Original subtitles

Wreath, fir branches and lilies. Ribbon.

Silver on black crepe. Is that right?

Right.

What do we write on it?

On the mourning ribbon. -Oh yeah.

Just write...

For the big...

No. For the biggest...

Guard.

Just write: For my love.

Do you also do simple funerals?

Wait a minute, this lady is still busy.

Nee.

Go ahead:

From his wife who idolized him.

And.

And you come with me.

And morocco, instead of velvet? -Which can.

And what kind of wood do you have?

These events take place in Russia at the end of the 19th century.

A church marriage could only be dissolved...

with the permission of the emperor or a judge.

A woman was listed in her husband's passport and was not allowed to vote.

Sint-Petersburg 1893

from his wife

A thicker voile would have been better. -I didn't ask you anything.

Show everyone I'm here too.

Out of the way.

Drive on. The hearse is coming. -Just a moment.

They had eaten at the Leiner restaurant. -What a rush.

He wasn't even a general.

Tickets for a symphony of the deceased?

How expensive are they? -How many do you want?

Is there a death mask? -Yes, Tselinski was here.

Tselinski? Where is he? -I do not know.

They send doctors all over the country to poison wells.

They call it chlorinated lime. -Do something.

Can the widow pass?

Let the widow pass.

The people need to be beaten up. -Especially that Leiner deserves forced labor.

Let the widow pass.

He should be buried in Moscow.

Just put it on the left.

Hang the ribbon properly. It comes from the conservatory.

Good day.

From here I go alone.

Hide your face from my sins. Blot out my iniquities.

Cleanse my heart, O God. Renew in me a strong spirit.

Do not cast me from your sight. Don't take your Holy Spirit from me.

Restore me joy in your salvation. Give me a willing spirit.

Then I will teach transgressors your ways, that sinners may turn to you.

Save me from bloodguilt. Let me exult in your righteousness.

For You do not delight in sacrifices, otherwise I would make them.

Sacrifice to God is a broken spirit. You do not despise broken spirits.

Do good to Zion according to your pleasure. Build the walls of Jerusalem.

You will accept sacrifices of righteousness. Bulls will be sacrificed on your altar.

Why is she here?

Why?

Who invited her?

I hate you.

A horrible dislike.

There has never been love. You just wanted to get married.

And look, you got your way.

What madness overtook me at the time?

What is this banal tragicomedy good for?

Alright then.

Moscow 1872

Incredible. -Again.

Yes, very nice.

And who is that young man? Beautiful.

Bravo.

And now very softly.

Look.

My baby.

This song is for you, dear.

Really and truly? -Yes, for you.

Oh no.

Yes, beautiful.

And now dance.

Thank you.

Yekaterina Aleksandrovna once cleaned my galoches.

You should be ashamed.

I promised.

If it has to be this way, I'll tell everyone the truth.

One day Piotr comes... -I do.

visiting with dirty galoches. He was also smartly dressed, a real dandy.

But his galoches were filthy. -I had just finished my law school.

I was quite brutal.

So I said what is this? Aren't you ashamed?

"Your galoches are downright filthy." Ashamed and with bowed head...

he confessed something about himself.

That he dressed neatly always wanted to get dirty, kick in the...

Shit.

I ordered him to take off his shoes and have my servant clean them.

But he leans towards me and says sharply:

"Someday I will avenge myself." -Not sharp.

Well true. Shocking. -Not.

I? Shocking?

And he adds that he will tell everyone...

that I cleaned them personally.

But I promised I would only do that in your presence. Never without you.

Thanks for your kindness.

Mommy needs to stop lying about daddy.

You weren't that close, were you? -Beats.

Mama could disinherit the girls.

Does Antonina claim anything?

There is no will.

Mama lives off the estate. Be kind to Antonina.

They share the legacy...

You have a charming mother. -That's right.

It is purely a physical phenomenon.

But also consider our spiritual condition.

Absolute.

Thanks to you, our minds are perfectly fine.

What are you hesitating, dear?

Ekaterina Alexandrovna, can you introduce me to Tchaikovsky?

I want to go to the conservatory. I'd like to ask him something.

What are you thinking?

Allright then.

Are you leaving already, Piotr? -Yes.

Thanks for this evening, dear. I'm going to sleep.

First, meet my niece, Antonina Miliukova.

She wants to go to your conservatory. -Nice to meet you.

The conservatory?

why should you? You better get married.

To not marry is to mourn. And that rhymes.

That's true. Good evening.

Mozart, Salve Regina.

You must transpose this melody...

to a tone lower. That's your homework.

And now write down all the clean intervals you know.

Start at the F of the first octave. Just start.

Bad. Again.

Just stop.

A difficult passage, Pyotr Ilyich. -Then throw it away, damn it.

Tolya, here's a mole.

The thing is, my dear boys, I want it to sound like...

like the sunrise.

I'm looking for Mr. Tchaikovsky's address. His name is Pyotr Ilyich.

Tchaikovsky...

Examples of love letters

Be careful.

Good afternoon madam.

Bent in Antonina Ivanovna Miljoekova? -AND.

