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2014 THE YEAR OF CULTURE
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PRESENT
Allow me to read from your "Catechism of a Revolutionary":
"Each comrade must have at hand several revolutionaries
of the second and third category, that is, not fully initiated.
When a comrade gets in trouble and a revolutionary has to decide
whether to save him or not, he must be guided not by personal feelings,
but by the benefit for the revolutionary cause."
What category did you belong to, Mr. Erkel?
To none. I have no idea what you are talking about.
Andrei!
Mr. Virginsky,
is it true that Shatov's murder was planned at a meeting in your house?
That's true.
You'd better not smile, young man.
We all have been betrayed.
Why should we save a man who just spits on us?
So, Mr. Erkel, do you acknowledge the fact
that there was a meeting in Mr. Virginsky's house,
at which it was decided to kill Shatov
and at which you were present too?
We were simply drinking tea. Is that against the law?
DEMONS
Based on F.M. Dostoyevsky's novel
a VLADIMIR KHOTINENKO film
Part Three
MAXIM MATVEYEV
ANTON SHAGIN
SERGEY MAKOVETSKY
VLADIMIR ZAITSEV
YEVGENY TKACHUK ALEKSEI KIRSANOV
MARIA LUGOVAYA IVANNA PETROVA
NADEZHDA MARKINA IGOR KOSTOLEVSKY
BORIS KAMORZIN MARIA SHALAYEVA
ALEKSANDR GALIBIN NATALYA KURDYUBOVA
NATASHA SHVETS OLEG VASILKOV
YURI POGREBNICHKO as TIKHON
screenplay by NATALYA NAZAROVA VLADIMIR KHOTINENKO
director of photography DENIS ALARCON RAMIREZ R.G.C.
production designer VLADIMIR GUDILIN
music by ALEKSEI AIGI
producers ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY ALEKSANDR RODNYANSKY
YEKATERINA YEFANOVA SERGEY MELKUMOV
directed by VLADIMIR KHOTINENKO
Due to some circumstances,
I had to appoint a meeting with you here today,
to warn you that you may be killed.
Did you dress so for secrecy?
I remember you as a boy catching butterflies with your hands so adroitly.
I know that I may be in danger, but I don't think so.
Though, with those fools...
who can be sure of anything.
But I'm not afraid of them. I've broken up with them.
Yes, but these gentlemen have no intention of parting with you.
For some reason, they're convinced you're a spy;
if you haven't yet informed against them, you'll do it soon...
You know, Shatov, you shouldn't laugh.
As for their intentions here,
the movements of our Russian organization
is a business so murky and almost always unexpected that...
one really can try anything here...
Besides, Verkhovensky is an obstinate man.
He is a bedbug, an ignoramus, and a buffoon who doesn't have any feelings
- and who knows nothing about Russia. - You don't know him well.
Verkhovensky is an enthusiast.
- Verkhovensky? An enthusiast? - Yes.
There's a point when he stops to be a buffoon and turns into
a madman.
Please, recall your own expression:
"You know, a single man can be very powerful."
He's quite capable of pulling a trigger.
What are you doing here, Pierre?
Why these papers?
What is this? The history of the town of Hanau?
The dissertation of the famous professor Verkhovensky?
- Chapter one, and the last one. - Excuse me, what is it with you?
You've searched through my papers?
Where is the money for the grove?
For how much did you sell it?
What grove? Oh, you see...
I was in straitened circumstances...
I'm so guilty...
Tell it straight that you have sold the grove,
that all these years you have been drinking and playing cards,
presenting yourself as an exiled professor
in the embrace of the general's progressive widow.
That friendship of you two is nothing more than mutual vilification.
Ugh, what a lackey's job you've been doing all this time.
I blushed for you.
- I've been doing a lackey's job? - Even worse...
You've been a parasite, a voluntary lackey.
Oh, I did laugh, my boy, over your letters to her.
