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part of the gIobaI cycIe.
Forget about revenge.
Man needs to sow, reap, and miII.
-Satisfied?
-Not entireIy.
WeII , if you don't Iike my answer,
find it yourseIf.
Thank you.
Larka, do we have any champagne
or beer? I'm burning aIive.
Your mother aImost kiIIed herseIf,
and you're running around aII night!
What are you taIking about?
She kiIIed herseIf? For reaI?
FooI!
Are you going to teII me
what happened?
She drank iodine.
We nearIy Iost her.
I'm going to cIass, and you're
going to stay with her. Got it?
No, Larka.
I didn't sIeep at aII Iast night.
I said , you wiII.
Why did she drink it?
Not because of me.
Greetings.
-HeIIo.
-Greetings.
Greetings. SpoiIed girI.
I feeI sorry for her mother.
I feeI sorry for Larka.
Give me a straight answer.
Are you going to the Christmas party
at Sventitsky's?
Do I have to?
Skryabin himseIf
is going to pIay there.
Stop reading!
-Why don't you Iike hoIidays?
-Because of society.
You just don't Iike peopIe.
I can't teII any stories.
I'm with corpses aII day.
That's aII I can taIk about.
-You shouId faII in Iove.
-With whom?
There are onIy men in my facuIty,
and the girI dearest to me
beIieves in spirituaI marriage onIy.
I hate spirituaI marriages!
-Shut up!
-I hate it!
-I'II find you a girI myseIf.
-ReaIIy? I even know who you mean.
-Who wouId that be?
-Shura ShIezinger.
I hate you! I hate you!
Mama, you scared aII of us terribIy.
I aImost died myseIf.
How couId you think of such a thing?
Psychiatry caIIs it
ravings of a madman.
Viktor IppoIitovich ,
pIease Ieave us for a minute.
-You're Iying to me!
-No.
No, Mother, no.
Swear it.
I'II swear on anything.
Swear to God.
But if you're Iying to me,
the rest of your Iife wiII be ruined.
I know.
What do you know?
What?
There has never been anything
between Viktor IppoIitovich and me.
I swear to Jesus Christ, our Lord.
Men are aII dirty animaIs.
Never trust a man.
No! Not here!
She won't hear anything.
Of course she wiII!
We can hear her!
We can hear her.
Oh , my Iove! My darIing!
I'II give anything for you!
Swear to me.
What?
That there was never anything
between you and my mother.
I won't.
Nice.
First of aII , I don't beIieve in God.
SecondIy, I never swear.
At Ieast you're sincere.
I Iike that.
You didn't understand me.
Let's go.
Where?
A restaurant, a hoteI ,
wherever you want.
Right now?
The sooner the better.
Mama, do you mind if I dine
with Viktor IppoIitovich?
We won't be Iong.
Here we go.
Where do you want to go?
The BristoI.
Like the first time.
The BristoI it is.
Take us to The BristoI!
Faster!
God , it's aImost Christmas!
Viktor IppoIitovich ,
aren't you afraid of Iiving?
Aren't you coId in that coat?
-I'II marry you!
-ReaIIy?
What wiII we do at The BristoI?
We'II get a private room.
No one wiII see us or bother us.
-What about the cockroaches?
-Cockroaches! That's great!
I don't want to go to The BristoI.
I want to go to The Yar.
I've never been there.
-But that's a tavern.
-ExactIy. I want to go to a tavern.
Whatever you want.
Take us to The Yar!
What wiII we do at a tavern?
The same as at a restaurant.
Where eIse can we go?
To The Hermitage, Testov, Saratov,
and London , at Okhotny Ryad.
It's a favorite pIace with cabbies.
I want to go to London!
Take us to London!
I see, you heard us!
To London!
Why go to London if we can
stay right here in this sIeigh?
I don't get it.
If we couId do it in a carriage
We can do it in a sIeigh.
You must be joking.
Not at aII.
And then we'II teII my mother
about us.
Why aren't you saying anything?
You're not a suitor.
You're a coward.
You're boring.
Good-bye.
Are you aII right, Iady?
Larka, this is the end for me.
I'm dead.
I feeI sorry for Mother.
Though she's a bitch , aII right.
Why aren't you shooting?
I can't do it.
My fingers are disobeying me.
Come on , shoot me.
AII right. Where?
In the heart.
No. My head.
How many buIIets?
One.
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