LENFILM
FIRST creative association 1973
The Bad Good Man
Based on the novella by A. Chekhov, The Duel
Script and production IOSIF KHEIFITS
Director of photography GENRIKH MARANDZHYAN
Art director ISAAK KAPLAN
Composer - NADEZHDA SIMONYAN Director - EVGENIY TATARSKIY Sound - IGOR VIGDORCHIK
Camera - S. IVANOV, A. KUDRYAVTSEV Costumes - L. MOSHKINOY
Make-up - N. ELENBOGENA, G. VDOVICHENKO Decorator - A. SHKELE
Montage - S. GORAKOVOY Editor - L. RAKHMANOV
Assistants: L. KRIVITSKAYA, G. CHERNYAEV G.
KRAKHMALNIKOVA M. STRUCHKOVA, M. KRAKOVSKIY T. GUSEVA
Production managers L. SVETLOV M. GENDENSHTEYN
In the role of:
Layevsky -OLEG DAL Von Koren - VLADIMIR VYSOTSKY
Nadezhda Fedorovna - LYUDMILA MAKSAKOVA Samoylenko - ANATOLIY PAPANOV
Deacon - GEORGIY KOROLCHUK Kirilin - ANATOLIY AZO
Achmianov - ASHOT MELIKDZHANYAN Bityugova -
LYUBOV MALINOVSKAYA Sheshkovskiy - YURIY MEDVEDEV
Additional cast: A. APSOLON, A. GUTERRES, I EFIMOV,
TANYA IVANOVA, DIMA IGNATIEV, P. KASHLAKOV,
G. LUPEKIN, A. NERSESYAN, G. SYSOEV, L. TISHCHENKO, O. KHROMENKOV
English subtitles D. RICHARDSON
Mother! In the morning I shall be killed in a duel,
and if I am not killed, I am lost all the same.
All is lost.
If only it was possible to return the past.
Lies replaced by truth.
Idleness by labor.
No. Impossible!
[in a foreign language]
They dug up the road, fools!
Kolya, it is me, Samoylenko. You are not sleeping?
Not sleeping, Von Koren.
Why are you wandering at night?
Make their acquantance. These gentlemen agreed to be your seconds.
Bojko. Do you mind?
Govorutskiy. All the same to me.
Seems like all is ready. Pour me coffee,
seems I will not be sleeping now.
I hope you will come with us? No, God save me!
I am exhausted as it is.
Doctor Ustimovich will go in my place, I shall speak with him.
Here is everything necessary. Just in case.
Don't you worry, the duel will end uneventfully.
Layevsky will magnanimously shoot into the air, he could not do otherwise.
And me, go to court because of Layevsky? Waste time?
Not worth the trouble.
-What is the liability for dueling? -Arrest.
There you are.
And in the case of an adversary's death
-imprisonment in the citadel for up to three years.
Assuming, you fell in love with a woman and became intimate with her.
Lived with her over two years,
and then it happens that you fell out of love and
you began to feel that she is a stranger to you.
How would you, doctor, have acted in this case?
Very simply. Tell her to go away, in any direction,
and that is the end of the conversation.
500 at once and no more. Or 25 monthly.
Easily said! And what if she has nowhere to go?
She is alone, cannot work, and neither I nor she has money.
Where shall she go?
The woman I am talking about is intelligent and proud.
Really, you decided to offer her money?
Had it happened to me, I would not have shown her that I fell out of love,
rather that I would live with her until death.
As for me, I do not care if there were women at all. They can go to hell!
I know perfectly well that you cannot help me.
But for people like me: unfortunate, superfluous,
the redemption is in talking it through.
Oh how Tolstoy was right, indeed, brother, a great writer.
- Have you read his Kreutzer Sonata? - Me? -Yes you.
All writers write from the imagination, but he does directly from nature.
Were it you or this zoologist Von Koren, in my place;
then you, may have lived with Nadezhda Fedorovna for 30 years,
left your heirs rich vineyards, a thousand acres of corn.
But me...
From the first day, I understood that my thoughts
of a productive life were not worth a damn!
My God! The extent to which we are disabled by civilization.
