Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes.
Russia On the way to Moscow, the Gypsies,
cheerful, irresponsible, wanderers,
whose only law is freedom.
Your hands reveal many mysteries.
You will have a very long life.
I see a dark man.
They always see a dark man, my dear.
A dark man, yes...
He will be your husband.
I'm going to marry this man, and if he's dark...
the sun is too.
Your husband will be a dark man.
If I continue with these oddities, I will not hear any more.
All foolishness. I'm going down to see the dance.
It's okay, man.
Your husband will be a dark man.
- It's just dyeing my hair, honey. - No, I like the way it is.
That's what matters.
Glad you came, Fedya!
I'm happy, too.
- How do you all love him? - I love you too.
I think I'm a gypsy at heart.
- You want a song? - Yes!
Sing Barynya!
Let's sing Barynya!
Fedya!
- Fedya! - Yes?
Take it!
For you it's worth going through fire.
You really think so?
I deserve a kiss.
Do not beg.
Excuse me.
The local custom allows a stranger to offer flowers to a woman today.
And she can not refuse them, on pain of death.
I have never so much accepted this custom as now.
With license...
"Come on, Fedya!" - Victor!
- What a pleasure to see you! - Me too.
You're gone, what are you doing here?
- Introduce me. Victor. - Of course.
Fedya Protasoff. Elizabeth Andreyovna.
- How are you? - My fiance.
How are you?
Й The first time we came to the gypsy camp.
- Do you usually come? - Yes, often.
Something fascinates me in their lives.
- I realized. - Hm?
Oh, I assure you, I've never seen this girl in my life.
He was just following suit. And the death penalty.
What nonsense is this talking?
A very beautiful nonsense.
Look, there she is.
Ah, so that's what brings you here.
"Good taste, eh, Fedya?" - Й?
But not as much as yours.
Thank you.
Always saying the right thing, eh?
- And doing the wrong thing. - Oh, no!
Just listen.
This... That's what brings me here.
Beautiful...
but barbaric.
So I think I'm a barbarian.
Always promise me that I will not waste my time with gypsies anymore.
But something in their music always draws me back.
I lost all the time, we had better walk.
Fedya Protasoff, Madame Anna Pavlovna.
- Monsieur. - Madame.
Lets me?
- I hope to see you soon. - Me too.
Who knows in our company we can tame the savage barbarian?
Trying to change someone may mean your unhappiness.
But if anyone could move me, it would be you.
- AND... - Now...
- Bye. - Bye.
- Bye, Fedya. - Bye, Victor.
- Nice to see you. - My pleasure.
Interesting guy. Yeah, who is he?
Fedya Protasoff, we were classmates.
Excellent family. They've had enough money.
A stupendous, but totally irresponsible, nature.
Really handsome. What he does?
Nothing, that's the problem.
It's neither good nor bad.
Poor Fedya,
he is nothing but a good-humored and charming doidivano.
Й very attractive.
We can go.
One more later.
Lisa!
I should not have come again, you know that?
You should not have to climb the wall again, you know.
I know.
It's not a sin we're just looking at each other.
Lisa, open the door for me.
I can not. "But you just unlock the latch."
What good would it do?
Between us there is more than a simple gate, Fedya.
Yes...
a gate that separates us and apparently none of us can open.
- Victor. - Victor.
It's not fair to him.
The thought does not get out of my head, it's not fair to him.
He loves me very much, he covers me with affection...
- And I... - You have nothing to be ashamed of.
But I'm ashamed, a lot.
I've never met a better man.
It's good with everyone. Yeah, but it's kind of boring.
No, no, no.
You have no right to talk like that about him.
Forgive me, Lisa, she escaped.
If you keep talking about him I'm leaving.
Now, Lisa, I know that Victor is a good guy...
and that none of this is fair to him.
But it's strange, is not it?
Although my reason for saying that I am acting badly,
My heart says I'm doing good.
But he is not, and neither am I.
I'm sorry, Fedya, but it's true.
Sometimes I wish I'd never met him.
My desire is always to see you more and more.
When I grow old, I hope to remember what you said.
But you can not come back here, Fedya.
Never?
It's been a long time.
Ah... that must mean tomorrow.
I think I want to remember that too.
Tomorrow.
- You can not. - Tomorrow.
Just for a minute, do not forget.
I'll remember.
Tomorrow.
And then...
