and
honest man, but, you see...
He is a flunky.
I don't know
what he does at his office.
All I know is that he is... a flunky.
I was only twenty
when I married him.
I was eaten up by curiosity.
I wanted something...
better.
There surely must be a different kind
of life, I said to myself.
I wanted to live.
I was burning with curiosity. Probably
you don't know what I'm talking about.
I could no longer control myself.
I could not be held back.
I told my husband I was ill,
and I came here.
And now I've become a worthless
woman for everyone to despise.
What is it you want?
Please, please believe me.
I love a pure, honest life.
I hate immorality.
I don't know myself what I'm doing.
The common people say
''the devil led her astray''.
I too can now say
about myself
that the devil has led me astray.
There, there, calm down.
Salty... and your cheek is salty too.
Would you like to go somewhere?
To Oreanda?
Shall we?
Do you hear the sea still roaring?
Why are you silent?
Let's talk.
For God's sake, let's talk.
- About what?
- About what?
About anything.
- It's so beautiful here.
- Yes.
When you come to think of it,
everything in the world is beautiful.
Everything but our own
thoughts and actions
when we lose sight of the higher aims
of existence.
And our dignity as human beings.
Well, admit it.
Admit it, I beg you...
Admit what?
That you don't respect me,
that you're not in love with me.
I know you so little,
but you seem to me...
a good, wonderful
and high-minded man.
You're not like everybody else,
you must understand me.
There, there, stop it.
There's dew on the grass. Time to go
home.
This hat doesn't become you.
My wonderful one...
No, I'm not wonderful.
I sleep badly now, thinking all
the time, my heart beating uneasily.
I'll go back to Saratov, you
to Moscow, and that'll be the end.
And if you ever remember me,
it'll be like about an adventure,
a vacation affair
with a lady with the little dog.
You will forget me.
This is our farewell meeting.
Don't think ill of me.
Don't think I'm a bad woman.
Why farewell meeting?
Von Diederitz?
This is from my husband.
He writes that he's having trouble
with his eyes and begs me to come back.
Is your husband a German?
No. I believe his grandfather
was German.
He is of the Orthodox faith himself.
It's a good thing I'm going.
It's fate.
How am I to live now?
I'll come back home,
look out of the window
and see the gray fence.
A long gray fence studded with nails.
It's hard.
It's all right. It'll pass.
Yes, you're right, it'll pass.
It has to pass. Itjust has to.
Let me have another look at you.
One last look.
Like that.
I'll be thinking of you,
remembering you.
Goodbye.
Don't think badly of me.
We're parting forever.
Yes, it must be so, for we should
never have met.
You're such a kind,
rare, remarkable man.
Well, goodbye.
Watch out!
Please!
Pies with liver!
Hot pies! Hot pies!
Mitya! Let me kiss you!
You walk, good for you!
And I took a cabby.
What should I do to lose weight?
I myself ate a whole portion of sour
cabbage and meat yesterday at the club.
Cabbage and meat! Dinner at your
place on Thursday, you remember?
Don't be late,
we're expecting Lyubomirov himself!
How about your Yalta lady
with the dog?
- Covered with a haze.
- Yes, yes, yes.
To take up with a woman is easy.
But then there're problems.
Especially for us, Muscovites,
who are such slow starters.
Exactly.
Satan reigning there supreme!
He reigns supreme!
Bravo!
You're a great talent! I haven't
enjoyed myself so for a long time!
What expressiveness! What power!
I adore her!
I simply adore her!
Dimitry, don't you think that it's
time for the children to go to bed?
Excuse me.
Good night.
It's half past ten.
- But, Daddy!
- Natasha.
Good night.
''The Dragonfly and the Ant''.
A flying fidget dragonfly
In the summer's gaily singing,
Of the future isn't thinking,
But the winter is