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Have you ever heard, in the quiet of night,

the voice singing of love and sorrow?

The simple, plaintive song of the shepherd's pipe

at the morning hour. Have you ever heard it?

Have you ever heard it?

Have you ever heard it?

Have you ever heard it?"

They're singing. Just as I used to,

many years ago...

Do you remember?

- You were young then... - How I loved Richardson...

I never read his novels,

but my cousin from Moscow often spoke of them.

Your husband was still courting you

but your thoughts were with another who pleased you more.

He was a famous dandy and a gambler.

How well-dressed I was in those days!

They married you without your consent...

Your husband brought you here.

Kept busy with the household, I settled down...

Heaven sends us habit

in place of happiness.

Heaven sends us habit

in place of happiness.

Corsets, albums,

Princess Pauline,

anthologies of sentimental verse,

I forgot them all.

You began to call the maid Akulka instead of "Céline"

and you went back to dressing gowns and mob caps.

Heaven sends us habit

in place of happiness.

My husband loved me dearly...

He loved you very much.

And he trusted me completely...

He trusted you with everything.

Heaven sends us habit

in place of happiness.

My little feet ache

from walking...

My little white hands ache

from working...

My poor heart aches

from loving!

I don't know how to forget my sweetheart.

My little feet ache

from walking...

My little white hands ache

from working...

How I love these songs

that carry me off into a world of dreams...

Tatiana,

you're always dreaming!

Singing always makes me gay!

"One day, across the pretty little bridge..."

I'm not one for pining away.

I don't like daydreaming in silence,

...or lingering on my balcony at night sighing

from the depths of my soul.

Why should I sigh

as my youth flows by joyfully?

I am carefree and full of fun.

People say I'm like a child.

I shall always love life!

I shall always be the same...

Filled with hope...

...light-hearted and gay.

Filled with hope...

...light-hearted and gay.

I'm not one for pining away.

I don't like daydreaming in silence...

...sighing from the depths of my soul.

Why should I sigh

as my youth flows by joyfully?

I am carefree and full of fun.

People say

I'm like a child.

Ever cheerful, like a little bird...

You are ready to dance,

aren't you?

Tatiana...

Are you feeling ill?

No, nanny, I'm quite well.

Mama, just look at Tatiana!

It's true, you're terribly pale...

I always am...

Don't be alarmed, Mama!

The book I'm reading is so absorbing...

And makes you so pale...

Of course. The torments of the two lovers

are so moving.

How they suffer!

There was a time when I used to get upset

reading such books.

With the passing years

I saw that such heroes don't exist. I don't think about it any more.

What do you think about then?

What if Lenski arrived?

Someone's coming... It's him!

Indeed it is!

He's not alone!

Who can be with him?

Mr. Lenski is here, with a Mr. Onegin...

I must hide...

Where are you going!

What will they think?

Show them in, quickly!

Mesdames, I've taken the liberty of bringing a friend.

May I introduce my neighbour Onegin...

Delighted.

The pleasure is all ours.

May I present my two daughters?

I'm very happy to meet you.

Would you prefer the drawing room or the garden?

Please don't stand on ceremony. We're neighbours!

How I love this garden, so shady and secluded.

One feels so comfortable here...

Perfect, I must attend to things inside.

Look after our guests!

I'll be right back.

Which one is Tatiana?

The dreamy, silent one...

- How can a poet like you love the other? - (My waiting is over...)

I knew Onegin would make a great impression...

Olga's face is as round as the idiotic moon in the sky!

(He is the one, I am sure!)

(His image will haunt my days and nights.)

Olga's face is as round as the idiotic moon!

Wave and rock, ice and flame, are not as different as we are!

My soul will be seared with the fire of love!

Olga's face is as round as the idiotic moon in the sky!

You and I differ even more than poetry and prose.

How happy I am to see you again!

Didn't we see each other yesterday?

Yes, but a whole day

without seeing each other...

...it's an eternity!

An eternity? What a frightful word!

A frightful word, yes...

...but not for my love!

Tell me... I think

you must die of boredom in this remote place.

I can't imagine you get much amusement.

I read a lot...

Reading provides food for the mind and heart,

but one can hardly read all the time.

Sometimes I daydream as I go for a walk...

What do you dream about?

Dreams have kept me company

since my childhood.