You have not committed yourself to any other woman?
No.
You have not committed yourself to any other man?
No.
Lisa.
Fedya.
A year goes by, quiet, tedious, and the vagabond heart becomes restless.
Rien ne vas plus.
Ten black. "I have not won for an hour."
Dear Protasoff, betting that way you will never win.
If you want to win, follow my system.
My friend, my system is so much better than yours.
- What? - You'll never lose if you follow.
Observe and then do the opposite.
Ten black again.
See?
Garçon, more wine, please.
This time, double or nothing.
I'll try an odd one.
Is not it wonderful, Lisa?
You wanted a boy and you did it.
You also wanted to.
But I would not have been as disappointed as you,
if it had been a girl.
Well, the next one.
I think we'll be busy for a long time with this one.
Lisa, you know he's all I needed to realize...
That you're also just a spoiled little boy?
A fool.
My dear,
I know that all my happiness is there by your side.
I've been acting like a complete idiot, but...
Lisa, you'll see, from now on...
You're going to behave, are not you?
How behaved in our first year together.
Behave myself?
Now a year from now, I will be a saint.
Good Morning.
Forgive me, Lisa.
You've said it so many times.
Please do not get angry.
Fedya, what am I going to do with you?
I can not think of anything... not to be fried in fat.
Seriously, I'm not joking.
Oh, Lisa, I do not deserve it.
In these terms, who deserves whom?
But do not demand too much from me, Fedya.
Or whoever it is.
After all, we all have our limits.
It is a miracle that has resisted even here.
To think that for a little bit like me.
You've given up a man like Victor.
Do not talk like that.
- It hurts me too much. - Right.
See Victor, your mother and yourself.
I mean... it only hurts those who come near me.
I do not do it.
It's not true. You're a good man.
But do not demand more of me, Fedya.
No matter what you feel for you...
You must understand that we can not go on like this.
It's impossible for me and the baby too.
I know I know...
Three hours.
- I suppose you played. - Made a wild bbbedo.
I was hoping to win today. "How much did you lose?"
Too much.
I'll get you some money tomorrow.
No, I will not let you do it again.
Spend all my money and accept yours.
It would be degrading, no.
We can not let people talk...
The truth about me?
Oh, Lisa, I want to be good.
I want to be good.
It's not the first time I say, but...
This time I'll stop.
I swear on everything that is most sacred.
If you do not keep my word
I will follow my sordid destiny alone.
"You will get rid of me." "I do not want to get rid of you, Fedya.
- I do not want to get away, no... - But, Lisa...
We.
We talk too loud.
Go back to sleep, sweetheart, mama's here.
This this...
No, no, no...
Let me hold you.
Soon, he will soon fall asleep.
How beautiful he is.
It's true, is not it?
IMPERIAL GOVERNMENT
Fedor Protasoff's Insolvency Decree
will be sold to public.
You know I did not overdo it.
In my assessment of this property.
Its magnificent grounds, the odd furniture.
What's the first move, gentlemen? Make your bids.
- 20,000 rubles. - 20,000 rubles? Please...
no bid less than 50,000 will be accepted for Fedor Protasoff's property.
Who gives 50,000 rubles?
- 50,000. - 50,000. Who gives 60,000?
60,000! Who gives 70?
We have 60,000, who gives 70?
70,000! Who gives 80,000?
- 125. - 125,000 rubles
125,000, who gives more?
125,000, I give them one...
two.
Trends... Sold to the gentleman for 125,000 rubles.
Fedya, how could you do this without talking to anyone or me?
"If I had not known by chance..." Victor, Victor.
I did not want anyone to know.
Of course I am grateful,
but I'd rather you let me move on alone.
Even if it means my ruin, I'd rather do it without help.
Mr. Victor Karenin. "Send in and let your mistress know."
- Hi, Mrs Pavlovna. - Victor.
It was so good Lisa called you.
I also have something important to talk to you about.
But first let him serve you a little tea.
Thank you.
Victor...
Lisa broke away from Fedya.
Did you leave Fedya?
Why the surprise?
What surprises me is that I have not left it any longer.
What a shame.
Despite his weaknesses he has a very good side.
Good side?
Is she really determined about the separation?
Definitely.
After everything that happened, it would not start again.
He did not keep a promise to stay on the line.
How could she come back?
Poor Fedya.
And poor Lisa.
- Lisa! - Thanks for coming.
