proved to be decisive.
Thus, Felix Alexandrovich,
did you finally make a decision?
Perhaps immortality is
not so bad, I don't know.
But in this company fits only
to wash deceased bodies.
But death is still worse?
I have impression, Felix Alexandrovich,
that from entire our company
I cause smallest aversion in you.
Did I guess?
- Well, may be.
- I thank you.
For this very reason I decided
to talk with you in private,
so that these loathsome
physiognomes would not loom here.
May I sit down?
Please!
Thanks. You are amiable.
Thus, Felix Alexandrovich,
I am 500 years old.
During this time you compulsorily get rid
of the different chimeras: love, friendship.
I am indifferent, cold,
if it is possible to say, cruel person.
I will not pretend, we all are such.
But in contrast to my companions,
I have in this world something,
that cannot be either gorged,
or hugged, or pushed under the back.
During my life I made
107 discoveries and inventions.
I isolated phosphorus
50 years earlier than Brandt.
I discovered chromatography
20 years earlier than the Tsvet.
I developed periodic system approximately
at the same time, than Dimitry Ivanovich.
But for clear reasons
I have to keep that all secret,
otherwise my name had long ago
thundered in the history.
Entire my life I am occupied
by the synthesizing of elixer.
I am tired of sitting in the underground
and be scared by each gendarme.
I am tired to be number 0,
I want to be number 1.
But I haven't on whom to lean,
I need assistant.
The intelligent companion,
who can estimate the beauty of thought.
I don't understand chemistry.
I understand.
I got tired to be alone.
Until now, immortals were created by the Fate,
but with your help, I will start to create them.
Agree, Felix Alexandrovich.
What does disturb you? A price?
That's trifle, nowhere is said,
that you must remove him yourself.
I will manage it without you.
I you will put me into
the boots of that killed?
Kurdyukov has lived 650 years
and only he made all this time,
that he gorged, drank, he spoiled young,
robbed and killed.
And he will flutter from the flower to the flower
another 600 years without any benefit.
You are proposed by the most
immense purpose, but you consider.
What about?
Neither you nor I have a right to decide,
who has to live, and who has to die.
It's so difficult with you.
I did not expect.
I had better opinion about you.
Well, however...
When usual insignificant little fellow
finds immortality, by the will of Fate,
then the trait of his nature, which prevailed
in the beginning of his life, becomes only one.
Yes, Felix Alexandrovich, excuse me,
but only such unpretentious stallion as you,
can see a woman in this erotomaniac
Natalia Petrovna, this strumpet from the convoy.
Your Pal Palych is not better!
He's is not a bit better.
Gigantic gustatory pimple.
Not bad said.
Thank you.
You are a writer.
And each writer must live for long.
Just think, how much books you
have in front. And what a books.
To digest in the soul this
centuries-old experience of humanity.
And here we started to talk about
the benefit for humanity.
Do you want to play a hero?
But they will consider you as fool.
Well, then you will go under the knife.
- I will not go under the knife.
- You will go under the knife as a ram.
And I imagined that you have principles.
Excuse me. The phone.
Lately, Felix Alexandrovich,
I could seem to you as audacious.
I do not want to leave this impression.
The main thing in my nature is straightness.
What I think, that I speak.
However I never had intentions
to offend, to graze, to be raised.
Go out! And be careful with telephone.
Well.
Think about yourself, Snegirev, about yourself!
Think about yourself, about yourself...
Think about yourself, about yourself...
Think about yourself, Snegirev!
About yourself.
How long I haven't been here!
But the sekretaire?
You had the sekretaire here.
I got it to