I see you dream a lot. I was like that, once...

I love you...

...as only a mad poet can be fated to love!

Always and everywhere, this same dream...

...this same desire...

...this same yearning...

As a child I was captivated by you...

...when heartache was still unknown.

I observed you with emotion in your childhood games

And in the shadows of the oaks,

I shared them with you.

I love you,

as only a poet can love.

You alone fill my dreams...

You, my suffering,

my joy.

I love you!

Never shall anything,

be it separation or pleasure,

quench love's sacred flame

in my heart!

We grew up together

in the peace of the countryside.

In our childhood,

our parents destined us for each other.

There you are!

But where is Tatiana?

She must be strolling with our guest.

I'll call her.

Tell her it's time to come indoors.

Our guests will be getting hungry.

Please, won't you...

After you.

My uncle

was a man of the highest principles...

Right up until the end

he obliged everyone to respect him.

He couldn't have done better!

But how boring to sit with a dying man, day and night,

never daring to move!

Here comes my little dove

with downcast eyes...

How intimidated she looks!

Has she taken a fancy to our new neighbour?

I've chattered enough.

It's time for bed.

I have to wake you early tomorrow.

I'm not sleepy...

It's so stuffy in here.

Open the window...

What's the matter?

I feel sad.

Let's talk about the old days...

Once upon a time,

I used to know any number of tales...

...about evil spirits and gentle maidens...

But now everything is confused in my head.

I've forgotten everything.

I'm getting old.

It's hard.

Tell me...

In the past...

Were you ever in love?

Get along with you, Tatiana. In my day

we never spoke about love!

My late mother-in-law would have chased me from the face of the earth!

Then how did you get married?

It was God's will. My Ivan...

...was younger than me.

And I was only thirteen!

During two long weeks,

my father hesitated,

and then finally, he gave me his blessing.

I was so frightened, I wept.

And then they led me off

with songs to the church.

I found myself in a new family.

But you're not even listening to me!

Oh Nanny, I'm suffering so.

I feel so unhappy...

I'm ready to burst into tears!

My child, you're not well.

Lord have mercy on you!

I'll use the holy water.

You're feverish.

I'm not ill.

But I'm in love.

Leave me now.

I'm in love.

But...

Go, leave me alone!

Bring me a pen

and some paper.

I shan't be late going to bed...

Good night.

Sweet dreams, Tatiana.

What does it matter if I am to perish,

since I summon dazzling hopes and unknown bliss!

I discover the rapture of life!

I drink the poison of desire.

I am haunted by my dreams.

Everywhere, before me,

I see the man who has stolen my heart.

No, that's not it.

I'll start again.

What's wrong with me?

I'm on fire...

I don't know where to begin...

"I'm writing to you",

what more is there to say?

What could I add?

It is within your power

to punish me with disdain.

Yet if you feel the slightest pity for my plight,

you will not reject me.

At first I wished to remain silent...

You would never have known my shame!

Never.

I had sworn to lock away in my heart

the confession of my impossible passion...

Alas,

I do not possess the strength

to control my feelings!

Come what may!

I shall confess everything.

I must be brave!

He shall know all!

Why ever did you come here?

Here, in the depths of the countryside, I would never have known you.

I would never have suffered like this..

With time, my turbulent heart would have been subdued.

I would have found another love.

I would have been a faithful wife,

a devoted mother...

Another love!

I could never have given my heart to any other!

Heaven has decreed

that I belong to you!

All my life I've been waiting to meet you...

I know that God himself sent you to me...

Up to the grave, you will be my guardian.

You appeared to me in dreams...

As yet unseen, I already loved you!

Your wondrous gaze tormented me.

You voice echoed in my soul...

Long ago... But it was no dream!

I recognised you straight away!

Swooning, ablaze with passion,

in my heart I said:

He is the one!

He is the one!

Wasn't it your voice I heard in the silence,

when I visited the poor

or took refuge in prayer?

Wasn't it you, leaning over my bedside

in the limpid darkness, joyfully, lovingly,

whispering words of hope?

Who are you?

My guardian angel...

...or a cunning seducer?

Dispel my doubts!

Perhaps this is all no more...

...than the self-deception of an inexperienced heart!

Perhaps my destiny is entirely different.

Little matter! I place my fate in your hands!

In tears I implore your protection...

Remember, I am all alone here.