It's shameful and disgusting!
She showed you my letters?!
You write in an awful style.
Keep silent! Are you my son or not?
You should know better.
In such cases, fathers are disposed to be blind.
And I did find one document.
My mother's letter to that Polack.
Well, if it's you, then it's you; it it's a Pole, then it's a Pole. I don't care.
Another word and I'll box your ears!
Oh, does it really matter to you
whether I'm your son or not?
Did you think about it...
when you sent me, an innocent baby,
away from Berlin in a mail-van?
You haven't spent a ruble on me all your life!
You didn't know me at all until I got 16, and you robbed me.
And now you're crying that your heart has been aching over me
all your life, and you are playing antics before me!
I curse you... henceforth!
Well, goodbye, old boy...
Goodbye. By the way, your Varvara Petrovna wants to meet with you.
I advised her to put you in an almshouse.
Don't worry, in a good one;
it won't be humiliating.
An atheist cannot be Russian.
An atheist immediately stops being Russian.
- Do you remember that? - Yes?
You don't remember? You've forgotten?
Wasn't it you who said to me
that if it were proved to you that the truth excludes Christ,
you would prefer to remain with Christ rather than with the truth?
- Did you say that? - Why these malicious questions?
I may be stupid...
and awkward...
but I want to remind you of your own words,
just a few lines:
No one nation has ever been founded on principles of science and reason.
They have always played just a secondary role in the life of a people.
You ardently accepted it, and as ardently twisted it without noticing.
No.
The people who don't believe are not people at all. It's...
- Don't laugh! - Do you believe in God yourself?
I believe in Russia, in her orthodox faith.
- I believe in the body of Christ. - And in God? In God?
I will believe in God.
Stavrogin!
Is it true that when you were in Petersburg you belonged
to a secret society, practicing beastly sensuality?
Is it true that you could give lessons to the Marquis de Sade?
Is it true that you enticed and corrupted children?
Tell me...
And don't lie!
If it's true, I'll kill you here, on the spot.
I've never hurt children.
Do you know why you got married to that woman?
Because the shame and senselessness of it reach the pitch of genius.
Stavrogin
and a wretched, half-witted, lame beggar!
Kiss the earth,
water it with your tears, and pray for forgiveness.
Shatov...
I didn't kill you that morning though.
You need to go to Tikhon.
- To whom? - To Tikhon.
A former archbishop. Now he's ill and lives in the Bogorodsky monastery.
Everybody goes to see him.
You go, too.
What is it to you?
Go to him...
Varvara Petrovna...
Oh, come on.
Come on in and take a seat.
I'm sure you've prepared all your high-flown words,
but we'd better get to business right away.
The twelve hundred ruble pension
I consider a sacred obligation to pay you as long as you live.
Besides, you will receive from me
lodging, servants, and your maintenance.
I will add another three hundred rubles, making up three thousand.
Will it be enough a year for you?
So, take this money and live on your own
wherever you like but not with me!
In an almshouse.
People with a three-thousand income won't go to an almshouse.
Oh, I remember, Pyotr Stepanovich did joke about an almshouse once!
Let's forget about it.
And that's all?
All that's left of 20 years?!
You so much love exclamations!
But it's not in vogue any longer, Stepan Trofimovich.
Twenty years...
Twenty years of mutual vanity and nothing else.
Every letter of yours was written not to me, but for posterity.
My goodness, so many borrowed words!
I'm not a parrot to repeat other people's words.
What have you done for me in all these 20 years?
You were even jealous of my culture.
You're so horribly calculating.
You want to present it as though I'm in your debt still.
When you returned from abroad, you looked down on me,
and when I spoke to you about my impressions of the Madonna...
the Sistine Madonna;
you didn't hear me out and began to smile condescendingly
as though I was incapable to have the same very feelings.
I think it was not so.
It was so, and you had nothing to pride yourself on before me.