This is for you.

Unfortunately I cannot receive you as elegantly as I would like.

I only have one room. -It does not matter.

May I? -Naturally.

From the day I met you, Pyotr Ilyich...

I only want one thing.

Hug and kiss you.

And share my life with you.

But what right do I have to that?

I am not a foolish worshiper.

Actually, I knew nothing about your fame.

And I did not know your compositions.

I'm almost an old man already.

Maybe it's boring with me.

What I like about you, I don't find in anyone else.

I haven't looked at a single man since I met you.

I'm not at my best.

I have money problems. That causes a lot of hassle.

It poisons my life.

And it hinders my work. -That's not a hindrance.

I get a good dowry: a forest.

In the Klin district, not far from my father's estate.

It's very beautiful there.

If I manage to sell my share, it can bring in 10,000 rubles.

Thanks. But that's not the point. My money is invested at 12 percent...

with the house as collateral.

Antonina Ivanovna... -You are so different from other men.

Really and truly. I could only be happy by your side.

With you.

I would like to protect you so that no one bothers you.

I am a decent and honest girl.

I can't hide anything from you.

My first kiss is for you. -Please accept my sincere apologies.

I can not be without you. Maybe I'll kill myself.

So let me kiss you. As a reminder for the afterlife.

Don't scare me.

Antonina Ivanovna, I don't deserve such a sacrifice.

Then one more thing.

Dear Antonina Ivanovna, stop this exalted behavior.

Are you trying...

to master. Or something.

Forever yours, AM

He's not dead. He has incarnated in me.

In me, who died and was buried long ago.

But he's there in me, the sinner.

I don't wish it on my enemy yet.

Never in his life has he been my friend.

He was my despot and tyrant.

Everyone made fun of him, but he only took revenge on me.

He only took his anger out on me.

They're assholes.

Can you imagine what assholes they are.

They laugh at me. They say we didn't get married in church.

What a bastard. They bully me.

They want to fuck me, you know?

Strange men enter my room and harass me.

They're right. So they knock on the door. Do not go there.

Because you don't know what God has in mind for you. Go to the cemetery.

It is better to go directly to the cemetery.

I am his wife.

I am his wife.

What does that mean? -It's a good omen.

I am his wife.

She's pretty pretty. -Are you going to see her?

Be careful.

Antonina Ivanovna Miljoekova

PI Tchaikovsky

Antonina Ivanovna, your letter has moved me very much.

Not a word of a lie. I have come to love you with all my heart.

Antonina Ivanovna... -I recently overheard a man say...

that he has loved me since school and has been waiting for me for five years.

But I do not love him and have listened to him unmoved.

Of course you read my letter. A crazy girl who is madly in love.

But who doesn't fall in love with you? -Antonina Ivanovna...

I have thought about it.

This is what I have to tell you.

I've never loved a woman in my life.

I feel too old for passionate love.

I won't feel that for anyone.

But if you could settle...

with calm, peaceful love...

more like a brother's...

then I would propose to you.

Pyotr Ilyich... -I'll be honest. I'm touchy.

Nervous.

antisocial.

And I am unfit for flattery and for normal life.

I have many shortcomings. -Your shortcomings do not bother me.

That makes me love you all the more. -There's something you don't understand yet.

No, no shortcoming stands in the way of my love for you.

I barely survived the days without you. You are so different from other men.

I would just be blissfully happy by your side.

I would protect you from troublesome people.

Do you mean...

that you say 'yes'?

And.

I say yes'.

Are you going for a walk? How can you think about walking?

You should pray day and night for your mother's health.

No one but your mother needs you.

Do I sometimes live forever? You are useless.

What is this?

Who is that?

What happened? You don't look good.

I'm engaged.

Tchaikovsky has proposed to me.

What?

Who is that? -Why such a hurry?

Who is the Tchaikovsky?

A famous composer in Moscow.

I wasn't talking to you.

Composer. And what does he compose?

I haven't heard anything good about his music.

Nor read. Except it's colorless and mediocre.

He's not Mendelssohn.

He also writes good music. -Mind your own business.

Continue feeding mother. Bite, bitch.

Where did this come from so suddenly?

Without your mother's blessing you are already at the altar.

We love eachother.

He is mild, tender and I trust him. -You barely know him.

I know him. -How did you suddenly know him?

Mom, enough. -Don't argue with your mother.

Or do you sometimes want this too?

Like your sister?

I'm asking you something.

His whole being is in this music. My Piotr.

I know him.

I do not want anymore. -You must eat.

I need at least 10,000.

I can give you my share. I'll give it up.

The forest is worth 8,700 rubles. We can sell it.

And all together that is your dowry.

But don't tell mom.

you, pretty girl

Moscow 1877

tell us about your love

Armless, legless and motherless...

I pray to God for alms and for loving hands.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Never mind, that can happen.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.

In the name of the Father...

the son...

and the Holy Ghost.

...in the name of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Being subject to one another in the fear of God.

Wives, be in subjection to your husbands, as to the Lord.

