Original subtitles

MOSFILM

Fyodor Mikhailovich Dostoevsky

BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

Screenplay and Directed by Ivan PYRYEV

Starring:

Mikhail ULIANOV

Lionella PYRYEVA

Kirill LAVROV

Andrei MYAGKOV

Mark PRUDKIN

Svetlana KORKOSHKO Valentin NIKULIN

Also starring:

P. PAVLENKO, I. LAPIKOV, N. SVETLOVIDOV, A. KHVYLYA, N. RYZHOV

N. PODGORNY, N. PROKOPOVICH, Ye. TETERIN, G. YUKHTIN, M. PERTSOVSKY

V. POPOVA, T. NOSOVA, L. KORNEVA, E. URUSOVA, O. CHUVAEVA, R. VOLSHANINOVA

S. KALININ, V. FILIPPOV, I. VLASOVA, A. RANKOV, T. LIPINA, Zh. DIANOVA

Director of Photography Sergei VRONSKY

Production Designer Stalen VOLKOV

Sound Engineer - Eugeny KASHKEVICH Composer - Isaak SHVARTS

Conductor - E. KHACHATURYAN

English subtitles by Douglas Willett and Maria Kurchatova Lopes Pereira

Creative Association LUTCH

Part Two

- You surprise me, Pavel Fiodorovich. - Why is that?

You are a skilful cook,

and you play the guitar with heart,

and your voice is somehow special...

You seem some kind of a foreigner...

But the most noble foreigner!

I am embarassed to tell you that!

You are right about the guitar and cookery, Maria Kondratievna,

but regarding foreigners,

if you care for my opinion,

both Russians and foreigners are alike in corruption.

They are all rascals. But the foreigners wear patent-leather shoes, while our people,

damn them, stink in their misery and do not find it bad.

The Russian people should be flogged, as Fiodor Pavlovich observed very correctly yesterday.

Although he is a madman, as well as his children.

But you said you respected Ivan Fiodorovich very much.

- Yesterday he said I was a stinking lackey. - No! - Yes, he did!

And how is their Dmitry Fiodorovich better than I am, I wonder?

I may be only a soup maker, but with a little luck...

I could open a restaurant

on Petrovka street in Moscow

for, as you observed, my cooking is special.

While Dmitry Fiodorovich cannot do anything,

he is a beggar!

And he is much more stupid than I am.

Look at the money he has frittered away without any need.

But if he challenged some count's son to a duel

he'd be accepted, while I wouldn't.

Ivan Fiodorovich is coming.

I'm going.

Go, Maria Kondratievna.

Do not spill your soup!

- Is my father still asleep, or has he waked? - He is still asleep.

You surprise me, sir. - Why are you surprised?

- Why don't you go to Cheremashnya, sir? - Why should I go there?

But Fiodor Pavlovich himself has begged you to go.

Speak clearly. What do you want?

Nothing special.

Just making conversation.

I am in an awful position, Ivan Fiodorovich.

I do not know what to do.

What is wrong?

I presume, sir, that tomorrow I will have a strong falling-sickness attack.

What strong falling-sickness attack?

It is a strong paroxysm that lasts for two days.

How can you predict a paroxysm in advance?

- That is correct; I cannot. - But you say you will have one tomorrow.

I have to go to the attic and then to the cellar; I may fall down.

Why, do you mean to pretend to be ill?

I want to use this measure to save my life.

Because when I am ill, even if Agrafena Aleksandrovna visits your parent,

Dmitry Fiodorovich won't be able to blame me for not reporting to him.

He will be ashamed to do it.

- These are only threats and silly words. - I am more afraid to be taken for an accomplice of his

when he does something to his father.

Why should you be taken for an accomplice?

Because I let him know about all the secret signals agreed upon with his father.

What signals?

These ones.

- But how dared you tell him the secret signals? - I was afraid.

If you think Dmitry will use the signals, do not let him in!

But what if I have a paroxysm?

- Why, damn it, do you think you will have a paroxysm? - I have a presentiment.

Then warn Grigory.

Grigory Vasilievich has been very sick since yesterday.

What nonsense! You'll have a fit, Grigory is ill...

Listen...

But aren't you trying to arrange it?

Why should I? Everything depends upon Dmitry Fiodorovich.

But why should he burst into the house, if this slut does not come at all?

And why did he burst in yesterday? For the same reason.

Also, he knows from me that Fiodor Pavlovich has a big envelope prepared

with 3000 in it. And written on it is: "To my birdie".