Well, I'll leave you young at will.
You know? "Yes, your mother just told me."
Fedya wrote me saying it was all over between us.
Such a shame.
I was so hurt...
I was so inclined that I accepted the separation.
And now...
she is sorry.
Anything is better than not seeing it anymore.
Victor...
I wrote a letter.
Would you please hand him over to him and tell him what I said?
I'll do what I can.
Thanks.
Were you surprised by my request?
No...
Well, frankly, yes, Lisa.
I'm kind of surprised.
But you're not angry. "I would never be mad at you."
I asked because I know you like him very much.
From him and from you, you know that, Lisa.
Thanks for trusting me.
- I'll do what I can. - Thanks.
Victor!
Tell him that I have already forgotten everything.
And that I'm here waiting for you to come home.
Do this for your love for him and your friendship for me.
I'll explain everything to him, Lisa.
Thanks.
Oh, Fedya, Fedya!
Samarkanda A Gypsy Refuge.
You're quite right...
Shhh, stop talking.
But what a marvel, what a marvel!
Where does this all come from, what does it mean?
Who would have imagined that you could touch eternity with something like that?
And then nothing... absolutely nothing.
Й, very original.
It has nothing to do with originality, it is real.
Masha, sing Black Eyes to the gentlemen.
Black eyes.
♪ Burning eyes ♪
Passionate eyes.
Splendid eyes.
How I love you.
As I'm afraid of you.
♪ Actually, I've met you for some time. (I.e.
Thank you dear.
Now put the man inside.
He has a lot!
Oh, Masha, Masha, you wash my soul.
Really? How about doing the same with your pocket?
Voilà, mademoiselle.
Look at what a strange creature.
When you sing, you lead me to heaven.
And only makes me ask for money.
Small liking in money to open the doors of paradise.
You do not know each other, do you?
What's the use of thinking about myself?
I know when I'm in love.
And I know that I sing better when my passion that sings.
- Do you love me? - Love much.
I should not.
Besides, you belong to this gang of gypsies.
They would not let her go and I...
The pack is one thing, my heart is another.
I love those I love and hate those I hate.
You should feel happy to be like this.
- There's a person looking for you. - Who?
I do not know. But he's rich. Fur.
Fur? Wow!
"Send him in." - Yes sir.
"Who can it be, coming here?" "I can not imagine."
- Victor! - Fedya.
Now...
He was the last person in the world he expected to see in this magical environment.
Take off your coat. They will sing for you.
No, thank you.
Je voudrais vous parler sans tйmoins.
I do not need to speak French to understand this.
"I'll sing for you anyway." Great.
So, Victor, what is it?
I brought you a letter, Fedya.
Of his wife.
Do you know what you have in this letter, Victor?
Yes I know.
You know, the stranger than you
if you do all this work to prevent the end of our marriage.
"Why, Fedya, you can not think..." "I'm not thinking anything, Victor.
Come on, what did you tell me?
His wife asked me to find him.
And said he was waiting for you.
She wants you to forget everything and come home.
Victor, you must think I'm bored...
I do not know what I'm talking about.
Well, I'm bored.
But I see everything very clearly.
You love my wife.
Yes, Fedya...
I love Lisa, yes.
But for me, your happiness is more important than my love.
You're a much better person than I am, Victor.
It does not mean much, of course.
I'm not that kind of stuff, are you?
Of course, Fedya.
Come on, let me get you home.
No, Victor, I hurt you too much.
That's why I left her.
At least that was one of the reasons.
Another reason maybe is... you.
- I do not count. - Yes, Victor.
Maybe more than anyone else.
You are magnificent, worthy.
In fact, the opposite of me.
And you've loved her since childhood.
Can not you see I have nothing to do with it?
Lisa thinks she loves me...
and only to me.
But sometimes I think deep down,
something she does not even admit to herself,
It's you who she really loves.
You do not know what you're saying. "Anyway, that happens."
And perhaps the most intense love is unconscious love.
Well, she's totally free.
Are you satisfied?
You should go back to Lisa, Fedya.
You need to get back to her, Victor.
You will give him all the happiness that I could never...
and I will never be able to give it to you.
That's it...
"If she divorces me..." Divorce? Fedya, Fedya...
You do not realize Lisa is not that kind of woman.
Do not you realize that when you give in to your heart.
She does not go back no matter what you do.