The husband is the head of the wife, as Christ is the head of the Church.

And He is the Savior of the body.

As the Church is subject to Christ...

The wife is also subject to her husband in everything.

Husbands, love your wives, as Christ also loved the church...

Blessed is everyone who fears the Lord, who walks in his ways.

For you shall eat of the toil of your hands.

Blessed shall you be.

Your wife will be like a fruitful vine in your house.

Your children will be like young olive trees around your table.

God will bless the man who fears the Lord.

He blesses you from Zion.

You will see the good of Jerusalem all the days of your life.

You will see your children's children. Peace upon Israel.

For we are members of his body.

That's why a man will leave his father and mother...

and cling to his wife.

And they two shall be one flesh.

This mystery is great.

But I say this, like Christ and the Church.

Let each of you love his wife as himself.

And the wife sees to it that she fears her husband.

Long will they live.

Just drive.

Happiness and health.

What was that dinner? There was a funeral atmosphere.

What are you going to do now? -To sleep.

Tomorrow we go by train to Saint Petersburg, meet his father.

Then it will be alright. -Yes, everything is fine.

I expect an answer.

I always help you with your exercises.

With your homework. Look at me.

Aloysius.

Water, please.

Thank you.

Gentlemen, your compartment is the third on the right.

Pyotr Ilyich.

I thought... Here.

I thought it was you.

It really is you.

Also to the capital?

Believe it or not, for a week.

Sergei, this is Pyotr Ilyich, our best composer.

Did you lose weight?

Sergei, don't stand there like that. -Excuse me.

This is Sergey. Trumpeter in the Imperial Guard.

Smile. I have included him in our circle. Promising.

Let me introduce you to my wife...

Antonina Ivanovna.

Excuse me. -Excuse me.

This is Vladimir Petrovich, a friend from my law school days.

Your wife? -Yes, my wife.

Piotr, I'm stunned. Are you married?

Yesterday.

Yesterday?

Madam.

Prince Meshchersky.

Piotr, you a husband. I can not believe it.

We have a compartment together.

It's a mess there.

Here?

How did you do that?

It must be pure witchcraft. Enchantment.

Because he's our die-hard bachelor.

No no, tell me your secret.

Sergey...

We really need to know.

The secret is love, prince.

Unbelieveable.

"The secret is love," you know?

If the train runs like this, I'll look for you.

Sergei is here and I'm in the next car.

So that's how it is.

The secret is love. How could it be different.

Gentlemen, the train is leaving.

I expect you so. Stephen?

I'm in the next car, Piotr.

Thank you.

Where is...

I do that myself.

What will it be like in a year?

Sint-Petersburg 1877

Tomorrow we see Jurgenson, Davydov and Bessel. And then to the theatre.

My father liked you very much.

He is usually much stiffer. Now he even joked.

What did they feed me?

I have to go to work. But I don't have the energy and I'm not in the mood.

As soon as I get back to Moscow, I'll start with the opera.

Good day.

Is that real coral?

No. -Fantastic.

My wife wears faux coral. -I don't have real coral.

I don't like it either.

It's only half fake, leftover coral.

They are pulverized and made into coral mastic.

And that's what this is made of.

Pyotr Ilyich.

Sorry to distract your cavalier, but joy trumps rules.

This is my wife, Antonina Ivanovna Tchaikovsky.

Yes, Kotek already wrote it. -Very flowery.

We were concerned.

A moment.

And Tolya, how are you?

I have to say that making a living with music...

the worst possible way. -You've finally figured it out.

Nikolaj Rubinstein has a concert for me in March.

How do you make it until then? -We'll figure something out.

We want to go to Europe. Bartsevich goes to Paris.

We're all going to Paris. -No, I have nothing to complain about.

But you suddenly disappeared. And I wait...

on your invitation to make a new cello party.

Are you now leaving us forever to live a family life?

I understand. -Pyotr Ilyich. Madam.

That was Brandukov. I didn't know he was here.

He was one of your students. -Yes, Tolya.

It is not my fault. They said the forest would be sold quickly.

This letter is like a bolt from the blue. I did not expect this.

I feel punished.

I have to write off my opera. This stuff is terribly distracting to me.

Aloysius.

Mama says we can pawn the forest for a year for 2500 rubles.

Of course, that's not the amount you were counting on.

I am unable to discuss this now.

Make my bed. -Everything is ready.

Hopeless. We have to pay the rent and I have to go to Essentuki...

for my stomach problems. I counted on it.

Now I have to borrow money from my friends. What a humiliation.

Forgive my insensitivity...

my irritability.

I'm used to being alone.

To be responsible only for myself. But now...

Suddenly I'm not alone anymore.

There's someone else.

I can't get used to it.

I just need some time...

to get used to my new status.

I need time. -I understand that.

I agree with everything.

I won't grumble. I'm happy to take care of you.

Where's my valerian?

Moscow 1877

And one more time.

And one more time.

Get out.

I said: Get out.

Get out, thief.

I didn't steal. -Who then?

Maybe him. it was him. -I swear not.

Accusing honest people... This is going to be a lawsuit.