This is also suspicious.

Nonsense! Dmitry will not come to kill and rob our father.

He is in very great need of money now, in great need of these exact 3000.

And besides, Ivan Fiodorovich, what if Agrafena Aleksandrovna comes here

and wants to turn into a lady.

Then, neither you, nor your brothers, would have anything after your father's death, not a rouble.

But if your father died now there'd be some 40,000 for sure for each of you...

Then why...

Why on earth do you advise me to go to Chermashnya?

If I leave, then here...

Precisely so.

What do you mean by "precisely so"?

If I were you, I would simply give it all up, and leave immediately...

You appear to be a big idiot and an awful scoundrel.

I am going to Moscow tomorrow early in the morning.

That's the best thing you can do!

The best thing...

Here he is.

- But he is drunk! - Has been drinking for two days.

We need to wake him up!

Right now! - I don't have such orders...

But my business is too important!

I'm in a hurry. I need to return today! - No such orders...

Mr. Liagavy, Mr. Liagavy!

Wake up. Wake up!

Wake up! Wake up!

Damn it!

Wake up. Listen, wake up!

No, you better wait until morning.

For he is obviously not in a fit state.

If only you knew, father, how much I need him.

And how desperate I am now!

How desperate I am...

No, you better wait until morning.

Morning?

It is impossible!

Impossible!

Hey! Wake up now!

Mr. Liagavy, wake up! - Ahhh! Fuck you!

Wake up, damn it!

What terrible tragedies realism plays with people.

If your business

is important, as you say,

then I doubt you will manage anything even if you wake him up.

Wait until morning.

Morning!

I'll stay here and wait for an opportunity.

I'll begin as soon as he wakes up.

Leave the lamp!

I'll pay for the candle and for the lodging. - As you wish.

Thank you, father.

But how... how will you get home?

I will take his mare.

One more thing:

never call him "Liagavy".

He hates it.

His name is Gorsky.

Stepan Vlasovich.

I appreciate it, father.

Thank you.

Tragedy!

Do not cry, son,

but rejoice.

Cry not.

Don't you know that this is the greatest of his days?

Remember where he is now,

at this moment!

Cry if you must,

cry dear soul.

Christ has sent you these tears.

The local keeper must have explained to you...

I am Lieutenant Dmitry Karamazov.

The son of the Karamazov whose grove you are trying to buy.

You're lying.

What do you mean?

Do you know Fiodor Pavlovich Karamazov, my father?

I don't know...

...any Pavel Fiodorovich.

A grove...

You are buying a grove from him!

Kuzma Kuzmich Samsonov himself sent me to you!

You are lying.

Listen, it is not a joke!

Maybe you are drunk... But try to understand...

You are a dyer, a house painter!

What dyer?

I am Dmitry Karamazov!

I have an offer for you, an advantageous offer concerning the grove.

You made a contract with me and left, scoundrel.

I assure you you�re mistaken! I am Karamazov, Karamazov!

You're a scoundrel, a scoundrel!

I don't want to talk to you!

Hey, coachman, stop.

- What do you want? - Tell me, dear fellow,

Is this the right road to Volovo station?

- It is, sir. After you walk for about 3 verst, turn right after the bridge.

I'm a scoundrel!

A scoundrel.

- Father, they are coming here! - I can hear it, son.

Hide in the bedroom. You do not need to be here.

Casting out, I cast out!

Satan, get thee out! Satan, get thee out!

Oh, Lord! Satan, get thee out!

What have you come for, worthy Father?

I came to cast out your visitors, the unclean devils...

You cast out the evil spirit, but perhaps you are serving him yourself.

And who can say about himself "I am holy"? Go away, Father!

Go away, Father! Do not stir up the peace of the flock.

It is not for man to judge, but for God. Go away, I command thee!

Go away, go away!

You are proud and vain here! And you stink much!

Brethren, this place is empty. Empty!

Why, why, Lord?

Why did you allow them to mock the remains of the holy elder?

Why did you not strike them with your rage, Lord?

Where is your celestial justice?

Where is your Providence?

And your finger, punishing evil?

Where?

Alyosha! Here you are! I've been looking everywhere for you.

Why are you lying here?

At least look at me!

Oh, how you are changed!

Are you angry with someone? - Leave me alone!

Oh ho! So that's how we are talking. That's a comedown from the angels.

Is it because your old man has begun to stink?

Did you seriously believe that he was going to do miracles?