I should tell you, Alexander Davidych,
that to live with a woman, who reads intelligent books
and followed you to the end of the Earth, is equally not as interesting,
as any Anfisa or Akulina.
She also smells of ironing and medicine.
Without ironing you cannot run a household.
Nadezhda Fedorovna is a beautiful, educated woman.
A person of the highest intelligence.
Of course you are not married, but it is worthwhile to consider contemporary ideas.
I, myself, stand for civil marriage.
But in my opinion, if you once get together,
then you must live that way until death.
Without love?
About 8 years ago there was an agent, an old man.
A person of the highest intelligence.
And here is what he would say: in family life endurance is most important,
not love, but endurance.
If I wanted to practice endurance,
then I would buy dumb-bells.
But I will leave people in peace.
You are in a bad mood, Vanya. Did not sleep, I suppose?
Yes, I slept poorly.
And Sheshkovsky. At eight? Yes, this evening.
- Must run. - Where to?
I have not been in Russia for 18 years. Already forgot what it is like.
Water! Cold water for sale!
Doctor, what is softening of the brain?
Softening of the brain?
How should I explain this to you.
It is such an illness where the brain becomes softer, as if dissolving.
Well, what?
On the third day, I recieved a letter.
Only I am still hiding from Nadezhda Fedorovna.
Her husband died from softening of the brain.
Heavens! Why are you hiding from her?
To show her the letter would mean: come to church to marry me!
Marry her, my dear. Her husband died and therefore...
I am speaking to you plainly: I am not in love with her anymore!
I know that there was never any love!
These two years were deception!
We shall find, we shall find...
We shall find a secluded corner on the shore, a comfortable garden with shade,
where we can plant flowers, vegetables, cultivate chicken, receive neighbours.
We'll subscribe to magazines, medical ones, most importantly.
I am going to treat poor peasants, hand out books to them.
Until the locals know me well, I'll wear an uniform and look after them,
and then in the open, we shall get ourselves a scrap of
land and we are going to work by the sweat of our brow.
Are you hot? It is the beginning of a fever.
They say it is a common occurence here.
Two years.
Every day is the same.
Why don't you make shchi? No cabbage.
Strange. At Samoylenko's they are cooking shchi with cabbage
and at Mariya Konstantinovna's there is shchi.
Only I have to eat this slop.
It's impossible...
Darling
If you are so sick
or so busy with your hair and reading, in order to seem beautiful and smart,
then please, I shall take care of our kitchen.
I know why you are angry.
You think I am at fault, because our dreams...
Lies!
I never dreamed about anything, all lies!
Ran from your husband, lied to yourself, that
you would treat peasants, raise chickens!
Vanechka. Vanya.
Merci, my dear.
Must be careful, my dear.
I am afraid for you.
Ivanych, are you home? Signature.
Sipachev, darling!
Do you know on which days steamships leave for Russia?
On Wednesdays and Saturdays.
Escape. But now it is late.
My God, why am I still alive?
In the sun, the colour is different. Bring a mirror.
In such a hat you would not be ashamed to show yourself in Petersburg.
Bill me for it. Very well.
Come see us more often.
Nadezhda Fedorovna, to your health!
The most beautiful woman in our city.
Hello, Egor Alekseevich!
My dear, how nice that you came.
We are going to take a dip together. How charming.
Today the weather is not as hot, as yesterday, is that not so?
Yes, yesterday I could barely breathe. Nikodim Aleksandrovich was worried.
He is very sweet, I am simply enamored with him.
How charming!
In Petersburg, our summery days are now in full swing.
- My husband and I have so many friends! - Your husband is an engineer?
I am talking about Layevsky. He has very many friends.
Oh really. How charming.
I get a fever every other day, but all the while, I am not loosing weight.
You will soak your hat. But it will dry.
Blockhead.
Oh, ooh! You will drown, and I will have to answer.
No, I swim well, You cannot catch me.
Egor Alekseevich, leave.
Don't worry!
Leave, I beg you! Ivan Andreevich may return.
Ivan Andreevich went for a swim.
Hello!
Good morning. I would like to speak with your husband.
Ivan Andreevich has already left for work.
You know, there is a business deal offering a shipment
of French wares, but all my cash is invested.
I would like to get 300 rubles from you.
