When saying good-bye to his
friends, he asked one of them
an everyday questions and was
very interested in the answer.
Then began the 2 minutes
he allotted for looking
into himself.
He was thinking, how could
it be, that here he was,
a living man,
and in 3 minutes
he would be nothing.
Or if somebody or something,
then who and where?
He wanted to decide this
in these 2 minutes.
A little way off stood
a church.
lts gilded spire and dome
glittered in the sun.
A gilded spire.
He remembered staring
stubbornly at this spire,
and the rays of light sparking
from it. He couldn't look away
He imagined these rays were
his new nature,
and in a few minutes he
would become one of them.
The uncertainty and repugnance
to what would happen
almost immediately,
were terrible.
But worst of all at that point
was the idea,
the persistent thought
what if l don't die now?
What is l return
to life again?
What infinity!
And all mine!
l'd turn every minute
into a century,
l'd never lose an instant.
l would count
every minute of it,
not to waste an instant.
And this thought became such
a terrible burden upon him,
hat he wished they shoot him
quickly and be done with it.
Are you through?
What?
Yes, l am.
And why did you
tell us this?
Oh, l happened to recall it,
it fitted in our conversation.
An abrupt ending, prince.
You probably wish to deduce
that time cannot be reckoned
in terms of money value.
Your friend, who told you
this terrible story,
was given those
wonderful riches of time.
And what did he do with
them afterwards?
- Did he keep careful count?
- No, he didn't.
He wasted many,
many minutes.
Then, one cannot live
and count all minutes.
That is true.
lt's true, one can't.
l have thought so myself. Yet,
why shouldn't one do it?
You think you could live
more wisely than others?
Yes, l have had that
idea.
And you have it still?
Yes, l have it still.
Very modest of you.
Why are you so angry?
The prince told us
a wonderful tale.
Why do you want
to discourage him?
He began all right,
he was laughing.
And now he is sad.
End of Part One
with the support of
the Cinematography Service
the Russian Ministry
of Culture
produced by 2-B-2 Studio
ENTERTAlNMENT
Fyodor Mikhailovitch
Dostoevsky
lDlOT
Evgeni MlRONOV
As prince Muishkin
Starring
Vladimir MASHKOV
Lidiya VELEZHEVA
Olga Budina
lnna CHURlKOVA
Alexei PETRENKO
Vladimir lLYlN
Michael BOYARSKY
Alexander LAZAREV
Larisa MALEVANNAYA
Maria KlSELYOVA
Written and directed by
Vladimir BORTKO
Photography by
Dmitri MASS
Design by
Vladimir SVETOZAROV
Marina NlKOLAYEVA
Original music by
lgor KORNELYUK
Producer
Valery TODORORVSKl
Episode 10
Epanchins were all at their estate
of Colmina now,
about twenty miles or so
from St. Petersburg.
And in point of fact
you must allow that they could hardly
have stayed here, in the face of
your daily visits to their house,
visits which you insisted upon making
in spite of their refusal to see you.
Yes, quite so; you are quite right.
l wished to see Aglaya lvanovna.
Oh, my dear fellow,
how could you permit all that
to come about as it has?
You really should have understood
how seriously she cared for you.
She could not bear to share you
with another, and you could bring
yourself to throw away
and shatter such a treasure!
Yes, yes, you are quite right.
l was wrong.
But as if that is enough!
You are to blame, and yet you
persevere in evil-doing.
Where was your christian heart,
all that time?
You saw her face. Was she suffering
less than the other woman?
How could you see her suffering
and allow it to continue?
To this moment l don't know how
it all happened.
l ran after Aglaya lvanovna,
but Nastasia Philipovna fell down in a faint,
and since that day they won't
let me see Aglaya.
lt's all the same, you ought
to have run after Aglaya
though the other was fainting.
Yes, yes, l ought, but l couldn't!
She would have died,