Today, no one admires the Madonna anymore -
not to waste time on it -
except old, hopelessly out-of-date men. It's been proved.
Been proved, is it?
It's of no use at all. Paint an apple
and put a real one next to it. Which will you choose?
I think you won't make a mistake?
That's my lot.
I'll take my bag, my beggar's bag,
and go on foot, only to die of hunger somewhere in a ditch.
Twenty years...
The die is cast.
Filled with love purest,
Faithful to a dream sweetest.
I don't understand Latin.
But I was sure...
I'm convinced that your only aim in life
has been to finally put me and my house to shame and slander!
You've always despised me,
but I will meet my end as a knight, faithful to my lady,
for your opinion has always been the dearest to me.
From this moment I will take nothing,
but will worship you selflessly.
You will go nowhere, you will meet your end peacefully in my arms,
taking your pension and gathering your friends on Tuesdays.
Goodbye, Stepan Trofimovich.
Be careful in your wanderings.
Aleksei Yegorych said the workers revolted, the factory was closed.
The die is cast.
Bravo!
I hope Andrei Antonovich won't be jealous...
And Lyamshin has prepared a musical surprise for you.
Something delightful!
I look like Pushkin. Everyone says so.
I know that he was shot in a duel.
And this wretched schoolboy, he killed himself.
He had squandered 400 rubles of his parents' money.
No one would have noticed it, he was so quiet.
What is it there?
My dears, what is it?
My dears, what are you doing?
Take the leaflets!
Move on! Move on!
What is it? What's going on?
What, rats? You all have hidden?
Let's go to the governor!
A bloody and inexorable revolution...
This thing is called "Franco-Prussian War".
Amusing, isn't it?
You!
With this milksop!
Yes!
I won't allow you, Madam, to reject the foundations of God!
Yes! Of God!
I will send all that irresponsible infidels' salon of yours packing
because I'm the governor.
I am to serve God;
and you, being my wife, ave to serve Him too!
But what does it all mean?
Do you know
that your rascals are instigating men at the factory,
and that I am informed of it?!
Do you know that they are strewing proclamations?
- Just on purpose! - Listen to me.
I've been long aware of their criminal designs.
You? So you knew?
Oh, you senseless
and venomous woman!
You should know that I'll arrest your ignoble lover,
I'll have him arrested and put in fetters,
and sent to the fortress,
or...
I shall jump out of the window before your own eyes!
- What? - Policeman Filibusterov.
Your Excellency, there's a riot in the town.
Filibusters?
Fili-bust-ers!
Yes, Your Excellency!
- The Shpigulin men are rioting. - What?
Yes.
We want the governor!
Disperse!
I order, disperse!
- What is it? - Don't you shout!
We want to see... the general himself!
- Stand back! - On your knees!
Shackle them all, the filibusters!
Send them to penal servitude!
Your Excellency! You can't say so...
We're starving. We need to feed our children!
Rods!
They all... are to be flogged!
We wanted it to end nicely!
- They're killing! - It's shameful!
If they... right here, in the square, before us,
are treating people so unceremoniously,
what can we expect of that man if he acts on his own authority?
"That man"?
What man?
Who are you?
You... Who are you?!
- Excuse me. - In a certain sense, I...
- Flog him! - Stepan Trofimovich...
Flog him!
Of course, we didn't flog the old Verkhovensky,
but we had scared him rather mightily.
Though now I think we should have flogged him.
Like father, like son...
These men should be flogged regularly,
on Saturdays, till they bleed.
- To knock this nonsense out of them. - You think it will help?
But how else, Sir?
Just read what they write.
Read it... "Catechesis of a Revolutionary".
- Written with milk. - I've read it.
No, Sir. Read carefully:
In the depth of his soul, not only in words,
but in practice too, a revolutionary has broken all ties
with civil order, and with all educated world,
and with all the laws, proprieties,
generally accepted rules and morals of this world.
He is its relentless enemy.
