at any minute.
Now, l'm talking to you,
and you are dear to me again,
there is no malice in my heart.
You don't believe me.
You are like your father.
You say,
you love her with pity.
l have no pity
for her.
She hates me.
l dream of her
every night,
She is laughing at me
with another man.
She does laugh at me.
She thinks of marrying
me as if she were
changing her shoe.
- She has disgraced me.
- How?
You don't believe that she...
She didn't disgrace me in
Moscow with Zemtuznikoff?
l know she did!
After having fixed our
marriage-day herself!
- lmpossible.
- l know for sure!
lsn't she like that?
She won't be like that
with you,
but with me she certainly is!
She looks on me
as vermin.
Her affair with Keller,
a boxer,
was simply to make
a laughing-stock of me.
You don't know what a fool
she made of me in Moscow!
And the money l spent!
And you can marry her!
What will come of it all?
l haven't been to see
her for five days.
Afraid of being turned out.
l can't even talk
of the marriage.
When l can keep away
no longer,
l steal past the house.
Once she saw me
from the window.
She asked me what l'd do if
l found she'd deceived me.
l said,
you know well enough.
- Does she?
- Of course.
l did my best to catch her
tripping in Moscow,
but did not succeed.
And l beat her till
she was bruised all over.
- lmpossible.
- Possible!
What do you think of this,
Lef Nicolaievitch?
-What do you think yourself?
- l can't think anything!
l won't interfere
with you.
l'll tell you this.
l can't understand your
yielding her to me.
Don't you love her anymore?
Why did you come
post-haste after us?
- Out of pity?
-You think l'm a liar?
l believe you,
but don't understand.
lt seems, your pity
is greater than my love.
You'll hate her
afterwards.
For all your present love,
and for all the torment
you are suffering on
her account now.
l don't understand
why she marries you.
Your money? Nonsense!
There must be some
good reason for that.
She is sure of
your love,
and some your good qualities.
She'd simply be walking to
death, when she married you.
ls it possible?
As if anybody would go to
death deliberately?
How dreadfully
you look at me!
To water or knife?
She wants to marry me, exactly
because the knife awaits her.
You don't even see what's
at the root of it all!
l don't understand you.
Perhaps he really
doesn't understand me!
They do say that you are a...
you know what!
She loves another man.
Just as l love her,
so she loves another man.
And do you know who he is?
-You!
- Me?!
You! Didn't you know that?
She has loved you ever
since her birthday!
Only she thinks she
cannot marry you.
Everybody knows what sort
of a woman l am, she says.
She's afraid of
disgracing you.
She can marry me all right!
She'd have drown herself,
if it were not for me!
She doesn't do it because
l'm scarier than the water!
lt is some malady of yours!
All this is jealousy!
You have exaggerated
everything.
l seemed to know it.
l felt it, when l was
coming back to Petersburg.
l did not want to come,
l wished to forget all this!
Good-bye!
Come on!
- Do you cut pages with it?
-Yes!
- lt's a garden knife.
- Right!
- Can't l cut pages with it?
- lt's new.
Can't l buy a new knife
if l like?!
l'm sorry.
But my head
is heavy,
l seem so absent-minded
and nowadays ridiculous!
l didn't mean to ask you
any of these questions.
l forgot what l was to ask.
Take care.
Wait, prince!
l'll show you the way.
Lev Nicolaievitch, l have
long wished to ask you,
do you believe in God?
How strangely you speak!
l meant to ask you
before, many people
are unbelievers nowadays.
As to faith...
l had 4 conversations
last week.
l met one scholar
in a train
and we were talking
for 4 hours.
He doesn't believe in god.
He was speaking
outside the subject.
l was talking to
non-believers, and
reading their books, they
don't speak on the subject.