I believed, I believe, and I want to believe.

What else do you want?

Nothing at all, my dear.

So now you are in a temper with your God,

you are rebelling against him. - I am not rebelling against God;

I simply don't accept His world.

What do you mean? What nonsense is this?

Have you eaten today?

I don't remember. I think I have.

You need to eat, otherwise you will think up devil knows what ideas.

I have a piece of sausage...

Only you won't eat sausage...

- Give me the sausage! - Oh, here we are! So it's a mutiny, barricades!

But I suppose vodka is going too far for you.

Give me some vodka, too.

Oh! If so, it is a wonderful business then! And we should not miss it!

Get up, let's go! - Where?

What do you mean where? To the pub! Better yet! Let's go to Grushenka.

Will you?

Let's go to Grushenka. I do not care now.

- Who is there? - It's not him, young lady.

It's Mikhail Osipovich.

Why have you shouted so?

Ah, it's you, Rakitin.

Who are you with?

Oh, God! Who you have brought!

Have some candles brought in! It's dark!

Fenya, candles! Alyosha, come, my dear.

Do not be afraid!

I am so glad to see you.

My unexpected visitor!

You frightened me, Rakitin, I thought it was Mitya breaking in.

Fenya, run out to the gate and find whether the captain is to be seen.

Maybe he is hiding and spying. I am afraid of him!

And close the shutters!

- Why are you afraid of him today? - I'm expecting a message...

...a message that Mitya needs not know of.

- And why are you all dressed up? - I told you: expecting a message.

Should it come, I shall fly away. - Where to?

If you know too much, you'll get old too soon.

Alyosha, my dear,

why are you standing here?

Come in!

Come in here, and sit down,

please!

My young moon!

I must confess that I never expected you to come.

Ah, Rakitin, if you had only brought him yesterday or the day before!

But I am glad anyway!

Why are you so sad, Alyosha?

Are you afraid of me? - He has a grief. - What grief?

- His elder is rotten. - How so?

He stinks!

What a nonsense you are talking. Be quiet, you fool!

Will you let me sit on your lap, Alyosha?

Will you?

Will you allow me to stay like this?

Won't you be angry?

If you tell me to get off, I will!

Stop this nonsense!

Better give us some champagne. You owe me it.

I really do!

You know, Alyosha, I promised him champagne if he brought you here.

Fenya, bring champagne, the bottle that Mitya left. - Yes, young lady.

Though my thoughts are far away,

I will drink with you.

- What is it with you, is it a secret? - What secret!

You know it, too. My officer is coming. - I do know that.

But is he so near? - He's in Mokroye.

I am expecting a message from there. - Mokroye?

And what about Mitya? Does he know? - He would kill me if he knew.

But I do not want to think of that.

I want to think of Alyosha here.

Cheer up, my dear!

Smile at me!

Ah, he's smiling, he's smiling.

How kindly he looks at me!

And you know, I was afraid you were angry with me because of that young lady.

I was a cur, it's true.

However, it is good that it happened.

It is bad, and good at the same time.

She called me,

wanted to win me over, to seduce me with chocolate.

No, it is good.

But I am still afraid of you being angry.

Alyosha, she is really afraid...

...of a chicken like you.

He is a chicken to you, because you've no conscience.

And I love Alyosha with all my soul.

And what about the officer, the message?

That's women's way, Alyosha.

Don't you make me angry, Rakitin.

I love Alyosha in a different way.

Believe me, Alyosha,

sometimes I look at you

and feel ashamed.

Ashamed of myself.

Champagne! Champagne!

Here is my dear. Love me!

Alyosha, come, take a glass and show yourself.

And you, Grushenka.

What should we drink to?

To the gates of heaven?

- What gates of heaven? - No, I'd better not. - And you bragged so!

Well, then neither will I drink. Drink the whole bottle, Rakitin!

If Alyosha drinks, I will also. - What sloppy sentimentality!

He's got something to grieve over, but what's wrong with you?

He is rebelling against his God.

Even has eaten a sausage! - Why so?

His elder died today, Father Zosimos.

Oh Lord,

I did not know that!

Do not taunt me, Misha.

I have suffered so much today, that you have no right to reproach me.

You should instead look at her!

I came here expecting to find an evil soul,

because I was evil myself.

Instead I have found a sincere sister,

a loving soul.

She has felt sorry for me,

has saved me.

She has saved you all right! She wanted to swallow you!