And if he continues to live in it,
it is only to be able to destroy it for sure.
Everything that works for the triumph of the revolution is moral for him.
How do you like it? They want a new morality.
The old one is not for them!
No, Pavel Dmitriyevich... Only a fist and a rod.
Andrei!
Yes?
Here, my dear. Have it enlarged and pasted all over the town!
Yes, and distribute it among all ours.
Let them inquire everywhere: at the stations, at the markets.
- Go! - Yes, Sir! On the wanted list!
And paste it?
We've never done it before.
And now we will paste it. It's a special case. Go!
Yes, Sir!
It so happened that - following these certain events -
everybody gathered at the governor's house
to discuss the goings, so to say.
I know for certain that it was on that fatal morning that the first
unmistakable symptoms of the poor governor's mental condition
appeared, which climaxed so dramatically by the evening.
- Stepan Trofimovich... - Stop him.
- Who is this? - Retired collegiate assessor
Stepan Trofimovich Verkhovensky, Your Excellency.
Are you a professor?
I once had the honor of giving some lectures to young men.
Young men?!
I won't allow it, my dear Sir!
I won't allow young men!
It's all these manifestos...
Enough!
The filibusters of our time are established.
Not another word.
Measures have been taken.
It happens. He's been like that from childhood.
Where did you come from?
I was standing here, waiting.
I will go... Varvara Petrovna must guess it.
Let her guess. Please, look here!
How beautiful!
No! In here.
Horrible...
Why horrible? It's beauty at a close look!
And all this is a phantom of beauty, an illusion.
He who's seen real beauty, has been marked with the sign of death.
You are very ill.
Oh God...
And this man wants to do without me?
Listen to me, Dasha.
I'm seeing ghosts all the time.
Recently, a demon offered to kill Lebyadkin and Marya Timofeyevna
in order to end my lawful marriage forever.
He asked for three rubles in advance,
but made it clear that the whole operation would cost
no less than fifteen thousand.
A very calculating demon... A real book-keeper!
Are you sure? Where did you see him?
Oh, no. It's Fedka the bandit, a runaway convict.
Don't you see that you are surrounded by a whole net of them?
To hell with them!
I can see it in your eyes that you want to ask a question.
Will there be no announcement of your marriage today?
And that will go on so to the end?
You just want the end?
And what will it be like?
The end?
The end will be here.
Then call me.
I will come.
- Goodbye now... - You are not sure
- that I won't go to Fedka. - Why are you tormenting me?
Listen!
And what if...
In short...
You see... What if I had gone to Fedka,
and then would have called you... would you come?
A nurse...
The star on the horse is shining
Surrounded by Amazons,
And from the horse to me she's smiling
This child aristocratically born.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Only this morning,
I picked up one of those lawless leaflets
that were scattered here.
For a hundredth time, I asked myself a question:
what's its mystery?
Ladies and gentlemen... I've solved that mystery.
All the mystery of their effect
is in their stupidity.
This is the most revealing, the most simple-hearted,
the shortest stupidity.
If it had been put forth a little bit cleverer,
everyone would have seen all the shallowness
of this short stupidity.
- This is a provocation. - And I'm stating...
I am stating...
that Shakespeare and Rafael are above the liberation of peasantry.
Above the narodnik movement... Above socialism...
Above serfdom, above the young generation,
and above chemistry.
Because they're already the fruit.
A real fruit of all humankind.
And, perhaps, the supreme fruit that can ever be!
Do you understand?!
That if you have the guillotine in the foreground,
and are so enthusiastic about it, it's only because
nothing's easier than cutting off heads,
and nothing's harder than to have an idea!
To a man, unhappiness is just as necessary as happiness!
- Away with him! - Hey, you!
You, laughing there! Are you amused?
You, ungrateful and unfair...
Why don't you want to reconcile?!
I curse you! I curse you!
Here comes the prince...