I don't steal, sir.

She does not admit that she stole money.

She says she guards the house.

I can do that myself better than that snake.

Shut up. -I didn't steal it, sir.

I didn't steal it. -I don't want to see you here anymore.

What a snake.

We're going to have a picture taken today.

I'm gone for half an hour. Get dressed and get ready.

I will pick you up.

Just don't put on that red dress.

I don't like that one.

Put on something dark.

Pyotr Ilyich, sit down there.

Clean up.

Studio Diagovchenko Moscow 1877

And Mrs. Tchaikovsky here.

Do I have to sit too?

No, you stand here.

Just lean on this. Like this.

Just take a nice picture.

Panov's portrayal of Pyotr was bad. I felt sorry for him.

Of course.

Like this?

What am I looking at?

To that wall. Pyotr Ilyich usually looks at that too.

To that crushed insect. I feel sorry for that too.

Where? -Over there. Slightly higher.

Give me something in my hands.

That book, for example.

Pushkin.

Excuse me.

Take that away.

Finished. Do not move. Don't breathe.

what a quiet night I would like to sit thoughtlessly

and want to take a deep breath and listen

Higher.

afraid of a word or sound

and you are afraid of a word or sound

puts an end to that wonderful peace

The thriller could have been better.

Piotr, shall we?

Come on, one time. -No.

Please.

another night occurred to me

another night occurred to me

a fatal night a farewell night

with outstretched arms I would then have begged:

"tell me a word of sympathy"

'give me a tender look'

'a tender look as before'

'I don't need any other luck'

but resentment paralyzed my tongue

I hung my head in exhaustion

all that was proud rose in my soul

all that was tenderness was hopelessly torn

And turn, beauty.

Do you see her. She's incredible.

You sinners. No meat is allowed in the mouth during fasting.

It was just a small piece. -Yeah, nice piece in your bed.

Vlad, pour another champagne.

Who wants magic bubbles? -I. I beg you.

To my shame I knew nothing of his success and fame. Really and truly.

But he's my celebrity. The biggest. I...

Do you know what he is famous for? -No.

For his youth, his blush, his fitness. Miss Nikolai, always witty.

His blush. You're on a roll today.

Antonina Ivanovna is also a musician. She studied at the conservatory.

With Langer and Albrecht. -I don't have a degree.

50 rubles per semester is very expensive. -Very expensive.

At the conservatory I never heard anything about his fame.

What fame? Would you like champagne? -No.

Pour Antonina Ivanovna. - Well.

Why not? Champagne is full of vitamins. Pour her.

For a young woman who earns her own living...

is it difficult to become a musician? Let alone a famous one.

Even work as a music teacher is scarce. And you can't get by on that wage.

I didn't know his music because I didn't even have a piano.

Pyotr Ilyich, how wonderful for you to be so loved.

And so adored for your compositions...

your talent, your music.

Music is really not just happiness.

I hate it sometimes.

Fantastic. -We'll drink to that.

Do you want some advice? Get away from him. Take off.

We drink to that.

Gentlemen, we drink to Pyotr Iljitsj. -On Pyotr Ilyich.

We Peter.

Do not.

You are mine and no one else's.

No one dares to take you from me, because you are my man.

We Peter.

Pointless.

Aloysius.

This is a telegram from the theater.

I have to go to Saint Petersburg for business.

I'll take the mail train. Alyosha, are you ready?

When are you coming back? -I do not know.

Where is my travel bag? -Here it is.

Don't put anything on top, Alyosha.

I'll do it myself. Are the papers in it?

That was it. Don't stand here. Bye.

Vyazemsky was right, there is no difference. -What do you say?

There are ladies around.

But ladies are not censors.

I can't get to the start.

you have the Neva - we have the Moskva

you have Knjazhnin - we Ilyin

you have Tails

padam, padam...

you have asses and also flails - stupid lines of poetry

for the sick padam... -for the sick whore madam

Stop. Vyazemsky wrote many poems. -Who was asleep again?

The Tsar. -But what did they call him?

you drive the Russian cart. that cart rumbles on and the coachman, that maft

Oh yes, the coachman. -Nice chick.

Precisely.

Thank you.

Antonina Ivanovna?

Where is Piotr?

He is ill. But don't worry.

I need to speak to you.

And Nikolai Grigorevich also wants to see you today.

Which Nikolai Grigorevich? - Rubinstein.

Rubinstein?

Does he want to see me? -Yes. Shall we go?

Are you still bringing the raspberry jam?

Have a seat.

Antonina Ivanovna, I already told you...

that Pyotr Ilyich is not well off.

Then what does he have?

A nervous breakdown.

He has been to Dr. Balinski.

He prescribes peace and quiet.

Otherwise it could end badly.

Sorry to interrupt you, Anatoli Ilyich, but we need to be clearer...

so that Antonina Ivanovna knows where she stands.

Thank you. -There's only gooseberry.

Do you like gooseberry jam? -Yes thank you.

He has health problems. Especially psychological.

If we don't slow down the disease, it will go insane.