For the last year and for the following: silks, a parasol, shoes, and other.
And 14 Rubles for a Panama hat, of straw.
Indeed, I remember.
If you have no cash now, then maybe I should tell your husband.
No, I myself...
I, myself, will say.
My last name is Ustinovich. Where is it?
Here is everything that is necessary. Would you like coffee?
No. Samoylenko informed you of my terms?
All of you pay me 15 Rubles.
In the event of one of the adversaries'
deaths, the one left alive pays the full sum.
Darya, time to serve dinner, good for nothing.
Do you hear? Darya!
- Why's Tarantula late with serving dinner? - Hey, doctor! The freeloaders want to eat.
It is time.
- Where were you? - On the pier catching bullheads.
Evidently, deacon, you never will engage in business.
Business is not a bear, it does not run into the woods.
No one to beat you. After lunch, you will go again?
No, it is too hot.
Come over, write something. You must engage in business, you must.
The uncertainty of the situation, here is why.
They sent me here for a while or forever? Only God knows.
My deaconess, at her father's, misses me.
And to confess, brains soften from the heat.
All nonsense, deacon.
It is possible to get used to the heat, you can also get used to no deaconess.
No messing around. Must keep yourself in check.
Add dill into a jar with cucumbers. Dill. You hear, Darya?
Bring the vinegar! Where are you going, brute?
Provincal!
Well?
To the health of the young generation!
Today, I saw Vanya Layevsky. The young man's life is difficult.
The material side of life is not encouraging.
Mainly, psychology got the best of him. I pity the guy.
I really do not pity him. If this sweet man was drowning,
then I would even push him down with a stick.
Not true, you would not do that.
Why do you think so? I am also capable of a good deed, just like you.
Drowning a person is really a good deed?
Layevsky? Yes.
Seems like something is lacking.
Something is lacking.
Layevsky is just as dangerous to society, as the cholera microbe.
It does not do you credit, to talk this way about your neighbor.
True.
Tell us, why do you hate him?
I consider Layevsky scum, I do not hide that.
- I treat him like scum. - To call a person scum,
it is bad to the extent that I cannot express it to you.
True, true.
What has he done these two years, while living here?
Firstly, he taught the town residents to play cards.
Everyone, even women and children.
Secondly, he taught them about all the kinds of vodka.
Go! (to the servant)
They can now distinguish, blindfolded, Koshelev vodka from Smirnov ? 21.
Darya, do you not hear? Is something burning?
Thirdly, before, they would live with others' wives secretly.
Layevsky lives with another's wife openly.
Quiet.
I will not allow you, in my presence, to speak ill of such a noble man.
In Layevsky's life, women play a fatal, overwhelming role.
At 13 years old he was already in love.
This 1st grade student lived with a woman, to whom he owed his musical education.
At home, he befriended a widow, who advised him to leave
the law school and join the department of philology.
And having finished, he passionately fell in
love with his current, what is she? Married.
And had to run away with her here, to the Caucasus. As if for ideals.
Tomorrow, if not today, he will fall out of love, and run back to Petersburg,
and also for ideals.
Women play a significant role in the life of every person.
Nothing can be done about this.
Yes, but to what degree?
All his thoughts are always focused on one thing.
You walk along the street with him, and you see, for instance, a donkey.
"Tell me," he asks, "what would happen if you crossed a donkey with a camel?"
All lies, he is the same as everyone else, a person.
Of course, not without his weaknesses.
But he stands for contemporary ideas. He serves, does good for the Fatherland.
10 years ago, we had an agent, an old man. A person of the highest intelligence,
- he used to say... - Yes. Enough.
He only shows up to work on the 12th, when he receives his pay.
And if in fact, you loved him,
then for his sake you would try to neutralize him.
- What? - Neutralize.
Or drown him, or something.
In the interests of humanity, and in one's own interests.
Such people should be destroyed.
Absolutely.
What are you saying? Have you lost your mind?
Deacon, what is he saying?
Isolate him, or deprive him of his individuality, send him to hard labor.
Deprive him of individuality... What are you saying?
With pepper! With Pepper!
You are a highly intelligent person. What are you saying?
To send our friend, a proud, intelligent person, to hard labor!