Nikolai Vsevolodovich...
A captain who calls himself a relation of yours,
the brother of your wife, whose name is Lebyadkin,
keeps writing indecent letters to me, complaining of you
and offering to reveal to me some secrets about you.
If he really is your relative,
please forbid him to annoy me.
Spare me this unpleasantness.
Yes!
I have the misfortune of being a relation to this man.
For nearly five years I have been the husband of his sister,
née Lebyadkina.
I will give him your message as soon as possible.
And I swear he won't bother you again.
Ladies and gentlemen...
Ladies and gentlemen,
there's a fire in the town. Zarechye is on fire.
That's the Shpigulin men! Who else?
Of course, the Shpigulin men... who else?
A fire!
Zarechye is on fire!
- Lisa! - Have mercy on me...
Have mercy on me!
To Skvorechniki, go!
Oh God, what is it?
Is it going to continue?
Just in broad daylight...
Why are you standing? You dupes!
And you can't keep order here!
Brothers! What is it?
Fomka!
Fomka! Why do you yell, you Shpigulin troublemaker?
You want to be arrested?
It's arson, it's nihilism!
Brothers! How much longer?
Your Excellency, you can't go there.
You'd better go home and rest. It's dangerous even to stand there!
That's the work of four scoundrels! Four and a half. Arrest them!
Scoundrels! What is he doing?
He will fall down!
- What is he doing there? - Putting the fire out, Your Excellency!
Unbelievable!
Your Excellency, Andrei Antonovich!
The fire is in the minds!
Not on the roofs of houses!
Pull him down and give it up.
Let it put itself out somehow...
Where are you throwing it?! You hit him, you oaf!
Mrykin! Kuzkin! Run here!
Andrei Antonych! How on earth could it happen?
Andrei Antonych!
Good morning, Sir. Where are you going so early?
To nowhere. To nowhere.
Oh Lord...
I've sent a courier... We'll learn it soon.
We'll go away together, today.
No... You are married.
So there's no use talking of it.
But what happened...
yesterday?
What happened is over.
What does it mean, Lisa?
Why then did you give me so much happiness?
It was just my caprice,
nothing more.
Now you can look everyone in the eye boldly and triumphantly.
What do these words mean, Lisa?
You know that I cannot lose you now...
Do you know what it has cost me?
Didn't you know yesterday that I would leave you today?
Yes or no?
Yes, I did.
Well then...
let it end this way.
I'd known even earlier I could've stand it for a mere moment...
Don't be afraid of anybody.
I'll take it all on myself.
I am bad
and capricious,
and I was fascinated by that operatic rook.
I am a young lady.
You know,
I did think that you were awfully in love with me.
Don't laugh.
I like to pity myself.
I am not good at anything. You're not good at anything either...
Let's comfort ourselves with that we both are bad.
That's impossible...
That's cruel!
I must confess
that I have had a strong feeling
you're having something
on your own conscience;
something horrible, loathsome, bloody,
yet absurd
and ridiculous...
Is that true?
I always thought
that you would take me to some place
where there lives a big spider, as big as a man.
And we'll spend our whole lives watching him
and being afraid of him...
That's how our mutual love would have been spent...
- Who is there?! - It's only me.
How do you do, Yelizaveta Nikolayevna!
Nikolai Vsevolodovich, I've come literally for a moment...
I must have a couple of words with you.
At all costs. Just a couple of words.
If you already know,
there are none of us to blame.
Have they been burnt? Murdered?
Murdered.
But not burnt, that's the trouble.
Fedka must have been in a hurry, got scared off by the fire.
And what a coincidence -
I gave that drunken fool Lebyadkin 230 rubles in your name.
- Are you threatening me? - How can I threaten you?
I am not Mavriky Nikolayevich! And just fancy that,
as I rushed here in a droshky, I saw Mavriky Nikolayevich by your fence.
He must have been sitting here all night.
Who has been murdered?
