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- Oh, you're here too?
Begging your pardon. How dared I...
I recant, I was revolting by the elevator.
I'm so tired of you, you can't
imagine.
Pasha, I could do without you and
your nagging.
How dare you speak to me like
this?
How dare you?
I'm the author of scientific treatises.
I'm a prominent ornithologist.
The British Academy of Sciences
elected me as its member.
I fight for flora and fauna.
I'll leave your house, you mean
people!
- What's wrong with you?
- It doesn't concern you, sit down please.
My honor, gentlemen.
- Paul, wait!
I haven't eaten anything here.
I read Averchenko on the State
Duma today.
They have some congregation.
He wrote, "There were as many people there,
as there are hairs on Purishkevich's
head". But he's completely bald.
God, they'll drive me insane
today.
I'm dying!
Call the doctor!
Fetch some water!
What are you giving me? It's vodka!
It's prob'ly left from the barking cabbie.
- Philip, don't leave me here!
- I never change my decisions.
- Did you hear, his wife is pregnant?
- Just heard it.
We should hide from her what's
going on. She doesn't suspect anything.
Hello, my gray dove.
What? I challenge you to a duel.
Choose your weapon, you dishonest perrson!
After you'd poked my face with
the broom, I'll choose the weapon!
You rascal!
Allow me, my good man.
- You plucked hoopoe!
- Lambic pentameter!
Pardon, I didn't aim at you.
I tried to take that nothing over
there.
No need to help me, I'll manage,
don't be in my way.
I'm drowning!
This rascal surely can't be back.
Don't make me mad!
- A bald partridge!
- I could kill you.
I'm terrible in my anger!
I'll kill you!
- Stop!
Paul, what are you doing?
The bulldog!
You're the woman of my dreams!
came back for you.
Do something!
I'll show you!
Bastards!
Sophie, I'm taking you with me,
you were born to be mine!
Watch your teeth, gentlemen.
Sophie, step aside, you're heavy.
Gentlemen, stop!
A police officer.
"Finita la comedia"
Mr. Vakhlakov,
You played a nasty joke on me.
You trip to Tver was an
invention.
Last night you were caught with
your pants down
indulged in adultery with the
spouse of Mr. Chuguyev.
How can it be? Incredible.
Jesus, do you have to make it
public?
What are you talking about?
It's impossible, it can't be true.
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

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