If he is proud, and starts to resit, then put him in shackles.
Do not laugh, deacon, it is stupid after all.
Our culture has significantly weakened in the struggle for existence and selection.
We ourselves must see to the destruction of the weak and worthless.
Otherwise, when Layevsky multiplies civilization will be lost.
And humanity will completely degenerate.
If it drowns and hangs people, then to hell with your civilization.
To hell with humanity! That is what I am saying to you.
You brought this, you brute? I ordered you to bring Kvareli wine.
And what did you bring, Tatar face? Who?
We have a lot of wine, Egor Alekseich.
So what? I want to have my own wine. Bring 10 bottles of Kvareli!
Look!
20 bottles! 30!
It is nothing, I will pay.
Deacon, come with me on an expedition to the Bering Strait.
- Impossible. - Why?
In two years, I will be going from Vladisvostok
to the mouth of the Yenisei river.
We will draw up a map, study geology.
I am a family man.
The deaconess will let you go. We will take care of her.
Or convince her to go to a nunnery, and you, to go to a monastery.
A splendid picnic.
I would prefer a fine winter to all of this.
Yes, yes. "Winter frost silvers his beaver fur collar."
There is no accounting for taste.
I try to love nature, I regret that I am not a natural scientist. I envy you.
But I do not envy.
I do not understand how it is possible to seriously study insects and gnats,
when people suffer. - The gnats are not the issue, it is the findings.
Is that so!
Gentlemen, go for firewood!
Everyone is settled in, like land owners, and I alone bustle about.
She does not want to study gnats, because the people are suffering!
That is how macaques view our brother.
Look how bold they are at exhibitions, in theatres,
or when they discuss science.
They bristle, stand on their hind legs, curse, criticize.
They swear at the people of intelligent professions, more often than at swindlers.
This is because three quarters of society consists of slaves,
of just these kinds of macaques.
I do not know what you want. You are angry at him for something,
well and at her for keeping him company, but she is a beautiful woman.
Listen, Alexander Davidych, when you meet a
simple peasant woman, who does not do anything,
only goes "hehehe" and "hahaha" you tell her, "Go to work." -Yes?
Why are you afraid to speak the truth here?
What am I to do with her? Beat her, or what?
To point out to society, this terrible harm,
which is brought by the existence of such nobles
as this Nadezhda Ivanovna. - Fedorovna.
- And what should society do? - Violence. The best path is violence.
Send her to her husband, and if he does not take her, send her to hard labor.
Macaques!
Gentlemen, does anyone know the rules?
I do not know. - And you?
I have never been in a duel. Only in the opera.
Gentelmen, look where I am!
- Resting? - I am resting.
- Yes. - Why, "yes"?
So, our love has faded, failing to flourish?
How would you like me to understand this? Is this coquetry on your part or...
It was a mistake. Leave me alone.
Well, we will wait until you are in a better mood.
And meanwhile, I can assure you I am a decent man,
and I shall not allow anyone to doubt this.
You cannot play me. Adieu.
Adieu.
Nadezhda Fedorovna!
What is it?
Nothing. I think the picnic was a success.
How do you like it?
Yes, what a beautiful place here. Take a look.
Tell them in your store, that one of these days, Ivan Andreich shall pay 300.
I do not remember how much.
I am ready to give you 300 more so that you are not reminded of this debt every day.
Why so prosaic?
Come here, closer, closer.
Closer, closer.
Do not worry, I do not bite.
-One piece of advice. -Yes?
I beg you, to beware of Kirilin.
He is saying horrible things about you.
It is not interesting for me to know, what some fool says about me.
We must go, they call us.
You are acting like... a cocotte!
Read this, it concerns you.
God bring peace!
Vanya, why did you not say so earlier?
I would not have gone to the picnic.
Vanya, save me!
Who is there? What the hell?
It is me. Alexander Davidych, excuse me.
What do you want?
Light the lamp.
- Wait, what are you here for, exactly? - Alexander Davidych, save me.
- It is almost two o'clock, my brother. - Excuse me, but I cannot sit at home.
Alexander Davidych, you are my only, my best friend. For God's sake. Help me.
Loan me money.