What were you saying about Mavriky Nikolayevich?
Oh, you've been listening?
What did you just say about Mavriky Nikolayevich?
You said "murdered"... Who has been murdered?
My wife and her brother Lebyadkin have been murdered.
It's all the work of Fedka the convict.
And Lebyadkin, the fool - he showed his money to everyone...
- So I rushed here to tell you the news. - Is he telling the truth?
No, it's not the truth.
- Oh, my God, I will go mad. - I have nothing to do with it.
Are you suspecting him?
He has been here with you all night!
Nikolai Vsevolodovich, tell me, as before God,
are you guilty or not?
I swear I'll believe your every word,
and I will follow you to the end of the world.
I'll follow you like a dog.
Not guilty at all, not even in thought...
I did not kill them, and I was against it,
but I knew they were going to be killed,
and I didn't stop the murderers.
I want to see them.
I want to see those murdered people...
I know where they are...
I know that house.
Listen, Mavriky Nikolayevich may notice us...
- Oh God! He is waiting for me! - Where to, Lizaveta Nikolayevna?
Who else but him? He did it! What does he need a lame wife for?!
It's not his first murder. Such as him can kill a drunk like a chick.
Stavrogin it is, who else...
No...
I want to see the murdered people first.
I want to see the people who were killed
on my account...
Because of them, he no longer loves me.
Mavriky Nikolayevich, don't ever forgive me, the dishonest.
Why are you crying?
Hit me...
and kill me here, like a dog.
Lizaveta Nikolayevna, no one is your judge now,
and I least of all can be your judge.
Look, folks!
They murder first, and then they came to look at it!
Bring her down!
Stop!
Don't do it!
Excuse me, Darya Pavlovna.
I didn't mean to frighten you.
You didn't frighten me. It was just so sudden.
I understand how painful the disaster with your brother is for you.
- And I didn't want to disturb you. - Please ask your questions.
I'll have to go soon.
Thank you.
Did you know what your brother was doing?
No.
He did not confide in me.
- You mean that your relationship... - We were very close as children.
Then he went away, to the university,
then left to America.
He didn't write to me.
And what were his relations with Stavrogin?
He was literally worshipping him.
We were all growing up together.
He was his idol.
Though, I don't know.
After America, my brother had changed very much.
In what respect?
He became very religious.
Though he didn't go to church, he kept talking about it all the time.
He had some idea of his own.
As usual, a very confusing idea.
And Stavrogin?
Did he believe in God?
Only God knows.
I don't.
But you lived with him in the same house?
I don't think it's enough for confidential relations.
- I need to go now. - And some people maintain
that you two had closer relations.
Are your assumptions built on the town gossip?
We're not too fastidious.
In our practice, gossip has too often proved to be the truth,
but I beg your pardon if I have offended you.
The last question,
and I won't bother you again.
How did Nikolai Vsevolodovich get over Yelizaveta Nikolayevna's death?
Once she was thought to be his bride.
Ask him.
(Says an incantation)
Do you know me? No?
Didn't I introduce myself?
No, you didn't.
But I had the pleasure of seeing you before.
Four years ago, here at the monastery by chance.
But I wasn't in this monastery four years ago.
I was here as a little child, when you were in some other place.
And what is this you have?
A map of the last war. Why do you want it?
A most interesting description...
I checked it by the land map.
It's quite a strange reading for you.
I don't know why I have come.
Are you ill?
Yes, I am.
I'm having,
mostly at nights, hallucinations of some kind.
I see, and sometimes I even feel a vicious creature beside me.
A mocking, intelligent creature.
It comes to me in different appearances,
and it's always the same... but I get angry.
Though it's all nonsense,
I'll go to a doctor.
I think you must.
How long have you been having it?
About a year; but it's all nonsense.
It's I who is appearing in different faces, nothing more.
You probably think that I'm still doubting, that I'm not sure,
that it's not I as a matter of fact... Demons? Yes?
