Sophie, relax. I'll send my seconds to you. Does the insulted husband want to challenge me too? The insulted husband doesn't want to get soiled. Initially, the husband saw red, he was insulted and cuckolded. Philip, how can you saw this? I'm not Philip, I'm Filbert. A filbert. The phonograph! Really, Vakhlakov... you're a regular bastard. A curious plot, come to think of it, for a tear-jerking motion picture. I could hardly find it, it being so early. Had to wake the weapons store owner. - Why is it only one? - He didn't have a couple. What shall we do, gentlemen? On case of a duel, the weapons should be the same. You can fight it with only one pistol. - The police took mine. - We'll take turns. Then I'm the first to shoot. As an insulted party. You'll draw lots. - A swell thing. - I'll test it. The duel was special, ladies attended. You could hit me, you know. I could. Appreciate it that I missed. The pistol is fine. - So that's what you are. Yes, I'm this way. Let's start. Mr. Turgin, count 20 steps. 20, precisely. Forgive me, it's the devil's work. Speak well of me. I'm guilty all around. Go away! I wish you were hit, traitor. I'm expecting the child, the heir, and you... You're such a rascal. I can't see you anymore. Farewell. Philip, why don't you defend my honor? I'm your wife, not Pavel Petrovich's. They defend the honor of those who have it. - Don't you dare insult Aglaya Nikitichna. I'll fight you after Vakhlakov! - I would advise against it, my birdie. You're so... wonderful. It's like I really see you for the first time. It hurts! Aglaya's soul was again inflamed with the feelings not yet spent. Do you really love me? - Who, me? Yes, no, I don't know... But I do! Try to stay alive. I'm yours. My life belongs to you from now on. What's wrong with you? Do you feel unwell? I'm not myself with happiness. My love! - Sorry to trouble you. - What's the problem? Practically none. The business comes first, then the pleasures. My God! Forgive me, love, I'll come back to you. - Put your glasses on, you've got to aim. - Oh, thank you. Godspeed. Messrs. Duellists, step to me. Mr. Vakhlakov, you shoot the first. Take your positions. - Mr. Vakhlakov, you shoot on the count 3. - I know! The Baltic seagull. For luck. 1... 2... 3! Wait, Aglaya, the duel's not over yet. Are you alive? It's nothing, I'm wounded in the leg. Aglaya Nikitichna, my happiness, don't worry. Give me the pistol, it's my turn now. Back to your place. Now you'll be fired at. Don't you know the duels were legally banned? Should've thought of it before. Now it's his turn. I forgot to mention, I'm the principal opponent of duels. It's ridiculous to settle arguments by a stray bullet. It's a shame. Any reasonable man would agree with me. We'll make you stand against the bullet! It's a shame. Any reasonable man would agree with me. Now it's his turn. You were the first to shoot. It's stupid to die as you meet a random bullet. Don't touch him! You can't make him, it's mean. Freeze! No, you won't escape! You don't have a right. I won't do it! You won't escape your destiny. Here's a line in front of you. You can't step over it. Shoot, you murderer! Mr. Marusin, you're shooting on the count 3. Get up, malingerer! So you're a coward, my good man. Freeze! Pull yourself together. Shame on you. 1... 2... 3! Has he soiled himsel Get up, nobody. We'll get you under the bullet. Zakharych, prop your master. Stepan, help him. Master, dear, don't do it. It's a shame! Everyone knows you in the city. For Christ's sake, stop. This is a manly and noble business. Mr. Marusin! 1... 2... 3! Killed. Andrey. My God, what's wrong with him? Put him on the ground. Killed. Let the doctor through. Hold on, I'm with you. The idiot! I have my arm shot. How are you? Got to stop the bleeding. Do you hurt? - I'll put the bandage on. - Forgive me. ------------------------------ Читайте также: - текст Набалдашник и метла на английском - текст Алиса в Зазеркалье на английском - текст Дюна на английском - текст Говард-утка на английском - текст Бумер. Фильм второй на английском |