They're looking for a place
to plant a bomb.
There she is... She's coming.
- Where is she? Here?
- No. Over there.
Alyosha, will you let me have a look?
Move aside.
But she's carrying a parasol.
I can't see her face at all.
Believe me, she's got a face.
She has everything else too.
Tell the coachman to follow her.
Halt!
Didn't you hear me say halt?
Where are you going?
Don't move!
You're under arrest!
So you maintain
that you hired a carriage
and drove to the Second
Koroviy Street in order to...
What did you say a minute ago?
In order to watch
a certain young person
who is the object of the tender
affections of one of my friends.
One of your friends...
A certain young person...
And then the bomb will explode!
Tell me the truth.
- All right. It's I!
- What do you mean? I?
I mean, the friend.
Whose friend are you?
What's the name?
Tchaikovsky, Pyotr Ilyich.
But a minute ago you said
that was your name.
Please, my God!..
I'm going to send you over
to the district headquarters.
They know what to do with your kind.
It was me who wanted to see
this young person.
What person?
For me, it was very important,
believe me.
Yes, we'll admit that.
And that you're a professor
at Moscow's Conservatory,
that's the truth, too. Yes?
Yes, of course.
That doesn't connect.
What do you mean?
If I may make my report, sir.
This man is who he says he is,
Professor Tchaikovsky.
You see. And you took me for
the devil knows who.
I'm sorry, Professor,
just put yourself in my place, sir.
These are pretty terrible times. It's
impossible to tell by just looking.
Those revolutionaries come from
the best families and the students.
In a word, the nobility.
Do you really think
I look like a revolutionary?
THE FOURTH SYMPHONY
"Dedicated to my best friend.
I know, Nadezhda Filaretovna,
that you would never consent to
having a work dedicated to you.
If it would displease you to see your
name in the symphony's dedication,
I can simply write
"Dedicated to my best friend".
Thus it will be only you and I
who know to whom the symphony
is dedicated.
I also wish to tell you that,
quite unexpectedly for me,
I find myself married.
I cannot tell you precisely
whether or not I am happy,
but, as God is my witness,
I am full of the best intentions
towards my life companion."
Good afternoon, Vladislav Albertovich.
How was your journey?
Excellent. I have an absolutely
astonishing piece of news for you.
- Pyotr Ilyich is married.
- Yes, I know.
Everybody in Moscow is simply
astounded.
Pyotr Ilyich told nobody,
not even Rubinstein.
Only one of his brothers
was invited to the wedding.
And nobody knows where
the young couple went afterwards.
I'm sorry. I would have liked
to present my congratulations.
And what kind of a woman
is his wife?
The only thing anybody knows is
that she studied at the Conservatory.
Professor Languiere
hardly remembers her.
He says, pardon, that she's stupid.
Of course, you were only too willing
to believe him.
What makes you think Languiere is
more intelligent than Pyotr Ilyich?
Why couldn't Pyotr Ilyich,
with his sensitive perception,
be capable of discerning
a refined and spiritual nature?
You astonish me very much.
I'm sorry, but I only repeated
what many are saying.
Never repeat gossip to me!
Intelligence is not the most important
thing in a woman.
If she really loves
Pyotr Ilyich sincerely,
if she can bring him tranquility,
all of us should be happy for him.
Petya!
Stop!
Oh, my Lord!
Is that the way you hold the woman
you adore?
This is the triumph of your love!
It's a happy ending!
What are you doing?
We'll run through it again.
All ready?
What's that?
Petya!
Where have you been?
- Hello, Kolia.
- Hello.
Excuse me, will you?
This is a lie!
Pushkin was right.
There cannot be a happy end.
There cannot be!
Pyotr Ilyich, let's go home.
Antonina Ivanovna will be worried.
Never pronounce that name
in my