Demons do exist, it's undoubted;
but our comprehension of them can differ a lot.
Can one believe in demons, not believing in God?
Quite possible... Over and over again!
And I'm sure that you find this faith more respectable
than outright unbelief. Am I right, you priest?
The total atheism is more respectable than the society's indifference.
An indifferent person has no faith, except an evil fear.
Recall the Apocalypse: 'And unto the angel of the church
of the Laodiceans write...' Do you have it? I want to read it.
I know that place. I remember...
You remember it by heart? Read it!
And unto the angel of the church of the Laodiceans write,
'These things says the Amen, the Faithful and True Witness,
the Beginning of the God's creation:
'I know your works, you are neither cold nor hot.
Would that you were either cold or hot!
So, because you are lukewarm, and neither hot nor cold,
I will spit you out of my mouth.
For you say, 'I am rich, I have prospered,
and I need nothing',
not realizing that you are pitiable, poor,
blind...'
That's all! Enough!
It's all for the middle? For the indifferent ones?
You know...
- I love you very much. - I love you too.
You probably know already with what I have come?
I guessed it by your face.
These leaflets,
which are to be distributed.
Shall I read it?
Read it; I'm calm.
As you read, don't say anything. But when you've finished, tell it all.
The ficus is totally ruined, Ivan Lvovich...
That's not our ficus.
This is the material evidence.
Pichugin's widow kept stolen things in it.
The widow went to prison, and the ficus - to our windowsill.
No...
They don't look like...
If I were given it, I would not have identified them.
Ready!
Aim!
Fire!
He's a good shot, the devil... He seems to fire blindly, but he hits...
- Fire! - Oh... Again!
Ivan Lvovich, do you believe in immortality?
Was it the ficus that put you in that mood?
Don't you worry, I'll tell the watchman
to replace the soil and add manure. And the plant will come to life.
- Again! - Tell me about the schoolboy
that recently shot himself.
Oh, it's nothing. All because of foolishness.
He had squandered his parents' money, and got very upset about it...
All because of foolishness.
Although, I must admit
there have been too many suicide shootings lately.
Yes... Just like ones possessed.
Our cause is impassioned, total, universal destruction.
Whoever feels sorry
for anything
in this world
is not a revolutionary.
- Who are you? - A schoolboy.
- The one who spent the money? - The same, but it doesn't matter...
Too bad you didn't interrogate me then. Now I know a lot.
So let's try to do it now.
But now it's too late.
You know, today I tasted champagne for the first time in my life.
It's called Château d'Yquem.
A pretty rotten stuff, I must tell you.
- Today? - No, no. Tomorrow.
About this time.
Remember, you promised to write and to sign all I dictated?
I haven't promised you anything.
It's my own free will.
So it means that I...
I am to take on myself all the filthy things you've done.
I never understood your theory.
But I know you didn't invent it for us.
So, you can carry it out without us.
Is that man at Myasnichikha's?
- He is here. - Here, damn it?
How dared he? He was bound to wait!
There he is!
What's this idea? Why didn't you wait where you were ordered to?
Pyotr Stepanovich! You're a filthy human louse!
That's what I think of you.
You've promised me fifteen hundred for shedding innocent blood,
and I didn't take part in it for a kopeck.
So, that proves you are the murderer.
Because of your depravity...
you've given up believing
in God Himself, the true Creator.
You are an idol!
You are an evil seducer, called "atheist"!
Ah, you drunken dog!
You strip the icons of their settings, and then you preach about God?
That's true, I stripped them...
But I only took the pearls,
and you let a mouse in.
So you defiled the very throne of God.
How are you?
If you think of running away,
I'll find you at the other end of the world
to hang you, to crush like a fly!
Did you see
what Fedka was drinking in the kitchen?
What he was drinking? Vodka.
Then I'll tell you
it's the last time
in his life that he has drank vodka...