Victor, I realize everything.
Not only because I am extraordinarily intelligent,
as being extraordinarily swollen.
You and Lisa have been made for each other since the beginning.
If I say that, it's not because I do not love her...
but because I love.
I know.
If it were not for divorce, everything would be so easy to solve.
The whole process is so abominable.
All the sordidness involved makes me sick.
Finding a co-author, intimating her,
drag the name of Lisa by the mud.
Anything is better than that.
Come to my house, Fedya.
I'll tell Lisa you'll come back tomorrow.
Tomorrow does not change who we are.
She will continue to be her
and I'll still be me...
tomorrow.
Room for a cheap hostel (two months later)
Fedya.
- Fedya! - Hm?
Come on, Fedya, wake up. It's after noon.
But have.
Come on, wake up. You can not sleep all day.
Because I love you so much?
No, Fedya!
Oh, Mashenka.
After so much promising me, he's gone back to drinking.
Do not you realize it's going to kill you?
Would you mind?
Yeah, I'm crazy enough to care.
I'm so tired, Masha, let me rest.
Just a little more.
It's fine, just a little more.
Oh, there you are, you little bitch.
With all due respect, sir.
Your thankless viborazinha, your...
"How can you treat us like this?" Oh, I love you!
- Shut up! - Going with this rag.
"Did you know that you do not have a single kopek?" - I know, but I love him!
It is not right to disgrace our only daughter.
Й against the law of God!
You disgraced our daughter, our only daughter...
our adored, our diamond, our precious daughter...
He threw it in the mud, that's what he did.
"Do not you fear the wrath of God?" "Nastasha, Nastasha, you're mistaken.
Your daughter is like a sister to me. I did not hurt her.
I love you, that's true, but what can I do?
Why did not you love her when you had money?
If it had paid 10,000 rubles it would be different.
What a man of respect would do.
Spend until the last kopek and then steal it like a cut of meat.
He did not steal me. I came alone.
"If you take me from here, I'll be back." "If I say anything else, I-."
Come on, Mashenka, do not be scared.
You know you misbehaved with your parents...
How many times they take me away I'll always come back.
I love you and my love will resist everything.
Everything in this...
Oh!
Beautiful lady.
Would that be enough?
Thank you thank you.
- Thank you thank you... - C'mon C'mon.
But have.
Was it even necessary to come here?
Victor could have told her everything about me.
He told me.
But I felt I had to try one last time.
Oh, Fedya...
How could he bring to this point what he owes to himself?
Staying in this state, almost deliberately.
Deliberately?
Why do not you do what's most sensible?
Divorce me and marry Victor.
Victor? "After all, I'm not good at it."
And you owe her something for all those years that you loved her.
It can be true. I never really understood you, Fedya.
But it's also true how you do not understand me.
You really think I'd forget it so easily...
everything I'm leaving behind?
From those days when we met?
Of our newly married life?
You'll forget me, Lisa.
You think people do not forget?
I've forgotten a lot, you'll forget too.
There was a time when I could not imagine spending a day without...
see little Fedya.
By the way, how is he?
He misses you too.
Like me.
Terribly.
Oh, Fedya...
Now, what am I saying? No, this is not true.
Time will do for you what the drink has done for me.
Makes me forget the best. Just forget it.
But for better or for worse, Fedya, I do not want to forget.
Listen...
Remember to say there was a gate between us...
that none of us could open?
He was right. There is a gate and all the rest is...
unhelpful.
Now you listen to me, Fedya.
I gave you my love.
The love of a teenager and the love of an adult.
And it does not matter what you say or do to me.
I will always remember that in the eyes of God.
You loved me and we formed a whole.
And it will continue as long as you and I live.
I have to remain what I am in my heart, your wife.
You're torturing yourself, darling.
Take my advice and free yourself from me.
As if that were possible! You think I'm not flesh and blood,
that I do not always think of getting rid of you?
Oh, God, set me free!
While I live...
my wife.
Three days later.
Well, what is this?
Will try to kill himself!
And why not?
- Why not? - Ah, I understand.
They want to humiliate you.
And you show them where the courage is.
Put a bullet in your head and leave them burning.
It's not a good time to talk about embers.
I understand perfectly.
I understand everything and everybody.
For I am not only a servant, I am a poet.
- And a genius! - I know it is, but please...
Since this will be your last bottle, you will not mind.