No one understands me.

I feel my mind faltering.

I'm lost.

I am waiting for you!

Revive my hopes with a single word...

Or else, put an end to this wearying dream

with the reproach it deserves!

I have finished. I am afraid to reread my letter...

I am dying of shame!

But I have confidence in your sense of honour.

And boldly,

I entrust myself to you.

The night is over. Everything is awakening.

The sun is rising.

The shepherd is playing his pipe.

All is peaceful...

Except for me...

It's time, my child.

Time to get up!

But you're already awake!

My little early bird.

You gave me such a fright yesterday!

Thank God, you're better now!

Not a trace of last night's upset.

Your cheeks are as red as poppies.

Would you do something for me?

Of course.

What would you like?

Don't be suspicious!

But you see...

Don't refuse!

As God is my witness.

Send your grandson with this note

to our neighbour,

but he's not to say anything!

And don't let him say my name.

Who must he take it to?

I'm getting slower with age.

We have so many neighbours.

How can I remember them all?

How slow you are to guess!

Dear heart, it's my age!

My head has lost the clarity of yesteryear.

I used to understand things in a flash.

What do I care about your wits!

It's about this letter...

All right, all right...

What do I care about your wits!

- It's for Onegin... - Understood...

Don't be angry.

You know how foolish I am.

Why are you so pale again?

It's nothing!

Send your grandson quickly!

"Pretty maidens, come and have fun and dance!

"Let's sing a sweet song...

"...to lure a handsome lad to join our dance!

"As soon as we see him in the distance...

"...we'll pelt him with cherries and run away!

"No more eavesdropping

"on our favourite songs!

"No more spying

"on our girlish games!"

"Pretty maidens, come and have fun and dance!

"Let's sing a song to lure a handsome lad to join our dance!

"As soon as we see him in the distance,

"we'll pelt him with cherries and run away!"

"No more eavesdropping on our favourite songs!

"No more spying on our girlish games!"

He's here!

Dear God!

What must he have thought?

What will he say?

Why did I obey

my anguished heart alone...

Unable to dominate myself,

why did I write him that letter?

Now I'm certain.

My fatal tempter

will only laugh at me!

Dear God,

how miserable I am!

And how pitiful!

Footsteps... It's him!

It's him!

It was you that wrote to me. Don't deny it.

I have read the confession

of your innocent love.

I appreciate your candour.

It has stirred feelings in me

that have long been dormant.

But I cannot commend your action.

I shall repay you

with equal frankness...

Hear me out,

and be my judge.

O God!

How humiliating!

How painful!

If I had confined my life

to the family circle

and if fate had decreed

that I become a husband and father...

Then I probably would have chosen you

as my bride.

But I am not made for happiness. It is foreign to my soul.

Your perfection is all in vain.

I am quite unworthy of it.

Believe me, marriage would be a torment for us.

Routine would kill my love.

Imagine what thorny roses

would be strewn.

And, perhaps, for a long time.

Dreams do not return.

I cannot renew my soul.

I love you like a brother...

...or, perhaps, even more.

Listen to me without anger.

Young girls often

replace one dream...

...with another...

Learn to control your feelings.

Not everyone will understand you as I do.

Inexperience leads to unhappiness.

What a surprise!

What a party!

There hasn't been a reception like this for a long time!

What a treat!

There hasn't been a reception like this for a long time!

What a treat!

Bravo!

What a joyful surprise!

Here in the countryside it's rare

to enjoy the sparkle of a splendid ball.

Hunting is our only pastime.

How we love the noise and commotion of it!

All day long,

they scurry through woods and bogs...

Then, they collapse into bed. That's all their amusement!

Dear Captain, how may we thank you?

The pleasure is all mine.

- Let's go and dance... - Lead the way!

Look!

The lovebirds are dancing.

- It was high time... - A good match...

- It's a pity for Tatiana. - He'll marry her.

He'll tyrannize her.

They say he's a gambler...

He's an eccentric, never kisses a lady's hand.

He's a freemason who drinks red wine by the bottle!

It serves me right.

Enough of this repulsive gossip!

I got what I deserved.

Why did I come to this stupid ball?

I won't forgive Lenski for this.

To get him angry, I'll flirt with Olga. There she is.

May I...

- But you promised me this dance... - You must be mistaken!