Nikolai Grigorevich... -Antonina Ivanovna must know what's going on.

Pyotr Ilyich is a great musician, that is well known.

We must do everything we can...

so that his great but immature talent...

can produce even more musical gems.

Excuses.

It's a delicate matter. He can just collapse or fall into melancholy.

And then we lose...

a composer whose talent is not only yours, dear Antonina Ivanovna.

That talent is also ours, music lovers. And all over Russia.

Maybe someday of the world.

We will see. We will continue to fight for him.

Dear Antonina Ivanovna, let him go.

He needs rest and he needs to finish his opera.

Go on a trip. Alone, without him. That can be arranged.

There is nothing to do in Moscow anyway. With time a solution will be found.

She can go to your sister in...

In Kamenca. You can visit Sasja.

The air is clean. And she has a nice, simple house.

A nice, simple house. Then abroad.

Nikolai Grigorevich, would you like some more tea? -No thanks.

Antonina Ivanovna, this is important. For us and for Pjotr.

For Piotr? -Yes.

I do everything for Pjotr.

Why don't you try some jam, Nikolai Grigorevich.

Thanks for the tea and jam.

I think the situation is clear. And with that I say goodbye.

I'll figure it out myself. Have a little talk with your brother-in-law Anatoli Ilyich.

And then come to a decision together.

Who would have thought that today I would have Rubinstein for tea.

Dima, come here.

Behave yourself. Sit on her lap.

Sit down and listen carefully.

Do you like it? And you?

Look how her hands move.

Kamenka, near Kiev 1877

Mom, Aunt Antonina is wonderful.

Go outside. -I do not want that.

Say 's in French. -I do not want.

Then say what you want.

Sasha, he's a genius. Finely stringed. And nice, so nice.

You don't know him at all.

How can you say that, Sasha. Of course I know him.

He needs me.

I'm afraid he doesn't need anyone.

Nee.

Not you and not me.

Only his music.

He is writing an opera. About love. About our love.

He is Onegin, I am Tatyana. - Do you also want an injection?

It helps a lot against boredom. And I sleep well again.

No more insomnia and migraines. You also have migraines, don't you?

No, I do without.

I just don't understand why he isn't coming to pick me up.

Have I done something wrong?

It has nothing to do with you. How do I explain that?

He doesn't need women.

Sasha, he needs me. You can't know that.

That is the point. I know all too well.

In this room he has promised to improve his life.

To deal with his addiction. But no.

He would become wise. Then why the wedding comedy?

If he leaves me, I will never forgive him.

Ah, Nina.

Horrible selfish. I would have preferred a coup de grace.

All men are egoists. They don't care if others suffer.

Nina, I... -Where are you going?

Sasja, you won't let me down, will you?

God won't leave me alone as long as you're with me.

He sees my loneliness and sent you.

Tanja, you're not playing that right.

Do you understand what this music means?

Listen.

Dear Sasha. During the time with her, all I thought about was running.

I broke down at that.

Her misery pales in comparison to what I've endured.

She confused her desire to get married with love. She started beating me up.

The more she tried, the more I...

found repulsive.

Eventually I lost my self control.

You know the rest.

I've treated her badly, but I don't want to spend another day with her.'

Do you read on yourself?

“She's staying with you now with only one goal: to take my family away from me.

Tell her I'm asking her to leave...

and that they will forever...

leave me and my relatives alone.'

Sasha, what should I do?

You can stay here for now.

I will write to him that he is a free man.

Then I end my life.

Bring in the rug, it's about to rain.

Nina...

He's a paw.

He is my brother and I love him. But our Piotr is a paw.

He was born that way, nothing to do about it. - What's that, a paw?

How do you say that?

Piotr doesn't like women. He likes men, young men.

He never liked women. Except maybe from mom.

Sasha, he loves me. I am different.

Nina, you must divorce him. He only brings you tears.

Nina...

Have a drink to relax.

As you wish.

God will judge you. I'm not good enough for you.

I should associate with simple people like myself.

I can't handle geniuses.

They crush me with their brilliance. Like an insect on a wall.

Nina, it's not about you, I told you that.

I never let him go.

Give up. My brothers won't let you near him anyway.

You don't know me.

He doesn't get the wing.

I told them: For all you have done to her, this is a comfort.

"As her lawyer, I demand it."

Reluctantly they gave up the wing.

His brother called it a noble gesture on their part.

The bastards.

I have arranged everything. You just need to sign.

Antonina Ivanovna wants to be free.

She wants a divorce to marry someone else.

Moscow 1878

This document must be signed for an agreement between the parties.

What is that?

This is your statement about your husband's alleged adultery.

No, what do you think? I'm not signing anything about my husband's alleged adultery.

Just give it here.

Antonina Ivanovna, it's a formality.

It's filthy. -No one accuses Pyotr Ilyich.

But divorce is otherwise impossible.

You will only receive alimony if you agree to a divorce.

Indeed, that is the only condition.

Please tell me again what you propose to Antonina Ivanovna.

100 rubles a month.

Pyotr Ilyich says you can ask more. As much as you need.

