

What a gloom... Grimy you sit.

It's not your father, is it?

He is the most.

Why did you laugh at
Father's portrait again?

You look like.

And she said the same thing recently,
when she also looked at this portrait!

Do you?

She thought that I needed education.

Here and will live?

You know perfectly well:
It does not depend on me.

I'm not your enemy!

You know, she herself rushed to me,
asked me to "save" her from you...

Her true words!

We lived together for a month,

and then she ran away from me.

I'm not your rival.

I do not love her,

but with pity.

Listen, what did you come
here to be sorry for?

I did not come for her.

Do you cut the sheets, or what?
Yes.

So this is...

completely new.

Well, what's new? Can not
I buy a new knife now?

I want to get out of here.

Copy!

Father the deceased bought all the trash.

But this picture I like.

From this picture, in some
other way, faith can be lost!

Disappears and then.

I was almost joking,

and you are so serious!

Do you believe in God or not?

How strange you ask and...
you look!

Many, after all, do not believe.

It's hard to talk about faith

or measure it.

I know the story of a man
who crossed himself,

and then took and cut a friend's
throat to take his watch.

Great story!

Tell me, did you follow me yesterday?

Head heavy.

And I had the same feeling
when the seizures began.

He felt the same things that
happened before seizures.

In a state of epilepsy, there is a stage
when all sensations are amplified.

When suddenly, in the midst of sadness and
spiritual darkness, his brain seems to ignite.

This is a short moment when everything
seems to form a higher harmony and beauty,

gives an unknown sense of perfection,
uncertainty and pacification.

Suddenly he felt ashamed that he
was thinking badly of Rogozhin.

Rogozhin said that his
love is not pity.

But was not that book on
his desk that meant pity?

Perhaps, someday he will understand,

that it is criminal to love such
a broken woman passionately...

Maybe he will become her
servant, brother and friend.

Compassion will comprehend and
inspire Rogozhin himself,

For it is the most important and, perhaps,
the only law of the existence of mankind.

"You forgot to kiss my soul!"

Death...

without the anointing.

He sleeps, and he should not interfere.
"I'm on top."

God, man is near death, and
you do not let anyone close!

I think we will be cramped here.

Do you live here alone?

- Not married?
- No.

And there's nothing to grin. It happens.

You have changed so much.

Much to the best.

The young lady wore blue spectacles and decided
that she had mastered her own "beliefs."

And the plot for the picture we all
have to come up with a family.

Mom, the plot is already there.
Has already?

Which one?

The knight is poor.
Based on a sad poem.

And even a model is available.

As you can see, alive and quite healthy.

I can not stand poetry and could not,
but I would like to listen to it.

There lived in the world a
knight poor, silent and simple,

with a gloomy and pale look,
a spirit bold and direct.

He had one vision, an
unfamiliar mind, -

and a deep impression in
his heart struck him,

Returning to his castle distant,
he lived, strictly imprisoned,

everything is silent, everything
is sad, like a madman he died.

What is he kochevryazhitsya? Drunk again?

Someone came here. You asked.
I wrapped it around.

Who came in?

That's the secret.

Whose secret? I have no secrets.

Your secret.

You yourself have forbidden me,
dearest prince, to speak with you...

Who here to you walks?

You're alone, are not you? Not married?
No not married.

I promised to marry almost everyone!
Almost.

Is there anything sacred for you?

If you are still meeting with her,
why then do you send Aglaya news?

Yes, I did.

I felt so bad that I wanted
to write something beautiful.

Where is one hundred thousand?

Look for in nastasyanih panties.

It was beautiful, but my back ached.

Look to the right.

Do you like this place?

Very beautiful.

Sometimes before sunrise, at
seven o'clock, I come to sit.

Do not worry, I'm not sticking
with a knife to my throat.

And now I'm coming to you from her.

She must say something to you very much!

What to say?

Today I looked at how you listened to music
with it. She knows about it for a long time.

He thinks that you are in love.
No.

It's all the same to me, prince,

but she said:
"I want to see him happy!"

Hence, therefore, he loves.

She's assigned you a day today.

Tomorrow I'll come to you...
what time is it?

Twelve.

I'm going home. How are you?

For what?

Do not even come?

You're so strange.

I've been sitting here before and
remembered that today is my birthday.

Come to me, let's have some wine.

I have wine at home.
"Wish me happiness."

So I'll tell her -
what did you stop drinking?

Yes.

He does not die, by the hour?

For God's sake: An hour?
How long did I sleep?

You slept seven or eight minutes.

And you even considered
minutes while I was sleeping?

Enough. Two glasses drank, the doctor
did not allow me to drink more.

Hello.

What time is it now?

What's the difference, everyone is here.

It's an hour! Now is the time.

I wrote this all night and
finished in the morning.

What do you have?
Now you will hear.

What kind of reading?
Now we'll have a snack.

People just came. Sit down!

He took his brother with him.

Previously, he was not like that.

I'll return this burnt package to you.

At the first opportunity.

- Are you afraid?
- What?

Does anyone have any coins?

Throw: An eagle or tails? Eagle - read!

