fruitful...
But who do we have? Me and ... Mashenka…
NO! How could you?
A young girl… Along…
Among men…
I knew I would be misinterpreted.
- We knew that.
-Nobody believes in nobility of intentions anymore!
-Not a single person...
It's a pity!
Mister Cagliostro… Wait!
I agree.
And what if I'm lying?
What if I'm in love and want to kidnap you?
What then?
Don't joke. You can tell when a person is in love…
Tell how?
It's in the eyes. But your eyes...
Cold?
Empty?
Very quickly, Jacob!
Hey-hey-hey! Fortissimo, mamma mia!
…From the places of birth,
a River is floating through the kindgom of Life,
It's playing with the boat and disappears into Eternity…
Nicely said, isn't it, Auntie?
About the river? Yeah, it's good...
Go to the river indeed, have a swim.
Or do some fishing.
What are you talking about, Auntie?
The river of life is flowing into Eternity!
What fishing are we talking about?
Well, I thought you wanted some fish soup.
Well, no is no… Noodles are good too!
Oh, Auntie! We both speak Russian,
but feels like we speak two different languages.
What am I trying to convey? About the purpose of life!
What do we exist for?
Tell me!
How can I tell you so fast?
It depends - where one lives!…
If it's here, in Smolensk region, that's one thing… But if in Tambovsk region - that's very different…
Oh, no! That's unbearable!
It's time for you to get married!
That's what I know, my dear.
You cannot stare all your life at an old mushroom like me.
This way something bad will happen to you.
Marry? Why?
And whom?
Well, our neighbors, the Zagosins, have 3 daughters!
Each is better than the other! Blooming with health!
Mashenka, Sashenka, Aglashenka...
Why no good?
Oh Auntie. Is this why I left high society,
ran away from the capital,
To drown in every day life?…
I'll get married and what then?
I will be spending all day in my robe...
And my wife, a person who should serve ideals of love,
will order noodles in my presence and will starting eating it!
Why noodles? Ok, no noodles.
Or even if noodles, why are noodles so bad?!
Oh no! Milles pardons, Fedosia Ivanona!
It's not what I'm dreaming of during my solitude…
I know what you're dreaming of!
Shame! Other people will shame you…
What are you talking about?
About whom! About the stone broad, that's whom!
All servants laugh at you!
O Lord, they are spying on me!
This is so low…
There, our lad is having a moment of hypochondria again!
It's about time. Hypochondria always happens at the dusk.
Why at the dusk, Stepan Stepanovich?
Because of stupid doubts, Fimka.
For example, a person is looking at the sun and wondering:
Is it going to rise tomorrow or not?
As they said in Latin, Sic transit gloria mundi.
Thus passes the glory of the world.
Where all of this latin stuff coming from?
You're not very latin.
The former owner had all of his serfs taught latin.
He wanted to imagine himself living in Ancient Rome…
He was a great educator! He used to tell us:
"Aut nihil, aut Cesar!"
And how is "love" in Latin?
Love, Fimka, in latin is amor. And with your eyes like this....
Amor...
O, how much I love you,
oh pretty creation,
I love your delicate features
and this sweet look!
and your stillness,
and paleness, and silence
Tell my soul so much about so many things!
And I feel as if I knew your name
We used to see each other from very far
You're not a piece of marble for me, nor an angel, nor a goddess.
You're the woman I love, oh I love you so much.
Wait! What's that? Where are you taking it?
The madam told me to wash it.
Whom?!
The statue.
Put it back! Wait!
Splash me too.
Not like this! Slowly.
Our boy has a cold, he has a cold, our sweetheart!
Too much swimming.
Stop weeping! He has no cold,
he just lost his mind!
Brought this ugly thing into the house,
forgive me God!
Ma tante! Lets not make a scene in front of the strangers.
I want this piece of art in my office…
It's not art, it's