Within reason, of course.

Or 10,000 at once, provided you agree never to meet Pyotr Ilyich again.

We think this is a more than generous proposal.

It is indeed generous.

Dear, dearest Antonina Ivanovna.

Pyotr Ilyich is seriously suffering from this situation.

He admits his guilt. -Not his fault...

but his mistake to marry you. -Modest, may I finish?

He admits his mistake.

And he emphasizes again that he is not…

can live with you.

Why not?

Antonina Ivanovna, it hinders his work. And in his creativity.

He is not suitable for family life.

And now?

Compelling reasons are required to be allowed to divorce.

Do you have such a reason?

Of course not. I like Pyotr Ilyich.

And he loves me too.

That leaves the second reason: adultery.

I have not been unfaithful to him.

We don't claim that either, Antonina Ivanovna.

We are convinced of your chastity and faithfulness.

That means... - What does that mean?

If I've been faithful, what does that mean?

That is, if one husband was faithful, the other was unfaithful.

Then the judge grants the divorce.

If you were faithful, Pyotr Ilyich was unfaithful. He cheated you.

You must agree and sign this.

I never sign this.

I don't judge him. God does.

Damn, say. What stubbornness.

God has connected us. I will never speak ill of my husband.

He's not your husband. Never been.

He is my husband.

My husband.

And I am his wife. - That was only appearance.

He used you to stop the gossip.

Antonina Ivanovna is going to think and make the right decision. Good?

I don't care what you say. My Piotr can't be that mean.

He's too talented for something so low.

We agreed that you would sign. -Indeed, dear. Listen to your lover.

Gentlemen, behave yourself to a lady. -Apologies, Modest Ilyich let himself go.

What should we do with her?

There will be no divorce.

I am Tchaikovsky's wife.

It's not happening. -That is a lie.

Only God can force me to do something. Only God. And no one on earth.

Poor kid. How cruel. Inhumanly cruel.

In desperation I step over my pride...

and I ask you, Nikolai Lvovich, to help me.

Antonina Ivanovna, do you know what they say about Pyotr Ilyich?

Why he married you? -Why?

Pyotr Ilyich once accidentally walked into the women's section of a bathhouse, where you took a bath.

And to exonerate you he felt obliged...

honest as he is, to marry you. - No, that's a vicious lie.

Correct. Invented by Nikolay Lvovich Bochechkarov.

I.

People like to believe in lies.

Why are you so cruel? Why did you drive us apart?

Antonina Ivanovna, you cannot have him back.

He's not for you.

Strange to marry the sun and marvel at burns. However?

My sincere advice: do not test Pyotr Ilyich's patience any longer.

The sun rises in the east and sets in the west. We know that.

Why are you so after him? Let the sun shine calmly.

Because I don't let anyone destroy me.

But he's a genius. And geniuses can do anything.

No, not everything.

We mortals should not judge them. Only worship and be their witness.

And later you may write your lying memoirs.

I will write the truth. I write it all down.

Antonina Ivanovna, don't behave like that. So much time has already passed.

I am his wife. Tchaikovsky's forever wife.

Listen, honey. There's a lot that shouldn't be there.

For example, a genius should not have a stomach ache.

He is born under a favorable star and dies mysteriously.

A genius shouldn't have hemorrhoids.

Yes, a genius should not have anything normal or ordinary.

So you think a genius shouldn't have an ordinary woman?

Precisely.

Bring it in.

Antonina Ivanovna, you are a normal, young and healthy woman.

You need a man just like that. A normal one.

At your disposal.

Just choose the size and color.

To satisfy all your desires.

Just undress.

Absolutely?

Yeah totally.

Encore. And another encore.

So a genius can do anything?

And.

And this? -Also.

Get out then...

Nikolai Lvovich.

Tell the truth about him.

That he used you as a cover for his outrageous deviation.

Your wedding was a joke.

All Moscow laughs at you.

Write it down. Then I'll pass it on to the police chief. I know his sister.

Why? I'm not going to spread those rumours.

Well, then no.

If you insist on being nice.

I was nice too.

Until I caught your father with a servant in an interesting pose.

I saw it too late: kids, married.

"Don't disgrace your family." -Sue him.

Judges always side with the man.

A woman is just a name in a man's passport.

If you don't divorce him, you'll have a life like mine.

As a widow of a living husband.

The children leave home.

Your sister is still clueless. Useless creature, she can't live without me.

Mom. -It's true.

You must divorce him, Antonina.

God has given him to me forever.

I am Tchaikovsky's wife. That's my destiny.

Idiot. Stubborn idiot. It's your own fault.

A real woman gets everything done by a man.

Idiot.

Nina... -Don't worry.

Antonina Ivanovna, may I have a word with you?

Antonina Ivanovna...

Money, money. Give me money.

Just throw in here and watch the show. Money.

Antonina Ivanovna, do you have a minute?

Antonina Ivanovna...

There is a man by the window. Get him out of there.

Good evening. Are you expected? -No.

Yes, my husband is here. -What?

I need to speak to him.

One moment, ma'am...

Gentlemen...