Eagle!

Epigraph:

After me, at least a flood!

Could I seriously put
such a stupid epigraph?

I'm already ashamed.
"There's a lot of conversation."

Not so this thing has to
be done, man, not so...

Now.

After me, even the deluge.

Yesterday the doctor blurted out that
I had to live about a month or more.

After his departure, I saw in my dream
a terrible animal, some monster.

It was like a scorpion,

But not a scorpion, but worse and worse.

But then our dog rushed into the room
and grabbed the reptile with her teeth.

The shell crackled on her teeth, and from the crap
the white juice poured into the dog's tongue.

And then I woke up.

I did not reread,

but, it seems, wrote a lot of superfluous.

There is.

Whoever does not want, he can retire,
who wants to listen - listen...

Are you running away, or what?

From someone else's birthday.

More interrupt reading will not.

I began to pursue the idea,

It's like the couple of
weeks that I stayed,

it is not worth living.

About ten days ago I went
to see Rogozhin, one case,

about which here it is
superfluous to spread.

He had a painting on the wall.

Painters usually depict Christ with a
touch of wonderful beauty in his face,

but it was a wounded corpse.

The body that was subject to the law of nature
on the cross is completely and perfectly.

Which does not overcome death.

This picture as if just expresses

the notion of a dark,
brazen and pointless

force, to which everything is subordinated.

It seems that Rogozhin realized
what I was thinking...

but did not say anything.

I went home and went to bed.

I think it was already the
first hour at the beginning.

Suddenly the door of the room
opened and Rogozhin entered.

Suddenly I thought:

What if it's not Rogozhin,
but only a vision?

In the morning I saw that the door was
locked and no one could enter the room.

This made me decide.

You can not stay in a life
that takes the form of ghosts.

It's humiliating.

And in that case...

the only thing I can start
and finish at will...

suicide.

The sun rose.

And you thought it would not rise, or what?

Well, do we disagree?

Do you intentionally want to offend me?
"You're just a fool."

Have I tortured you or not? Speak!

Stretched a little, but...

To that, he also led
me to hold hands.

Ek have sat! Bones hurt.

The situation is funny, but, really,
I do not know what to advise...

Is it really a misfire?

Maybe not loaded?
Charged! Look.

I forgot.

Sorry, I forgot accidentally,
not on purpose.

You see, the capsules are
here, all in your pocket.

I'll say it right away,
or you'll think that...

I will give it to you tomorrow,

but now go to sleep. Do you agree?

Come, I'll take you home.

I'm saying good-bye to the man.

Are you sleeping now!
It is you!

I slept here!

I saw it.

Nobody woke me, except for you?
I thought there was another woman here.

Another woman?

It was just a dream.

So which woman did you see in your dream?

You yourself know.

Do you still love her?

Oh, I loved her;
Very fond of, but then...

then she guessed everything.
What have you guessed?

That I only feel sorry for her.

And did you know that she wrote to me?

Do you know what?

I'm not surprised at
anything; She's insane.

She writes to me that
she is in love with me.

She writes that she noticed
that you also love me,

and that I alone will
make your happiness...

This is the proof of her insanity.

If you say that your woman is insane,
persuade her not to write to me!

Or I'll ask my father to put
her in a strait house...

Are you satisfied with this?

Then sacrifice yourself, if
it's your way, benefactor!

Dear Aglaya!

Who am I?

And who are you?

We are two such opposites.

I never once asked
you if you love him.

But I understood without a word
that you were a light to him.

You alone can love
without selfishness.

You can ask,

why do I want to connect you:
For you or for yourself?

For myself, of course.

I heard that you said then about
my portrait, that with such beauty

you can turn the world around.

But I gave up the world.

It must be funny for you to hear,

meeting me in lace-diamonds,
with drunkards and rascals.

But I already almost do not exist.

My soul is in hell.

And I myself am holding on to this hell!

I already almost do not exist.

Every time I'm here,

It seems to me that he has a razor
wrapped in silk in his box.

Rave.

These letters were also like a dream.

Sometimes we have strange dreams...

Awake, you remember them clearly,

but at the same time feel as if said

your dream is something new and
prophetic, now is something true, vital.

Almost the same was after these letters.

How could Nastasya Filippovna have
such a crazy dream in her head?

And the most surprising thing for him
was that all this had already happened.

Aglaya explained to Myshkin in love.

Of course, it was a dream,
a nightmare and insanity,

but it was excruciatingly valid

and suffering-just.

The trouble has happened.
what?

The wallet was gone.

From the side pocket.

What is it like?

So someone stole. "Who?"

I do not remember.

Because of all the vodka.

A nightmare, just a nightmare!

If God wants to punish -
then deprives the mind.

Look, it's embarrassing
to ask, but...

You can not lend me a thousand?
Till Tuesday.

Disgusting. It is terribly unpleasant.
"Do not start."

With good people, it's much better to have
things than with all sorts of rascals.

Can I sit down here?

Will not I get in the way?

Where did you get this sign?
what, what?

The failure of memory!

My grandmother in all
saw the divine signs.