I can't believe my eyes! Olga!

What's happening to me?

What a feast!

What a surprise!

What an unexpected surprise!

What fun!

Bravo! What a joyful surprise!

What a feast! What fun!

Do I deserve to be made fun of like this?

Olga,

how cruel you are with me!

What have I done?

What have I done to displease you?

All these waltzes and dances,

you danced them with Onegin.

I invited you, but you refused.

Vladimir, this is absurd, you're angry over trifles.

How can I look on indifferently when I see you

laughing and flirting with him.

He was leaning over you

as he squeezed your hand.

I saw it all!

This is absurd and ridiculous!

You're jealous for no reason.

We were merely chatting...

He's charming.

Charming, what's more!

Olga, You don't love me.

How strange you are!

You don't love me!

In that case, dance the cotillon with me!

No, with me! You promised.

And I'll keep my word. That'll punish you for being jealous!

Olga!

Not for the world!

Look at those young ladies with Monsieur Triquet!

Who is he?

A Frenchman who lives with our neighbours.

Monsieur Triquet,

do sing us a song!

I have brought one.

But where is Mademoiselle?

I must see her!

Because my song is for her!

There she is!

Here's the queen of our party!

Mesdames, I shall commence.

Please don't interrupt me.

Invited to the birthday celebrations

for this young lady...

...let us admire her charm and beauty...

We bathe in the light

of her enchanting and gentle gaze...

What pleasure, what joy to behold her!

Shine!

Shine...

Shine for ever, beautiful Tatiana!

Bravo!

Bravo, monsieur Triquet!

Your song is excellent.

Let fate satisfy her every desire,

let joy and pleasures

bring an everlasting smile to her lips!

May she shine like a star

in the sky of this land,

illuminating both our days and our nights!

Shine!

Shine...

Shine for ever, beautiful Tatiana!

Bravo!

Bravo, monsieur Triquet!

Your song is excellent.

Ladies and gentlemen, take your places!

It's time for the cotillon!

Not dancing, Lenski?

What's wrong with you?

With me? Nothing.

I'm just marvelling at what a fine friend you make...

An unexpected compliment.

Why are you sulking?

Sulking? Absolutely not!

I admire the way your artful words

and man-of-the-world chatter turn young ladies' heads.

Clearly, Tatiana's not enough for you...

Out of friendship for me, you seek to compromise Olga,

and then make a mockery of her...

Admirable indeed!

You're out of your mind!

Bravo! First you insult me

and then you call me a madman!

What's going on?

Onegin!

You are no longer my friend!

I no longer wish to know you.

I...

I despise you!

What an unexpected quarrel!

They don't appear to be joking!

Listen to me, Lenski,

you're mistaken.

We have already made enough of a scandal.

I haven't disturbed anyone yet,

and nor do I intend to, I must admit.

Why did you squeeze her hand?

She laughed and blushed.

What did you say to her?

This is absurd... In front of everybody...

What do I care!

You have offended me.

I demand satisfaction!

What's happened? Tell us.

It's quite simple, I have requested

Mr. Onegin to explain his behaviour.

He refuses to do so...

Therefore I ask him to accept my challenge!

Dear God! Not under our roof!

For pity's sake!

Under your roof...

Under your roof...

Under your roof, as if in a dream,

I spent my childhood years.

Under your roof,

I first tasted the joys

of pure, serene love.

But today I have learnt

- that life is not a romantic novel. - I admit, I have acted badly.

Honour is but a sound, friendship an empty word...

Deep in my heart I am displeased with myself.

I should have acted as a man of honour and good sense.

Poor Lenski!

I cannot understand Eugene. I am tormented by jealousy!

An icy grips clutches me, cruel and painful.

I have discovered that a young girl...

...may be as gentle as an angel...

...yet, in her heart...

...a cunning demon!

Is this party doomed to end with a duel?

Young men are so hot-blooded!

They can't avoid quarrelling.

I am at your service...

That will do!

Mad as you are,

you deserve to be taught a lesson!

We shall see who teaches whom the lesson.

I may be mad...

...but you...

...you are a dishonourable...

...seducer!

Hold your tongue! Or I shall I kill you!

What a scandal! We mustn't let them fight.

Stop them!

Don't allow them to leave!

Calm down, I beg of you!

Olga...

Farewell...