Today, the steamship left already
On Saturday, on saturday. No matter what, I have to leave here.
- My God, my God. Do you need a lot? - About 300 Rubles.
300, eh?
I already owe you around 400. I shall send it all.
300. I do not have so much. I will have to get it from someone else.
Get it. For God's sake, get it.
I will return it all to you. I will arrive in
Petersburg, and immediately send it. Do not worry.
That is it, Sasha. We should drink wine.
Wine? We can have some wine.
And how is Nadezhda Fedorovna? Is she going to stay?
I will send her the money, and she will move to be
with me. Then we will find out about our relationship.
First drink this, it is from my vineyard.
Taste it and tell me honestly: it is a bit acidic,
and you do not find it to be?
You have brought me comfort, Alexander Davidych, thank you.
I came back to life.
- Is it acidic? - Only God knows, I do not know
You are a splendid and wonderful man.
- Alexander Davidych. - It is acidic.
Let me, my dear, stay here overnight.
If you please, why not.
Vanya, why wont you make up with Von Koren. You are both superb and intelligent people.
And you look at each other like wolves.
No, Sasha, no.
I have an apathetic, weak, inferior nature,
and he...
You have heard, he talks constantly about the expedition?
He needs the wilderness.
His guides, porters, a priest sleep around
him, hungry and exhausted from arduous treks.
He alone does not sleep,
and feels like he is the lord over these people.
He goes and goes and goes somewhere.
His men groan and die, one after another.
He goes and goes and goes.
He would have been an excellent, brilliant general.
He would be capable of drowning his cavalry in a river,
and making a bridge of corpses.
I understand him.
Sasha, tell me. Why is he eating himself away here? What does he need here?
He is studying marine fauna.
No, brother, serious zoologists do not work here.
He has lived two years in this foul little town,
because it is better to be first in the village, than second in the city.
Here he is a king, an eagle!
First of all, he is a despot, and then a zoologist.
Did he not say?
Sash! Sasha!
Did he not say to you that I needed to be destroyed?
It is time, brother, to sleep. It is almost two.
Yes, yes. Excuse me, please. I am now.
He is busy with improving the human species, and we are slaves to him,
cannon fodder, pack animals.
He would destroy some, or send them to do hard labor,
others would be wrung by discipline.
He would order anyone to be shot,
who goes beyond the circle of our narrow conservative morals.
And all of this in the name of advancing the human race.
And what is the human race?
Do you know what time it is? It is two o'clock.
The human race is an illusion, a mirage.
Despots have always been illusionists.
Anyways, I envy him.
The world revolves around people like him.
If it were left to us,
we would make of this world,
what the flies made of this picture.
Sasha! Sasha!
- Sasha, you are my only friend. - What do you want? It is night outside.
Sasha, I am an empty, insignificant, fallen person.
My whole life I have deceived people, myself.
Would you like to take valerian drops?
I am glad that I see my own defects. It helps me to rise,
and become another person.
Listen, Sasha. Maybe I would have turned out to be an excellent local leader,
a publicist, an orator, a man of faith.
Who knows? Right, Sasha?
I swear, I will be someone.
I will.
Sasha, listen. I have a request. Nadezhda
Fedorovna is sick again, you should see her.
Exhale.
I shall return it. It would be foolish to think
that I am with this boy because of money.
I shall return it. I am leaving to Petersburg, then I shall send it.
- First 100, then 100... - Exhale.
and then 100.
Drink quinine, my dear, and so it is not bitter - rose syrup.
then 100 and then 100.
- Did I just say something now? - Nothing.
I was irritated at the picnic,
forgive me, for God sake.
- Quinine, potassium bromide. - Well what?
Calm down. Nothing serious. Just high fever.
I am not talking about this. Did you get the money?
Sorry, my dear, for God's sake, sorry, but no one has extra money.
I collected it in 5s and 10s, only 110 total.
The steamship leaves tomorrow and I will not leave.
And her?
Wait.
Last day is Saturday. If I do not leave by then, it does not matter.
- I do not need anything. Nothing! - Wait.
I do not understand how a doctor could not have money!
Lord, all I have has been taken.
They owe me 7 thousand, and I owe everybody. Am I guilty?
The prescription.
