Helene the Beautiful.
Helene?
- Later - Beatrice.
- Beatrice...
Praskovia was her name.
Praskovia Tulupova modelled for it.
Doesn't matter who modelled.
The true artists follows his inspiration,
not a model.
I think you realize that mylord and you don't expect full resemblance.
Of course... well. On the other hand though…
I was hoping for some resemblance.
Materialization of feelings and ideas has something in common with the fantasy.
And it keeps only the contours with the initial form... Have you dropped her or what?
I told you not to touch her, I told you.
You see, first she was in the park...
And I though, it's raining there, and there are doves…
The idol cannot leave its soil!
You ruined the magnetic connections!
I don't even know how she will look like, your Laura…
Laura? Is it Laura, worshipped by the great Petrarca?
Yes, she used to be her too.
She showed herself to the worl under various names...
Julietta, Laura... I don't even know what her name would be now.
Maria, perhaps? Do you mind, mylady?
Mylady! Do you mind?
Why would I? It's an honour for me.
If not me, than my name will serve someone's ideals of love.
So, you don't mind? And you, mylord?
You don't mind no?
And what would you say?
Pretty name. And the appearance of your companion I would accept with pleasure…
I must disappoint you my friend!
I just had a vision…
Galatea will be call Lorenzia.
I though so, ladies and gentlemen, Please please this way.
- Pardon my rudeness...
- What was so rude?
About dreaming of your features and confessing publicly...
And now you have changed your mind?
Oh no! Maria Ivanovna, I'd be just happy!
But I felt like I violated the courtly ways of behavior...
And the count got angry too.
And the flowers are for him too?
No...
Maria Ivanova, please no...
You're strange Aleksey Alekseevich.
Your speaking manner is so sophisticated.
Even though you live close to the nature
among simple normal people.
But you're dreaming of ideals
fleshless!
But this is how Petrarca worshiped his Laura!
That's not true, Petrarca loved a real woman, who lived next door.
And only then, he worshiped her into an ideal.
You did it exactly the opposite my lord.
Trick and magic won't bring you love!
Tell me how to reach it then?
Don't know.
If I knew how, I'd be happy myself.
I'm losing my agility!
Mushrooms after dinner,
crepes after mushrooms...
Creepy place.
Doors are ulocked.
Yesterday, I asked to borrow 3 rubles from the maid,
she gave it to me, silly thing!
and didn't ask when I'm going to return it!
Would you like to treat yourself?
How's this called?
Pancakes.
Pancakes, pancakes, where are you from - from grandma.
Villager, do you have a grandma?
- No.
- So you're an orphan.
Come over.
Do you want some big but pure love?
Who doesn't?
Then come at the dusk to the haystag.
Will you?
Why not? I will.
But you please show up too.
Because the other day, that gentleman invited me too
and didn't show up.
She won't come alone, she'll come with the blacksmith.
Which blacksmith?
With my uncle.
He's like a father to me, our blacksmith.
Why do we need the blacksmith?
We'll do without the blacksmith.
You think I'm a horse?
Why do we need the blacksmith?
To bless.
You would like to propose to me?
Nope, you can go.
See - we're playing!
Oh no my lord!
You're not holding it right.
You take it, your elbow to the side...
Lightly, gently...
We're being humiliated, Jacob. Your turn, oh prince!
Mister Caglisotro!
I'm dying to paint your portrait! Will you find a free moment for me?
I don't have free moments!
Hello lads!
Why did you show up? They could see you!
Did you get my note?
What the hell?!
You dumped in St.Petersburg,
police is breathin on my neck,
then I'm running alone through the entire Russia,
eating road dust!
And when I arrive, it turns out I cannot be seen!
What the hall is going on?!
The hell.
I'm saying, what the hell.
You shouldn't be seen