- ...for ever! - There'll be a duel!

It seems your opponent hasn't arrived yet.

He won't be long.

It's strange he isn't here yet.

It's past six.

I thought he'd be waiting for us...

Where...

Where have you fled,

radiant days of my youth?

What does the coming day hold for me?

My gaze searches in vain.

All is shrouded in darkness.

No matter, the law of destiny is just!

It does not matter if the arrow pierces me

or if it spares me!

Waking and sleeping both have their appointed hour...

Blessed be the day and its cares!

Blessed, too, the coming of darkness!

Dawn is about to light up the skies.

Day is going to break. Perhaps I shall descend

into the mysterious shadows of the grave...

The memory of a young poet

will be engulfed by Lethe's sluggish stream.

The world will forget me.

But you,

Olga...

So young and beautiful...

Will you shed a tear over my untimely grave

and think: "He loved me!"?

"For me alone he dedicated

"the sad dawn of his life."

Ah, Olga, how I have loved you!

To you alone I have dedicated

the sad dawn of my life.

Ah, Olga,

how I have loved you...

My beloved,

come!

My betrothed,

come, I am your husband...

I await you, my beloved...

...come, come, I am your husband...

Where...

Where have you fled,

radiant days of my youth?

Here they are!

I don't know who's with your friend...

I cannot see clearly.

Please forgive me.

- I have made you wait. - You're welcome...

Where is your second?

I'm a stickler when it comes to duels...

I won't allow a man to be butchered just anyhow,

but according to the rules

and following tradition.

For which we must commend you!

This is my second,

monsieur Guillot...

I don't imagine you will have any objection.

He's not well-known,

but he's a man of honour.

So...

Shall we begin?

Let's begin!

Enemies!

It hasn't been long since

our thirst for blood drove us apart.

Not long since

we shared everything:

our ideas, our pastimes, our joys.

Now, in anger,

like hereditary enemies,

we prepare

to slaughter each other in cold blood.

Rather than staining our hands with blood,

would it not be better to laugh

and part as friends?

No!

Now, advance.

Dead?

Dead...

Here too, I am dying of boredom...

All the glitter of society could never dispel

my eternal and mortal melancholy.

I have killed my dearest friend.

I've reached the age of twenty-six,

weary of idle leisure...

I have no employment, no wife, no occupation.

Unable to find anything to which I might devote my life,

I have been driven by anxiety

and by the desire to be constantly elsewhere.

I may have chosen this cross,

yet it is heavy to bear.

I left the solitude of the woods

and fields where

my friend's bloodstained spectre haunted me every day.

I began to travel aimlessly...

To my misfortune,

even travelling grew tedious...

I have returned.

And here I am...

...in the middle of a ball!

Tell me, over there, amongst the guests...

Who is that sombre, brooding stranger?

Who is he? Could it be Onegin?

- Is it possible? - No doubt about it! - Yes, it's true!

Has he calmed down? Is he still playing the eccentric?

What mask is he wearing now he's back?

What role is he playing for us today?

The wanderer? The cosmopolitan? The patriot?

The rebel, the jaded man? Did he choose a new mask?

Or has he become a nice, simple fellow like you and me?

It's Princess Gremina! Look!

- The woman that just arrived. - What charm! What grace!

She looks like Tatiana...

but no...

From the depths of the countryside?

It's impossible!

So unaffected, so majestic.

With the bearing of a queen.

Tell me,

who is that, over there?

A would-be eccentric. Melancholy and strange.

- He's just come back from a trip. - That's it, Onegin is back.

Eugene?

You know him?

We were neighbours in the countryside.

Dear God,

help me to conceal the tumult in my heart!

Tell me, Prince,

do you know the lady speaking to the ambassador?

You've been absent a long time.

Let me introduce you...

Who is she then?

My wife...

You, married? I had no idea...

- Since when? - Two years.

- To whom? - One of the Larin daughters. - Tatiana...

You know her?

We were neighbours.

Love has no respect for age...

Its emotion grips everyone:

the young man as he discovers life

and the grey-haired soldier

tempered by the years.

Onegin, I won't conceal it.

I'm madly in love with Tatiana!

Before, my life drifted sadly by

and then she appeared

like a sun piercing the clouds

and bringing me life, youth

and happiness!