Stop, Rakitin!

Keep silent!

And you keep silent, too, Alyosha. I feel ashamed because of your words.

Do not praise me, do not think me kind!

I am an evil woman!

Rakitin is right. I wanted to swallow you and laugh at you.

I wanted it so much,

that I've promised him 25 rubles for bringing you! - That's nonsense! - Wait!

Take it.

You won't refuse, I guess?

Why should I refuse?

That will come in handy. - Keep silent now!

You don't love us, so just hold your tongue.

Why should I? What have you done for me?

Love without reason,

as Alyosha does. - Alyosha does! How has he shown it?

Why are you making such a fuss over him?

Shut up! How dare you be so familiar? How dare you be so blunt!

- Are you mad? - Sit in the corner and be quiet as a lackey!

I will tell Alyosha all the truth myself.

You, Alyosha, did not know anything.

When you passed me, you dropped your eyes.

I've looked at you a hundred times before today.

Your face haunted my heart.

"He despises me," I thought,

"He won't even look at me."

And why, why?

Nobody in the town, God knows,

nobody here dares to talk or think of coming to me for bad business.

Kuzma Kuzmich is the only man I have anything to do with here.

I was bound and sold to him,

Satan married us.

I was angry at you then,

so angry!

And I decided to swallow you up...

...and laugh at you!

So you see what a spiteful bitch I am.

And you called me your sister.

Don't! Why are you saying this?

And now that man who wronged me has come.

I sit here waiting for a message from him.

And no one in the whole world knows

and cannot know

how I am feeling now!

What is in my heart.

Maybe I'll take a knife with me to Mokroye,

and pay him,

pay him for everything!

And maybe I will crawl like a dog!

Don't, don't...

Mistress, mistress, a messenger is here!

He brought a carriage for you and a letter!

He has sent for me.

Crawl back, little dog!

I am going! Farewell, Alyosha! My fate is sealed!

Let me kiss you, my dear!

Maybe I am going to my doom.

Now go ... Get out of here.

Get out all of you!

Farewell, Rakitin!

Grushenka is flying away to a new life!

Alyosha, my dear...

give my greetings to Mitya...

and tell him to remember me, the villain, kindly.

And add ...

that Grushenka loved him for only 1 hour.

Let him remember that hour...

for all his life!

She kills your brother, and then tells him to remember it all his life!

What a sarcophagy!

You will probably despise me for those 25 rubles.

As if I've sold you.

But you are not Christ, you know, and I am not Judas.

Stop it, Misha, please.

Move!

Look, look! It was your brother in the carriage.

Indeed, Mitya!

Where is he coming from?

He took the wrong way. He should have gone to Grushenka; it would be funny!

Let's go.

- Go, Misha. I won't go to the monastery. - How come? What's wrong?

- I will go to Dmitry and stay there. - Hey, wait! Hey!

Marfa Osipovna!

Has anyone asked for me? Has anyone come here?

Your brother came twice yesterday, sir,

asked for you. And the red-haired one, too.

- Smerdiakov? - Yes, him.

- And did Agrafena Aleksandrovna come or ask? - No, sir, she did not.

All right then.

- Who's there? - It's me, Marfa Osipovna.

Where's my brother? Where is Dmitry?

I saw him coming just now. Where is he?

Why did you scream?

Grusha...

Grusha...

Grushenka!

Where...

Where is she?

I do not know sir, dear. I do not know anything...

Fenya, in the name of Christ, tell me where she is!

I swear to God, sir, I know nothing.

I know nothing.

You can kill me, but I know nothing!

You can kill me...

You're lying, damn you! From your fright, I can tell where she is.

I know!

Oh Lord! He's going to kill someone!

Grushenka!

Grushenka!

Where are you, my little sweetie?

Come, come here.

Don't be afraid, my little chickie!

I'm alone here, alone.

God, what a storm!

What are you standing! Why haven't you closed the window?

I'm going.

I'm going to my father.

What a storm this is! Oh, Lord!

Our mistress is out in this.

What will become of her? Stepan's carriage is covered.

She'll get there without getting wet.

You...

You lied to me, villain!

Tell me now where she is! Tell me!

Talk!

Get away, old woman!

In Mokroye! In Mokroye! She went to her officer.

What officer?

To the same one who had left her,

and she said not to tell you anything.

To the same one...

How can that be?

And why, why?

Your hands are all bloody, Dmitry Fiodorovich.

And your face too!

Yes, that's blood.