I was waiting for an omnibus at a
stop, and when he came, I thought:

Look, Lord God sent me the
omnibus at just the right time.

And then the money was gone. Then they found
themselves in the bushes, surprisingly.

You see, God sent me money!

You know, and I think,
like your grandmother,

Yearning, what, what.

I was afraid of all my childhood that a brick
would fall on my head if I were to be bad.

I'm still afraid.

So, sweetheart, what Osho says:

If you want to find inspiration,

forget about your intentions and get
involved in something different -

carry water from a well or quantity.

And so you will re-discover the beauty
that the Lord shows to the world.

Did you hear, Aglaya?

And Myshkina, for example,
suppresses beauty.

Maybe he's just a weak person.

Hedgehog!

Wait, and show me!

- He is not mine!
- And whose?

Him.

Actually, it's not our hedgehog.

A friend gave money to
buy him "1001 night" ',

but we took yes and bought
a hedgehog and an ax.

So now hedgehog and his ax.

Bring my bag here!

Do you know Myshkin?

Here, take it to him and say
that it's from one girl

in a sign of respect.

I always lock the door at night.

I'm not afraid of thieves, but
suddenly what a crazy one will come...

Go into the room and stay in the dark.
Why should I frighten myself to death?

By the way, with me there was such a case.

When Nastatya was small,

she was afraid at night
and came to my room.

Just standing in front
of the bed, in the dark.

I woke up and was terribly frightened.

Did you get my hedgehog?

Got.

Explain, what do you think about it?

So how did I take this hedgehog?

It's not that: Are you marrying me or not?

For peace in our family
this is extremely important.

Ah, Lord!
Well, it goes beyond all boundaries.

If you want to know if I love
you, then yes, very much.

Then I'd better ask directly:

Do you ask for my hand or not?

I beg.

Drink water, gather strength.

I refuse.
We are no longer children.

And what is your condition?
You can not do it this way.

A condition... that is money?
Exactly.

I now have one hundred and
thirty-five thousand.

Only that?
Yes, nothing, especially if you save ..

Intend to serve? I wanted to
take the exam for the teacher...

Do you think you are a teacher?

Teacher?

I did not imagine this, but...

It was a joke.

Only laughter, from the very
beginning, with a hedgehog.

No, I will not allow this,
I will not allow it!

Wait, seriously...

It was a joke.

It was a joke, but not from
yours, but from her part.

Hold on.

Everyone is staring.

What to do? Fate.

With you, you can talk
about something seriously?

For once in your life?

Or seriously, you say only that
beauty will save the world?

You look at me so gloomily.

I know why. Be silent.

Are you happy? Happy?

Today now? With her?

- What she said?
- Calm down.

Wait.

Why did not you say anything to her?
Are you happy or not?

Better not.

You must come with me.
Force enough?

I have the strength, but the point?

I need this.

You know why I came here.

I do not know.

Look at him!

Anyone who wants to, can deceive him,
and then he will forgive everyone.

That's why I fell in love with him...

You are vain...

No, not vain, the error came out...

Not vain, but morbidly selfish.

And most of all you love,
perhaps your shame.

I did not tell him or
you that I loved him.

Why did not you throw Totsky?

Just... without theatrical performances?

You read too many poems, you are
a bookwoman and a belochka.

Are not you a Belorussian?

Well, that's enough.

I want to say, why
did you come here?

Struck, that's why they came.

Were you scared?

And if you want, I now... at-ka-zhu him,
and he will leave you and stay with me?

And you run home alone?

Do you want it?

Why did not you answer,
are you happy?

No! No!

You could say that you are happy.

Go away, Rogozhin.

You look perfect!

Are they in love?

Congratulations!

Having seen you,

wanted to come up and
say something stinging!

But no.

People already hint at me too,

that a decent man dies quietly.

Once I read one book.
It said about one death.

The man was put on the stake and stayed there for 15
hours on the stake, in the frost, in the fur coat.

Well, tell me yourself,
well, how do you think,

how best to die, more virtuous?

You know these subtleties.

Go past and forgive
us our happiness!

Well said.

So I thought! I certainly
expected something of the sort,

Eloquent people!

Bye.

Apparently, in the next world.

We are severely disappointed
in you, prince.

One of the most characteristic features of my
life is the frequent disappointment of people.

She does not want to see you again!

I really need to talk to her!

For what? You do not like her!

I love.

So, both want to love?

Yes.

Poor idiot!

"You forgot to kiss my soul!"

Nastasya Filippovna is not she knowing?

I have.

Would you light a candle?

No, do not.

Where is Nastasya Filippovna?

There.

Sleeping?

Come closer, then.

Just...

Come out.

You know what's wonderful to me:

Quite a knife deep passed...
under the very left breast...

And the blood of the whole with a
half-spoon of a dining room has emerged...

Do you hear?

No.

We spend the night here together.

On the floor. Bed, okromya
one, there is not.

You that bad?

No.

Before falling...

as if some kind of insight is coming...

Like the mind and heart

some kind of light is pervading.

And so it's good!

I know, from the illness it is,

so what if...