grown more beautiful
since your illness, Galia.
Thank you.
Lionya, don't you find everyone
a little touchy today?
Stay with us
and you will understand.
You have no idea how
the great man tyrannizes,
torments and humiliates
the woman who loves him.
- You mean Galia?
- I mean Vera Nikolayevna.
You must love her very much.
Who?
Vera Nikolayevna.
Is it so obvious?
poor Lionya. It must be hard.
Sometimes it's quite unbearable.
- I often think: why do I stay?
- Then leave.
No, I can't leave her.
I have to save her.
You are a honourable man.
I admire your feelings.
Thank you.
- What feelings?
- All of them.
Vera Nikolayevna!
Lionya.
I think she's drowning.
Vera Nikolayevna!
Jan! Help, I'm drowning!
I'm drowning!
- What?
- Vera Nikolayevna!
- Jump in and pull her out!
- Just a moment...
I'm coming.
I'm just coming!
- I can't swim.
- What?
- I can't swim!
- I'll go in then.
Hold on, Vera Nikolayevna!
- Galia! Come, quick!
- What's happened?
Galia!
Ivan Alekseyevich,
there's been an accident!
- Oh my God, what's happened?
- Vera Nikolayevna is drowning!
- Then jump into the sea!
- Me? The sea? Come quickly!
- Is she alive? Is she breathing?
- Take my hat.
- Galia, get a firm grip on her!
- Hold down her leg!
What the hell were you playing
at! You swim like a brick!
Vera, whatever came over you?
I nearly died of shock!
My leg hurts.
- It's your fault, Jan!
- Mine? Where were you going?
- You said: You'll drown!
- Don't talk nonsense!
We must get her to a doctor.
Find a car.
- You called her a sea nymph.
- Did I?
- Thank you.
- Marga rescued you!
- Are you feeling better?
- Yes.
They're coming!
They're on their way!
Hurry up with that stretcher!
Just coming!
First degree hypothermia.
Pallor, loss of sensation,
bluish colour, swelling...
- That's it. Vera Nikolayevna!
- Yes?
In such cases hot drinks are
indicated: tea, coffee, alcohol.
- At last! Did you get it?
- I got it and spent it.
- A present for you.
- What is it? -Royalties?
- For you, Vera Nikolayevna.
- What a splendid scarf!
- And this is for you.
- What, not a life-ring? -Really!
- Where's Marga?
- In the garden.
- What a beautiful pen...
- Thank you.
Where are you off to?
She'll be back in a minute.
Complications: stiffness,
erysipelas, phlegmon, sepsis...
- Untie it, please.
- Why did you tangle it?
...exhaustion...
- Exhaustion?
- Marga! At last I've found you.
- Hello, Galia.
- This is for you.
- For me?
Thank you.
A cigarette-case.
You've spent all your money.
I've still got some left.
- Be careful. I'm dangerous.
- How?
Remember what happened
to that army officer?
Marga...
Cigarette smoke, the thin line
of eyebrows, her velvet voice.
Steel of beautiful eyes.
I don't know which of us
first accepted that this time
we were helpless.
Something widow-like
smouldered in us both,
waiting at the bed-head,
rigid, with downcast eyes.
I was incapable of imagining
anything of the sort.
That's why I slept all night
- The only one who did.
- Good morning.
- Good morning.
- Coffee? -No thanks, I won't eat.
Ivan Alekseyevich, will you
offer me a cigarette?
I thought singers didn't smoke.
I smoke very little.
And I don't sing any more.
See if he's alright, Lionya.
Yes.
You might learn some discretion!
Ivan Alekseyevich!
Ivan Alekseyevich!
Don't forget your papers.
Shall I take this?
- Yes.
- All right.
- He'll be furious. Stay here.
- Don't be afraid.
- Marga, leave us alone.
- Yes, Ivan Alekseyevich.
Galia! Come to your senses!
This is insane!
It's unnatural!
Don't try and stop me, Ivan.
I've made up my mind. We...
It's not possible! You're mad!
You're hallucinating!
Maybe I am. Let me go!
It's all your fault anyway!
How does she kiss you?
Where? Show me! I'll learn how!
I hate you.
- I'll do anything you want!
- Let go! You're hurting me!
What's going on, Jan?
Get out of my sight, Vera!
Go to hell!
- I won't let you go!