Human blood, Fenya.

And why was it shed?

Oh God!

There's a fence, Fenya, a very high one... a scary one...

Tomorrow when the sun rises

Mitya will leap over that fence.

You probably don't understand what fence, Fenya...

You don't understand...

Never mind.

You'll hear tomorrow and understand everything...

And now farewell.

Forgive me, and farewell.

Dear sir, Dmitry Fiodorovich, don't hurt my mistress! I have told you everything! Don't hurt her, dear sir!

Mitya won't hurt anyone else.

And don't cry, good girl, don't cry and stand up.

I won't hurt Grushenka and will disappear, disappear forever.

She loved Mitya Karamazov for 1 hour.

She called me Mitenka all the time.

Mitenka...

Mitenka...

Forgive me, Fenya. And pardon me.

And you, Matryona, forgive me.

And if you don't forgive me,

it's all the same.

Hey, host, open up!

Oh, Dmitry Fiodorovich!

Open the gates, Kuzma!

Is it really you, Dmitry Fiodorovich!

Is it really you!

Wait, Trifon Borisovich, first and foremost, where is she?

Agrafena Aleksandrovna? She is here!

- With whom? - Some visitors, one must be a Polish official, and another is his friend.

Are they feasting? Are they rich?

- Poor sort of feast. - Who else? - Two gentlemen from our town.

Only that? And she? How is she? Is she merry? Is she laughing?

Not very much. She doesn't look merry.

Now listen to me, Trifon.

In about an hour, wine, savouries, pies will be brought from town. Bring them all up at once...

Open this box and serve champagne at once. And bring the gypsies!

It's important! 200 rubles for gypsies! - I see.

- Andrey, here is your pay.. - Sir, that is too much.

Take it. And remember Karamazov!

And you, Trifon, lead me upstairs and let me watch them secretly.

Excuse me, gentlemen...

May a traveler join you until morning? I am travelling, too... Do not be afraid!

I won't... Only until morning! For the last time!

This is a private party, sir.

There are other rooms. - Only until morning, gentlemen!

Why it's you, Dmitry Fiodorovich, sit down with us.

Hello, my dear,

precious fellow.

- How tight you squeeze! - He always squeezes like that.

- Hello, Dmitry Fiodorovich! - Hello! You are here, too! I am so glad!

Gentlemen, I hurried here, I wanted to spend my last hour here, in this very room,

where I adored my queen.

It's my last night, gentlemen. A worm, a useless worm!

A worm crawls and disappears!

Let's drink, gentlemen!

Wine will be served now!

Hey, the wine!

I brought this. I want singing, music, noise, thunder! As it was that night!

The way my quiin wishes.

Quiin, quiin... You talk funny!

Sit down, Mitya, and don't frighten me. If you don't, I am glad to see you.

Me, me frighten you?

Oh, pass me by, go your way, I won't hinder you!

I won't...

- What a fellow you are! Mitya, why are you crying? - I am not crying... I am not crying...

Stop it! There is no reason! Cheer up!

I'm glad you're here, very glad, Mitya, do you hear!

I want him to stay here with us.

If he goes away, I shall go, too!

What my queen commands...

...is a law!

I beg you to join our company, sir.

Gentlemen, let us drink! Let us all drink!

I'm feeling dry.

All, all, gentlemen!

Here you are, gentlemen!

All, all, gentlemen!

Here you are!

Everybody!

Let us drink, gentlemen!

And fraternize...

Why are we sitting this way?

Gentlemen, what should we do...

Something cheerful, huh?

We are really quite dull...

- Play cards, maybe? - Cards? Wonderful!

What do you say, gentlemen? - It's late...

It's true.

It's always late with them. They can never do anything! They are dull and want everyone to be dull, too.

Before you came, Mitya, they were just silent and kept turning up their noses at me.

My Goddess, I see that you do not love me, my queen, that's why I'm gloomy.

Well, let's start, sir!

I want to lose a lot to you.

Bring the cards, I will be the bank.

If my queen wishes... But the cards should be the host's.

- Most illustrious, two words with you. - What do you want?

In the next room, I've two good words for you. You'll be glad to hear them.

What? The body-guard? Let him come, too. He must come!

Well, let us go, sir.

- Where are you going? - We'll be back in one moment.

What can I do for you, sir?

Here is the deal. Do you want 3,000 rubles? Take it and get out of here!

Three thousand?

Three, sir, three!

Take it and get out of here!

And take your body-guard!