This is an insult to music.

But not bad. -Certainly not bad.

A machine plays worse than a human. -But not everyone hits the notes that well.

No idea. I'm pushing hard. Am i doing it right?

Soon you will have an orchestra of automatons. -Do you mean Hoffmann?

I prefer a concert to a restaurant. -You are snobs and conservative.

Who am I?

Who am I to you?

A stranger with your name? -Forgive me.

No. I am your wife. -It is my fault.

Your wife. -My fault.

I love you. Don't you understand that?

What are you doing here?

I'm also invited.

Three men are courting me.

But I don't see them. Because after you everything has become dark.

I'm renting an apartment. Around the corner from you.

Come visit me. Forgive me, my dear.

I know you do not Love Me. That hurts me.

But nothing stops me from loving you.

My mind and body belong to you.

Do what you want with me.

I do not want anything.

I can not live without you.

I can be whoever you need, Piotr. I can learn.

Lord, bless your servant Piotr.

Sprinkle him with holy water.

Daughters of Herod arise, show yourselves to me.

Fill his heart with love for me.

So that he does not sleep and long for me.

So that he does not sleep and long for me, servant of God, Antonina.

So shall it be.

So shall it be.

This is 200 rubles for two months.

Pyotr Ilyich does not think it is necessary to give everything at once.

If he doesn't want that, then we're done talking. He doesn't have to give me anything.

It's not about wanting, it's about income.

He's not as rich as you think.

He gave his brother 3000 rubles a year.

Anatoli Ilyich himself told me that.

Moreover, he earns well by publishing sheet music.

I cannot influence Pyotr Ilyich's decision.

I only bring you money.

And another thing: excuse me from Mr. Shlykov's visits.

He claims to be your spokesperson and behaves in an obnoxious manner.

And I ask you to spare me from espionage.

What kind of espionage?

You spies. They follow me everywhere.

Good.

Then I'll go now.

And another thing. I need free tickets for conservatory concerts.

Tell that to Pyotr Ilyich. -Just write to him.

I did, but he doesn't answer. -Excuse me.

Wait a second.

Give this to my husband.

He really needs to wear it. Otherwise he hurts me deeply.

Do you know how much fun it was to sew this?

He shouldn't fade.

But don't give it to a washerwoman. It spoils me.

But a decent dyer... -Good.

can handle it.

And another thing.

Tell him I agree with everything...

if only he came to live with me.

I don't want a divorce.

I don't know Shlykov. It must be a scammer.

He does things I don't know about.

presses. This isn't your first.

It's not your first.

presses. Come on.

Breath.

Percent.

Another girl?

A boy this time.

What did you call him?

Pyotr

Peter Petrovich.

Named after him?

To whom else? To you?

You mean nothing to me. And he is my husband.

That was really Dante's hell. There is no more sensual music.

You write with your nerves. -Thank you.

There's no one like you.

Did you know that a woman sins if she listens to this?

Oh yeah? Why?

Because there is a piece of your soul in every sound.

Lord, forgive this sinner. -What are you doing?

I really want to...

listen to you. -Thank you. Thank you.

Best. -Thank you.

Let's go.

Unparalleled. You must have heard this. Your performance, your speech, maestro.

Don't look so angry when you see me.

If I displease you so much, turn around.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

What are you doing here?

First of all, thanks for the concert.

Even if you conduct other people's music better than your own.

How nice, I say. -I'm always honest.

When we first met, you wrote Onegin. Your best opera.

About us. About our love.

The operas after that are cold, incoherent. They are not a unit.

Only this one is good. -I'm not going to argue.

Second. I'm going to make a request to the Empress.

You pay alimony.

But you are sick and I fear your end is in sight. That's why I'm covering myself...

and I ask the Empress work as a gymnasium headmistress.

Are you burying me already? Only busy with yourself?

I want to work to get rid of your philanthropy. And from you.

Sorry gentlemen, I have something to discuss with ma'am.

How dare you. You ruin my reputation.

Tchaikovsky's wife is begging. Shameful.

Apparently your wife? You just said that. - You're embarrassing me in front of everyone.

Oh yeah? With what then?

You are sad.

Pathetic.

Because you disowned me.

I have been trampled and humiliated. - God, how banal.

Think if you can.

You will now receive more than 1800 rubles per year.

If you go to work, you will earn much less. And you will get nothing from me.

So what?

Ridiculous.

Then I don't have to beg from you anymore...

and seeing Jurgenson's disgruntled face.

Absurd. Does his facial expression matter when he brings you money?

Don't send him to me again.

He can't beat you, a simple errand boy.

He is not Dutch, but a jid. Dutch, French, it doesn't matter.

All those Jurgensons and Friedrichsons... We've known for a long time that they're jids.

Creepiness is in her blood.

He sends me thugs with dirty proposals. And you guys are friends.

It's in the best spot at concerts.

And I get to watch him from the angel box.

What are you doing here?

What do you want from me?

A trial to humiliate me?

To destroy me? What do you want?

If I had meant to harm you, it would have been done long ago.

