presence!
Do you hear? Never!
That's just the wine talking.
Oh God, why do you drink so much?
Don't touch me!
Pyotr Ilyich, please,
let's go home.
Stop following me!
Stop it or I'll beat you.
Here we are.
Ladies and gentlemen! The newlyweds!
At last!
May I present my wife.
Pyotr Petrovich.
How do you do.
May I present Mister Laroche.
How are you?
Kashkin.
My very best wishes!
We have come here again,
Dear ladies and gentlemen,
Look how fair she is and bright.
What a wonderful moment!
You now, Petya, are a man!
Show us your beautiful bride.
You're a rose, you're a rose,
You're a rose, belle Antonina...
Petya! Why aren't you eating?
I'm afraid my stomach will be upset.
May I give you one more?
Do you like pastries?
Antonina Ivanovna loves pastries.
Why have you given up
your music?
Antonina Ivanovna is not sure
of her musical skills,
and she won't settle
for second rate.
Very wise.
That's right, gentlemen, you know...
I'd like to propose a toast to
the hosts who've been so kind to us.
Thank you, Pyotr Ilyich!
Antonina Ivanovna!
What do you think of
Antonina Ivanovna?
Well, she's very nice...
I never thought Pyotr Ilyich was
as clever as that.
Why do you give my Petya
such awful reviews?
Petya, my congratulations!
I won't any more.
May I ask you what kind of music
pleases you the most?
All music.
Of course I like Petya's the best,
but I like other kinds too.
The one I prefer among the new things
is "The Little Tiger".
Perfectly sweet, isn't it?
Stop it. That hurts!
What are you laughing about?
Petya was trying...
to kick me under the table,
but instead he kicked Laroche.
Ladies and gentlemen!
Your attention, please.
Your attention, please.
I would like to propose a toast now.
For a long time we have known,
respected and loved our Pyotr Ilyich.
But how can one compare what we feel
towards him with the love
given to Pyotr Ilyich
by the adorable Antonina Ivanovna.
And may this love
be a new creative inspiration
for him.
And may the harmony of their hearts
create new harmonies in music,
music...
which will... which...
Pyotr Ilyich!
I'm coming. Who the devil can it be
at this hour of the night?
Never get any peace around here.
My God! What's happened?
Agafon! Get Nikolai Grigorievich!
Nikolai Grigorievich!
Oh, God!
Oh, it's so bad!
God will punish you...
I'm a fool.
I didn't watch him close enough.
Petya! What's happened?
I won't go back there.
Agafon, brandy, quick!
You better get the doctor!
Petya...Part Two
I asked not to be disturbed.
I beg your pardon, Madame,
but Mister Rubinstein has arrived.
Hello, Nikolai Grigorievich.
What's happened?
Nothing's happened, don't get upset,
for God's sake.
The reason I've come is to talk
to you about Pyotr Ilyich.
Yes, come this way.
I'm listening to you.
Pyotr Ilyich has asked me
to look after his divorce.
I have spoken to that woman
and at first she stubbornly refused
and then asked for 10,000 rubles.
Unfortunately, neither Pyotr Ilyich,
nor we his friends
have never had that much money.
Nor will we ever have it.
Which is why I've had
the impertinence...
And Pyotr Ilyich will be rid of
this unhappy situation?
Yes, of course.
Oh God, how simple it is.
What's the matter?
You cannot imagine
what he means to me:
Pyotr Ilyich...
or rather his music.
I want to weep
when I hear his music.
I want to die
from an unspoken sadness.
A sadness I must hold close to me,
because one's best self is in it,
which is being destroyed every hour
by everyday life.
I know, you're probably thinking now
it's just a whim of a silly woman,
of a hysterical millionairess.
But I have known poverty,
Nikolai Grigorievich.
I was not born to luxury.
There was a time when I had to
nourish a family on 20 kopecks a day.
I was married off at the age of
sixteen.
And I spent my best years dealing
with mumps, measles, colds...
I even had to handle
my husband's affairs
because he was