And forever! Do you understand?

You can go through this door.

What have you got here? A fur coat? I'll bring it to you.

They'll get the horses out directly, and then... good-bye!

And the money, sir?

The money?

500 now in advance,

and 2500 tomorrow in town.

700, 700, not 500, at once!

What's the matter, sir? Don't you trust me?

I cannot give you the 3000 now.

If I give it, you may come back to her tomorrow.

Besides I do not have the whole 3000 with me. I've got it at home in town.

What next? For shame!

You spit because you hope to make more out of Grushenka! Capons!

- Madam Agrippina... - I am Agrafena! Grushenka!

Madam Agrafena...

I came here to forget the past and forgive you.

Forgive?

You came here to forgive ME?

That's right, madam. I'm not a coward, I'm honorable.

Mr. Mitya offered me 3000 in the other room to depart.

I spat in his face.

What? He offered you money for me? Is it true, Mitya?

- Please, she's pure and shining! - Don't you dare defend me before him!

And did he actually accept the money?

He wanted to, wanted to! Only he wanted all 3000 at once,

but I could only give him 700 in advance.

- Now I know why he came! - Madam Agrippina,

I am a nobleman, not a lackey.

I came here to make you my wife, and I find you a different woman,

not the same as before! Shameless and depraved!

Go back where you came from then!

I've been a fool to be miserable because of such a man!

And it is not him at all! Not him!

That one was a falcon, a joyful one, sang me songs!

And this one? A drake! A bold drake!

Where did you buy this wig?

She is a whore!

Dear sir, you'll follow him right away!

Madam Agrippina, if you want, come with me. If not, farewell.

Well, dear sir...

Go!

Oh, God! What a shame! What a shame!

Damned be those 5 years!

Damned! Damned!

Grushenka, Grushenka!

Romani! Sing!

Why are you sad?

Why do you keep frowning?

Nothing ... nothing ...

I left a man sick in the city.

If I knew he'd get better...

I'd give 10 years of my life.

Never mind him if he's sick! Never mind!

Did you, Mitya,

really want to let him have me?

No, I didn't want to ruin your happiness.

You are a silly boy,

it's such silly ones that I love.

When you came then,

my heart sank.

"You fool, that's the one you love" - it whispered to me.

And you were afraid when you came here! - Yes... - Afraid of me!

Mitya...

my falcon...

how could I be such a fool...

and think that I loved another!

Grusha, Grusha!

Wait! Go, go...

Go, go enjoy yourself.

Go, go enjoy yourself.

I am joyful, so should you be!

Parting with him, she said:

Don't forget me in a foreign land.

I loved only you

And saved my love as a shrine.

I loved only you

And saved my love as a shrine.

Only you I trusted

With my secret thoughts and words,

Only you I allowed

To kiss my swarthy shoulders.

Only you I allowed

To kiss my swarthy shoulders.

Only for you I can

Blush in front of the severe world.

I will lie and take an oath for you

With my tears, smile and word.

Oh, my God, make a miracle! Revive the prostrate! Let this bitter cup pass from me.

What is it, Borisich? - Nothing.

- Are you looking for me? - No, why should I look for you?

- You must be angry that we stay until so late! - No, not at all. - What time is it?

- It's past three. - Wait a little. I'll finish soon.

As you wish...

Mitya, Mitya!

Life is so good, isn't it?

Although we are nasty, we are still good! Nasty and good!

Tell me, am I good? I am very good!

You are divine! Divine!

Everything is spinning in my head: the stove and the table... I want to dance!

Let everybody see how well I dance!

I'm weak... Forgive me...

Mitya, Mitya!

Kiss me, kiss me hard!

But don't touch me. I am yours, but don't touch me. Spare me! It's filthy here. - No, of course not here.

I know, although you're a beast, you're a noble one. We must be honest and decent.

Not beasts, but good people. Take me away!

Far, far away! I don't want to be here.

Far away, surely far away!

I love you. Only you. I'll love you forever in Siberia.

Why Siberia?

Never mind, it's nice in Siberia.

There's snow in Siberia.

I love driving through the snow.

...there must be a bell...

Do you hear the bell tinkling? - Yes.

Where is this bell tinkling?

Now it's stopped tinkling.

Did I fall asleep? - Yes.

Yes, the bell!

I slept and had a dream. As if I were riding through the snow...

Riding with you...

The bell was tinkling, tinkling...

Come here, please.

Please, here.

End of Part Two