It is clear as day, that he wants to get rid of her and leave her here.
- She will be your responsibility. - That is only proposition.
- What is this nonsense. - Let us reason calmly.
I will give him money, but will take from him an honest, noble word.
- But the price of this word? - Then, give 100 rubles.
For Layevsky? No.
Listen, to what I thought up.
Do not give me the 100 rubles.
Until winter, you will have your meals at my place, for 3 months.
So give it to me in advance, for 3 months.
I will not give it to Layevsky.
- You have it? - No.
Fine. Take it.
Last request. Let him leave with this... lady, otherwise do not give, or I will...
You, brother, have been ruined by the Germans. Yes, the Germans.
Good bye. Good bye. All the best. Good bye.
Well, gentlemen, I shall go to sleep.
And it seems you, Ochkasov, also would like to sleep.
Here, my dear, I shall bid you farewell. Vanya, take me home.
It is time for me to play cards. They are waiting at Shishkovsky's.
- I am afraid to go alone. - Ilya Mikhailych will take you.
With pleasure.
- Listen. - Let go.
You do not know how to deal with respectable people.
You simply wanted to play with me, like with that Armenian boy.
But I am a respectable person,
and I demand that you treat me like a respectable person.
- I am depressed. - I am depressed too.
But what follows that?
- Leave me alone. - Allow me to reiterate, madame,
that if you do not meet with me today, I shall take measures, I assure you,
- I shall make a scandal this very day. - Let me go today.
Excuse my rude tone, but I must teach you a lesson.
I insist on two dates. Today and tomorrow.
And after tomorrow you are free and may go
anywhere you would like with whoever you please.
You are right. I am a horrible woman.
I am guilty.
Well, let me be, I ask you kindly.
I beg you, Ivan Alekseich.
Alas, I only want to teach you a lesson. Make you understand.
Let us go.
Only not in my home. Take me somewhere.
We shall go to Muridov's, that would be best.
Where is it?
Near the old rampart.
You are drunk.
Straight, straight.
Hello, Muridka.
Upper room. Go from here. Go.
So, at Muridov's again tomorrow evening. At 8 o'clock. Good bye.
Yes, in your situation you have no escape.
And how do you know my situation?
Your friends take a heartfelt interest in you.
- What friends, Samoylenko? - Indeed, him.
You are here? Hello, my dear. Have you had dinner yet?
Do not be ceremonious. Tell me. Have you had dinner?
Alexander Davidych, if you have no money - do not give it, but why announce
on every street, that in my situation I have no escape?
No one gave you the right to reveal my secrets!
What secrets? If you came to damn me, then leave. Afterwards, you can return!
Darya! Is something burning again? Good for nothing.
Whose business is it, how I live?
- Yes, I want to leave! - Yes, I am in debt!
I drink, I sleep with another man's wife!
I am vulgar, not as profound as some.
Vanya, brother. Sorry, but our food is getting cold.
Respect my personality! This moaning and groaning of yours,
to hell with your eavesdropping and stalking!
I ask you volunteer detectives to stop your spying!
- What did you... what did you say? - Enough!
I am a Russian doctor, a nobleman, and a state councillor.
I have never been a spy and will allow no one to offend me!
Quiet! Please take back your words!
Leave me in peace! I want nothing!
I only want to be left in peace, otherwise I will take measures! I am going to fight!
Now this is understood. Mister Layevsky wants to have some fun, in a duel.
I accept your challenge.
If you please. I hate you.
Hate!
I am very glad. Tomorrow early in the morning, near the dukhan. Kerbalay's.
- And now, go away. - Hate!
Hated for a long time.
A duel! Yes!
Take him away, or else I am leaving.
He will bite me.
Get out.
Where? My friends, you got heated now let it be.
Let it be, my friends, Vanya, Kolya. Sit, it cooled off.
Come, let's have dinner.
Listen, Sheshkovsky. Be my second.
Girls, go home. Go.
I am ready.
Duels are stupid and decide nothing.
But there is no doing without it. Must teach this gentleman a lesson.
You cannot take him to the magistrate.
No, you cannot.
Tell me, in your opinion, where is Russia?
There. In the distance.
- Let us go. - Do you know what I was thinking?