And his journey to immortality.
Make it quick and pleasant.
I understand your position. So why stop it?
Life and death are the same for a genius.
Are you going to kill yourself?
Just so some people try to stop it.
But I... I'm going to kill myself...
only for the whole world to know
what is missing.
I will not hesitate. I will not even think about it.
I'll just get the rev...
One two...
When you pull the trigger, it will all be over.
But I'm anticipating.
My time has not yet come.
Well, go away... "I'd like to say one thing..."
Listen, do me a favor.
- You know that address? - Yes.
Deliver this letter immediately.
Here, come on, please, please.
Do you have it?
Where you are going will not need money.
As I said, I wish you a good journey.
Ah, take a kopek for the maid...
for the filth she will have to clean.
You know...
I'm ashamed to confess, but...
Ever since I heard that gypsy
I feel totally free from Fedya.
Now that I know, I see that I owe you nothing.
- Do you understand me? - Yes darling.
I think I'll always understand her.
Dear Victor...
What da
knowing that he does not need me any more,
This allows me to say in all honesty that it is you that I love.
Lisa.
In my soul everything is very clear now.
And soon everything will be settled.
My dear,
after so much waiting and hopelessness...
just think that at last we can be happy.
It is not you who are happy.
The strangest person brought this.
He said he was a genius, but he would say he was a wanderer.
Й from Fedya. It's addressed to you both.
From Fedya?
It must be about divorce.
It is more likely that you are asking for money.
You sure are mistaken. I sent you a check the other day.
"I should not have done that." Do not worry, it's okay.
Victor!
Yes darling?
Dear Lisa and Victor,
Upon receiving this letter I will be no more.
God bless you, goodbye, Fedya.
Fedya is dead.
Fedya is dead...
and I killed him.
I killed him like he was with my own hands.
Lisa!
I killed the man I loved. "For God's sake, what are you saying?"
Stop! Do not touch me!
Oh, do not be mad at me, Victor.
It's not true! It is not true that I stopped loving him.
I can not help it. I can not lie now.
The only man I love around the world.
You can come in.
- I did not bring any luggage? - Baggage?
- That's my baggage. - Funny, huh?
Because funny people have to pay in advance.
Voilà!
- Help yourself. - Wait!
As you can, knowing that we need every kopek we have.
Come on, Masha. We have so little that makes no difference.
- How much? - Four rubles.
"Four rubles?" - But have...
For four rubles we will have water of grace.
It only drips when it rains.
- You want 3 rubles for this? - I did not say 3 rubles.
- Said four! - I'll give you one.
"Very good, I do it for three." Take two, now get out.
Baggage!
Escria!
Й Funny, Masha, as romanticism is so romantic,
When I look around me... "You should just look at me."
You little cunt.
You know, Masha, it's cold, we do not have money...
We do not know what lies ahead, but I feel very happy.
- Is not that nonsense? - No. I'm glad you're happy.
"Fedya, you're drinking too much." "And you love too much."
Want to sit down and eat?
I'll stand and drink.
Of course, I even fell.
See you, sausage, bread, vodka...
- We're millionaires. - Yes, we have everything, less money.
Madame Lisa Protasoff, widow of Fedya Protasoff,
will marry Mr. Victor Karenin.
At nine o'clock on Monday night.
What are you thinking?
I was thinking it's Monday night.
So what?
Nine o'clock.
Perfect time for a wedding.
Gee, who gave me a wedding.
You deserve a wedding.
Sunday you will have a wedding, Masha.
- A beautiful wedding. - Hope so.
The beautiful wedding parties of the living.
And when the bells are doubled for the undead.
But after all, for you this is just a story.
But what is the story?
Good...
when I discovered that I was tying my wife's life,
there was another man, a good man...
I sent him a letter saying he was going to kill me.
Then I tried to commit suicide.
I tried, but I could not.
There was a friend who told me, 'Do not be a fool.'
She has handled everything for me.
The next day they found my clothes and my wallet at the banks of the river.
Everyone knew I could not swim.
You understand.
No?
But what about the body? It has never been found.
Yes, they did.
Just listen.
The following week they removed from the river a decomposing corpse.
They called my wife to identify him.
It was already in poor condition, you see.
She took a quick look...
and when they inquired whether she was her husband, she answered, 'Yes.'
Okay, that was settled.
I was buried.
And they are living...
very happy...
right here in this city.