In this world of pampered juveniles

and failures, criminals,

self-important nonentities and critics,

pious coquettes and eager sycophants,

a world of daily hypocrisy, and mundane pretence,

blind judgements and indifferent excitement,

in the maddening vacuity

of calculation and intrigues,

she shines forth

like a star in the dark of night

in the purest of skies,

appearing to me always

with the halo of an angel!

Love has no respect for age.

Its emotion grips everyone:

the young man as he discovers life

and the grey-haired soldier

tempered by the years.

Onegin,

how can I conceal it?

I'm madly in love with Tatiana!

Before, my life drifted sadly by,

and then she appeared

like a blazing sun,

bringing me life, youth

and happiness!

Come, I'll introduce you.

My dear, let me present

a relative and friend,

Onegin.

I'm delighted!

We've already met.

In the country... long ago...

Have you come from there?

No, I've been abroad for a long time.

- When did you return? - Today.

My dear, I'm tired...

Can this be the same Tatiana? The girl I met all those years ago

in that remote countryside?

The girl I lectured,

with such self-righteous moralising?

The humble young girl I disdained?

How serene she's become, how self-possessed!

Am I dreaming?

What is this turmoil

stirring my indolent heart?

Vexation, vanity, boredom,

or that torment of youth... love!

I'm in love like a young boy

infatuated for the first time!

What does it matter if I am to die!

Full of mad hope,

I drink the magic poison of desire, elated by impossible dreams.

Everywhere she stands before me...

How I suffer!

Once again, Onegin has crossed my path

like a pitiless spectre!

His burning gaze has troubled my heart

and awoken my long-dormant passion.

I feel like the young girl I once was,

as if nothing had ever parted us.

Enough! Get up.

I must speak to you frankly...

Do you remember that instant

when, in the garden, I listened meekly

to your lecture?

Have pity on me!

I was so mistaken!

I've been cruelly punished.

Onegin, I was younger then...

...and better, I think.

I loved you, but what did I find in your heart?

What reply? Nothing but coldness!

A young girl's love

was nothing new to you!

Even today, my blood runs cold

when I recall that icy stare,

that sermon.

But I have no hard feelings.

In that painful hour you behaved honourably.

You acted correctly towards me.

Back then,

far from the superficial echoes of the world,

I was of little interest to you...

So why do you pursue me now?

Why am I the object of so much attention?

Is it because I am now a member of high society?

Because I enjoy wealth and rank?

Because my husband, wounded in battle,

is respected at court?

Because my shame would soon be known to all

and enhance

your reputation?

Dear God!

Does you cold gaze read nothing more

in my pleading than contemptible scheming?

Your reproach torments me.

If only you knew how awful it is to suffer from love,

constantly subduing feverish passion to reason,

longing to clasp your knees

whilst murmuring

entreaties and confessions.

I am weeping.

Weep!

Your tears are more precious to me

than all the treasures of the world!

Happiness was within our reach...

Within our reach...

Alas.

Happiness was within our reach...

But my fate is sealed,

henceforth, irrevocably!

I am married.

You must leave me...

Leave you?

No!

I must see you at every hour,

follow you everywhere,

catch your every smile, your every glance,

listen to you for hours, measure your perfection,

collapse at your feet, turn pale, pass away,

that is bliss, that is my only dream,

my only bliss!

You know the sense of honour.

I cannot give you up!

You must. I beg you to leave me!

Pity!

Why pretend? Why hide it?

I love you.

What do I hear?

What was the word you said?

O joy! I live again!

The Tatiana of former times has returned!

No, no!

We cannot bring back the past.

I belong to another.

My fate is sealed.

I shall remain faithful to him for ever.

Don't send me away! You love me!

You are destroying your life for no reason! Heaven wills that you be mine!

Your whole life has been the waiting for our union!

God sent me. I shall be your guardian until the grave.

You must give up everything for me:

your hateful home, the clamour of society...

You have no other choice!

I will not give in...

- You cannot reject me! - Destiny gave me to another man.

I will never leave him.

You have to give it all up for me.

- How terrible! - You must give up everything for me.

- Honour triumphs over passion. - Don't chase me away!

You belong to me forever.

- I am leaving. - No!

- Enough! - Don't go!

I am resolved.

I love you!

- Leave me! - I love you!

Farewell for ever.

What humiliation!

What anguish!

What a pitiful fate!