I haven't scratched your reputation yet.

I am not a bad person, even if you hate me.

But you should know, Piotr...

that you won't live without me.

Never.

I will not let you go.

Slang.

I only love you.

And no one takes my place.

Nobody.

It was a good concert, wasn't it gentlemen?

Pyotr Ilyich conducts his own music better. Believe me, for I should know.

Will I get a proper burial?

And.

From what money? We have nothing.

I sell everything.

And what about you?

I have a husband.

Husband...

Come, let us bow before the Lord our God.

Come, let us bow before Christ, the Lord our God.

Blessed is the man who does not go with an evildoer.

Who does not go the way of sinners. Do not sit at the table with spotters.

But delight in the law of the Lord. And engrossed himself in his law day and night.

He will be like a tree planted by running waters.

It bears fruit in time. Its leaves do not wither.

Everything he does comes to fruition.

Not so the lawless. They are like chaff that blows in the wind.

fly like black thoughts I am robbed of my rest

they sting and buzz and swarm

around my poor head

once you chase one away

a new one has landed on your eye

you have nowhere to hide

because they fly everywhere

the book slips from your hands

the conversation fades, becomes silent

ah, let the evening fall

ah, if only the night comes soon

black thoughts like flies I am robbed of my rest

they buzz and taunt and swarm

around my poor head

once you chase one away

stabs another deep into your heart

you think about your life

spent senselessly in dreams

you want to forget about love

but it actually grows, in spite of everything

ah, if only one real night fell

night, come soon forever

At three. -One two Three. Lifting.

Guard.

nee

only the one that ever

has known the longing for a meeting

know how much I suffered

and how much I will have to suffer

Do you want to pose in your cloak?

And.

I took mine off.

How do I look? Your gift.

I put a spell on that shirt to always have you with me.

I sold my soul to the devil. It's because of you, my Piotr.

You know, I don't have to pay for pictures anymore.

I am even often asked to pose.

But for photos where we're together...

do i have to pay half.

But don't think that's because of you.

That's because of me.

I know that.

They say you are the sun.

I didn't deserve free shooting.

I'm just a sun worshipper.

We're about to start. -Where should I look?

To that tree.

Pyotr Ilyich, look.

Look at these angels.

This is Masha. Mashenka.

And this is Antonina. Nina.

And this is little Piotr.

Kleine Pjotr. -Pjotr.

Piotr, let's see. Hands in the side.

Slipped, slipped, no basque. Kick with your feet.

Well done. -Bravo, Piotr.

Family life suits you.

You have so much love in you, but no one to give to.

You know, I'm afraid my ears are freezing.

Come to me. We put a chair here.

Your wings grow weary if you are always in heaven.

And then when you come down, these little creatures...

fulfillment of your earthly existence. -Come on, Piotr.

My life has turned out like this...

that I couldn't pick them up from the orphanage.

Just sit here. But you do.

Do your dress right.

Stand in your place. We are going to start.

Straighten your dress, Nina. The shoulders are slumped.

And now you must behave yourself.

Then everyone will see that you are children of a great father.

Please, Pyotr Ilyich. Seriously.

I am serious. Antonina spoils the picture.

I? -Who else?

Again.

Always me. -Naturally. Again.

Do you hear that?

The window.

Jump out the window.

Everything is on fire. The stairwell, the rooms.

Ready to catch her?

Ring.

My ring.

Which ring? Everything is on fire.

My ring is still there. -Everything is burning, damn it.

Idiot man.

I cannot give you more than the agreed amount.

I have an ear infection and an upset stomach.

Everything burned. Even my wedding ring.

I put my kids in an orphanage. There they died.

I have to find a house.

Moscow 1893

And food. I am starving. -I'm very sorry.

You wish I wasn't there. You are mean.

You don't even understand why I won't let him go.

Sign for receipt.

I've had a lot of setbacks since he left me.

He brought my happiness. -Antonina Ivanovna, enough.

He is the instigator of all my problems. No one else.

He will die in agony.

He will suffer and be tormented.

No one will come to his aid.

No one will save him.

Because I'm not with him.

Amen, my Piotr.

oh, how black the sky is

oh how dark the night is

the houses massively block the horizon for me

there are no more tears

alone am I

and in my soul

believe me, it's even blacker

much blacker

the sky was black

the night was dark

remember when we stood still at the window

the rural house was fast asleep

the wind howled furiously

under my window

you started talking

soft and passionate

you put your hand

on my shoulder

my heart broke

it hit hard

but that was a long time ago

that is long gone

oh, how black the sky is

oh how dark the night is

the houses massively block the horizon for me

there are no more tears only I am

and in my soul

believe me, even blacker

even blacker

Composer Tchaikovsky dies of cholera.

Composer Tchaikovsky dies of cholera.

Composer Tchaikovsky dies of cholera.

Composer...

Hey, pay.

oh, how black the sky is

oh how dark the night is

Antonina Tchaikovsky never saw her husband again after their divorce in 1877.

She died on February 18, 1917 in an asylum in Petrograd.

She could not be buried immediately because of the uprising in the city.