If this little town collapsed or burned down,
then there in Russia the telegram about it would be read with the same boredom,
as an announcement of a sale of second-hand furniture.
Ivan Andreevich, I ask you, please come sooner.
I must lay down.
An unknown gentleman wants to see you.
- Tomorrow, if that is suitable. - Tomorrow?
For him it is a matter of life and death.
- Life and death? - Yes, yes!
Faster!
He wants to tell you something!
Very important for you.
Faster!
[ Citing Pushkin's poetry about a duel]
Here. Open the door and go.
The second door.
Who are you here for?
Is that you Muridka?
Knife him! Shoot him like a dog!
You are a weakling, not a person!
Well what, deacon? Are you coming with us to the duel?
Orders do not allow it otherwise, I would come.
- What do you mean "orders"? - I am devoted, I am blessed.
- Why did you, blessed, come tonight? - To say farewell.
I love talking with you.
Even though your young mind is stuffed with abstract learning.
You say that about faith?
You teach, you explore the depths of the sea, you challenge people to duels,
and all is in its proper place.
But you see, some infirm old man, with a holy spirit
will mutter only one word and will turn all you have upside down.
Well this, deacon, still remains to be seen.
We have a duel in the morning.
We will say that it is foolish, that it is no
different than a drunken brawl in a tavern,
but nonetheless, we shall go and we are going to fight.
There is a force that is stronger than our reasoning,
if it wants to destroy a weak, corrupted strain,
then do not interfere with your pills and quotations
from a poorly understood Gospel.
That means there is love in the strong defeating the weak?
Without a doubt.
And what is your criteria for distinguishing the strong and the weak?
Knowledge and evidence.
The consumptive and scrofulous are diagnosed by their diseases,
while the insane and immoral - by their actions.
Well you see, errors are possible.
Yes, but do not be afraid of wet feet when threatened by a flood.
That is philosophy.
Not at all. Look the devil straight in the eyes.
And if he is the devil say he is the devil.
Christ, I hope, taught us love that is reason?
You do not believe in Christ, why then do you mention him so often?
I believe, but not in the same way that you do.
What kind of belief is this! Well, I have a priest for an uncle,
his belief is such that when there is a drought
he goes into the field, and then prays for rain
taking an umbrella with him,
so that on the way back he will not get wet.
Now that is faith! It moves mountains.
Well then, farewell.
"Mother! In the name of the merciful God give shelter and warm tenderness
to the unfortunate woman, whom I have dishonored.
Alone, poor, weak."
All is lost.
In my whole life I did not plant one tree did not save one fly,
I only destroyed and lied, lied.
Did not do a penny worth for anyone!
This is for me.
Only ate their bread,
drank their wine,
took their wives.
Lies.
All lies.
Vanya, Vanya,
You were talking with someone,
If only you knew,
how difficult it is for me.
I have been expecting you to kill me.
To drive me out into the rain and storms.
But you delay, delay.
I have no one except you. No one.
And I have no one.
- Ivan Andreyevich! - Wait. I will be a minute. Is it...?
Four o'clock. Until we get there...
Stop.
What a shame! Had I known, would not have went.
Go away, make haste! Go away!
I suppose there is no reason to go farther. Here is alright.
Yes, of course.
Look, gentlemen, how glorious.
Why does he hate Ivan Andreyevich so much?
And there he is. What for?
Devil knows what's this?
Lord, if only they knew the kind of want, I have known since childhood.
If they had been raised among greedy, rude, rough hewn,
who would challenge you for a piece of bread,
then they would willingly forgive each other's faults,
they would value all that is good, that there is in every one of them.
There he is, pitiful, dissipated,
but, you see, he will not steal.
Will not reproach his wife: "You eat too much, you do not want to work"
Will not beat a child with a whip.
Is it not better for them, Lord, to direct their hatred and anger,
at crude ingnorance, uncleanliness, swearing, women shrieking.
I still have not informed you of my conditions.
Each side shall pay me 15 Rubles.
In the event of death of one of the
adversaries, the one who lives will pay all 30.
Fine.
Layevsky's hands tremble, he cannot even raise the pistol now.
To fight with him is inhumane. We must
postpone the duel, perhaps to reconcile them.