Madame Victor Karenin.
Once I was there.
To the garden.
There are times when I feel embittered by this story.
But worse is when there is money to buy a drink.
Excuse me. I was listening to his story.
Said it's too bad not to have any money.
Because I see no reason to be in this situation.
I was not talking to you and I do not need your advice.
But I'll give them anyway.
You see, at this moment you are a corpse.
So why do not you rise?
As?
In that case his wife and this man would be arrested for bigamy.
Which means at least ten years in Siberia.
I'll pay well for your silence.
- Do not you... - Stop talking and get out of here!
The only way to do it would be to send a letter.
If you do not want to do this, I'll...
Go away, he said. I did not say anything.
Yes, he spoke and there is my witness.
Yes sir!
Why, your disgraceful blackmailer...
Wretched, is he? Well, that's what we'll see. Police! Police!
Police, arrest this man!
- What's the accusation? - Conspiracy to defraud the government.
- I have a witness! - Yes I heard.
I swear I'm innocent. Patrushka, tell them, please!
He is innocent, I give my word...
Й accused of marrying another man...
knowing that her first husband was alive.
But I did not know. When I found out...
Did you know that Protasoff was alive when he married his wife?
Certainly not.
We were sure he was drowning.
Very well.
When the police asked him to identify the body.
How did you know it was your husband?
Oh...
I was so desperate that I could not stand looking at the corpse.
Besides, he was so sure that he was...
When they asked me, I simply said yes.
Is it so necessary to torture an innocent woman?
It is necessary to get the facts, the truth!
Why did he send 1,200 rubles to Protasoff before his presumed death?
Because he was my friend, because I felt sorry for him.
Because he believed that money could accelerate their divinity.
It is not true that you and Madame Karenin bribed you to commit fraud...
simulating the suicide in order to get rid of it?
- No... - Certainly not!
My wife... "Excuse me, do you mean Madame Protasoff?"
No, Madame Karenin, my wife.
Only later did she know of the money I sent to Fedya.
What more do you want?
Nothing but doing my duty.
And urge him to fulfill his telling the whole truth.
And I advise you to... "I'll dispense with your advice."
Restrict yourself to the exercise of your legal duties.
Send in the husband of this woman.
Sit down.
Oh... I'm scared.
You must have courage, my dear.
Fedor Protasoff!
Fedor Protasoff.
These people knew you were alive...
after you leave your clothes on the banks of the river and disappear?
Of course not.
I really meant to commit suicide, but...
Why should I tell you?
That is enough. They knew nothing.
So how do you explain this statement in writing?
Your confession made in a dump.
I was drunk and I lied.
I'm not bothered now. I'm telling the truth.
They knew nothing.
I see your intent on being generous. So why did you take money from them?
Do not be ashamed to refuse to help these people.
And telling himself the whole truth?
Truth?
By God, who are you to recognize the truth?
It only makes people torture with their authoritarian arrogance...
"I demand that-" No demands! I'll tell you anything!
You can write down there.
Thus, finally, human words must be recorded in a Russian statement.
There were three human beings.
Me, him...
it's her.
We were all engaged in a spiritual struggle...
far beyond their capacity for understanding.
A struggle between angst and peace.
Between deceit and truth.
Suddenly this fight would end...
in a way that would free us all.
They cultivated me in their memory.
There, in a dump, this unscrupulous blackmailer appears
demanding that I cumulate on his sordid plane.
I repel him like a mangy man, but he resorts to you...
defender of public justice, guardian of morality...
to hear him.
You, who intimidate people into whose homes you would not be worthy to enter.
And that, after wielding his ignominious authority to his satisfaction,
Stay there, smothered with that contemptible smile.
Silence, or will be punished.
How can you punish me? I am dead, immune to your power.
How can you punish a corpse?
Silence! Arrest him!
Is not it about cutting the heart?
It's all right, my dear.
Did you bring it?
Here.
Moving on!
Clearing the hallway. Passing on.
Yes, I will pass on...
I got it this time, Lisa.
What did you do, Fedya?
Why, why, Fedya?
Forgive me...
there was no other way...
Not for you, but for me.
You must live, Fedya!
- You will live... - No, no.
Bye...
But have...
Too late...
Happiness...
Fedya!
Oh, Fedya!
Passing on, please.
Passing on.
Subtitles: Luís Filipe Bernardes