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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.
Messrs. Duellists, step to me.
Mr. Vakhlakov, you shoot the
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
Are you alive?
It's nothing, I'm wounded in the
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
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 himself?
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
Mr. Marusin! 1... 2... 3!
Andrey. My God, what's wrong with
Put him on the ground.
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.
- You're so heavy.
- Yes, I'm quite awkward.
- Did I kill him?
- No, he's alive.
Take your trousers off.
My sunshine... my precious.
I'm left like a sorry orphan.
The blood!
Enough wailing, dress my arm.
I'm bleeding to death.
Is anything else hit, apart from
the leg?
- Everything's fine.
- Thank God. I'll dress him.
Give me something. What should I
dress your wound with?
A skirt, in a moment. Damn this skirt.
- I'm not afraid with you.
Please be patient, honey.
My love, I adore you. I can't live without you.
My happiness...
- Bear with it.
- I'll be fine at the wedding.
What wedding?
Aglaya Nikitichna!
Be my wife! I ask you.
I beg you!
I'll take you to my place.
I'll banish Philip to hell.
It's my house.
I'll cure you...
I'll... Oh how I'll cure you!
I'll be your wife.
You turned everything
into a joke
And you started
your bitter reproaches
Then you shook
your beautiful head
And wiped your tears
with a kerchief.
You laughed teasing me
with your teeth
Suddenly forgetting everything
Then you remembered,
just as suddenly
And cried,
losing all your hair-pins.
You turned ugly and went away
Then came back,
as if waiting for something
You cursed me,
turning your back on me
Then you left for good,
as I felt it.
Well, it's time to get back
to business
The ancient business of mine
Could the life go away
for good, too
Rustling just like your dress?
The Epilogue
Y'know, Stepan, I'd sure like to
fire a gun.
- What? Now?
- Why should we postpone it?
We've got to celebrate the new
free life with the artillery salute.
But the city's asleep. We'll wake
them and be

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