Have a word with Von Koren.
I do not know the rules of dueling, and I do not want to know.
Maybe he will think that Layevsky became afraid and sent me to him?
Shit!
Go away! Who sent for you? Go, and begone!
I ask of you, Ivan Andreich is not in a normal state today,
something unfortunate has happened. I can't stand gossip, but because of the duel
Last night in Meridov's house, he found his madam with another gentleman.
How vile.
All right, gentlemen.
What are we waiting for? Why do we not begin?
Gentlemen, we ask you to reconcile.
Reconciliation has already been talked
about. What else will be the next formality?
You are educated, university people,
you yourselves see dueling as an obsolete, empty formality.
Put an end, gentlemen, to your misunderstanding, shake hands,
and we will go home and drink to peace. Upon my word of honor, gentlemen!
I have nothing against Nikolai Vasilievich.
If he finds me to blame,
I am ready to apologize.
A duel is a duel, and it should not be made more false and stupid than it is.
I want to fight!
Get the pistols.
Here.
Gentlemen, who remembers how it is described in Lermontov?
Where do you need to stand and what should the seconds do? Shit.
In Turgenev too, Bazarov fought a duel with some one...
The barrier! Where is the barrier?
Here is the barrier.
Drop it! At six o'clock, gentlemen, I have appointments in town.
Measure the distance, that is all.
Where are you going? Leave! Go away!
Doctor, do not pace back and forth, like a pendulum. You keep flickering in my eyes.
It is over.
He will kill him!
- How did you get here? - The evil one drew me here, saying,
"go, go." And I went.
- Well now, thank God, thank God! - Give it here.
Careful.
Our tarantula grandpa will be satisfied... funny, how funny!
Only, I ask you, do not tell anyone that I was here,
or the authorities will grab me by the scruff of
the neck. And say, "the deacon was a second."
I am alive. This is from me.
I thought your face looked like, you would definitely kill him.
Yes. But you shouted to me near at hand, and I missed.
- This is contrary to human nature. - Let us go, deacon.
Sit with us.
This is contrary to human nature.
- Let us go, champagne is waiting. - I will get there by myself.
I need to dry off.
Fifteen. My share.
The Reverend Father dropped by the wine cellar. Amen.
To spend a 15 kopek coin, approximately. Amen
But young monks, as if filled with fat
drink thick liqueurs, exclusively. Amen.
Now you can hold your head high, and bravely look people in the eye, my child.
And now you will be like everyone else.
- Pay him a visit, and say farewell. - To whom? - Layevsky.
Tell him and his wife, that when I leave I wish them all the best.
And ask him, if possible, not to think badly of me.
- You yourself go to him. - No, that is awkward.
Why? Maybe you will not see him again.
That is true.
Guard the suitcases! Deacon, let's go.
From morning to night, he sits at home.
Always sits, or works.
Wants to repay his debts.
Vanya, Nikolay Vasilievich would like to say farewell.
Yes. Yes. Welcome. Please.
Just for a minute. Pardon me if I am disturbing you, but I am leaving now.
God knows, when we will see each other again.
Very glad. You are welcome.
I did not come here to apologize or to persuade you that I am not to blame.
I acted sincerely and have not changed my convictions since then.
True, now I see, to my great joy, that I was mistaken with respect to you.
But it is possible to stumble even on an level road.
No one knows the real truth.
Yes, no one knows the truth.
Well perhaps another cup.
Well, do not think badly of me, adore your wife, and tell her...
She is home.
Nadya!
Nikolay Vasilievich would like to bid you farewell.
I am leaving now and came to say goodbye.
I will be in Moscow and in Petersburg,
do you need anything that I can send from there?
Nothing it seems.
Yes. Nothing. Promise.
Nikolay Vasilievich, know that today you defeated the greatest enemy...
- Pride! - Enough, deacon.
Some victors we are!
Victors look like eagles, and he is pitiful, timid, and beaten;
he bows like a Chinese nitwit, and I am sad.
Don't forget us, Kolya!
Write. We wil wait for you next spring.
- Deacon, give the expedition some thought. - Lord, I would go to the edge of the world
- I am for it! - Don't you drown him, good-for-nothings!
The End