can't even get to the city.
To say nothing of Kamchatka.
And what about Siberia?
Let's have some wine.
- What?
- Let's have some wine.
Oh, God, how happy I am!
Voltaire, you and Maman,
I need nothing more in my life.
No, Glinka, too.
And nothing more.
Your Excellency!
We drew up a telegram to the Gypsies.
Mitka ran to send it.
All right, you may go.
Mikhail Vassilyevich!
Mikhail Vassilyevich...
- Vassya...
- I'm Petya.
Never mind, go take a walk.
Porfiry Semyonovich proposed to me
last winter.
We so much look forward to the summer,
then we can't wait when it ends.
Are you listening?
I've been asked to marry.
I'll get rich, learn how to mow,
and make a donation to your school.
Do you think I should sink
to such baseness?
Do it, sink.
What do you mean? To get married
without love? Is that your advice?
You want to marry me off?
You're avoiding me.
We haven't seen each other this whole
winter...
What's the matter?
Look, you're an intelligent, kind,
merciful woman.
Let's forget everything.
Let's be friends.
Besides,
I'm sort of married.
Now you're talking
of your wife!
You think I'm blind?
What was it between you and Sophia?
You two parted as friends, too?
I know only too well your sinful soul.
Without me, it will be the end of you,
Platonov.
I wonder, will we really be able,
in dozens of years, to laugh
and shed senile tears
over these days?
Then the earth will swallow us up, and
our names will be obscured with fog.
And out of the fog comes Yasha.
Your Excellency,
everything is ready.
Why do you butt in the conversation,
you fool?
You told me yourself to report
when everything's ready.
And who the real fool is,
that's Mister Doctor.
He set fire to Mister Petrin's
newspaper.
Get out of here!
You must be going mad.
You have me!
What else do you want?
Ladies and gentlemen, please
come to the house!
The promised surprise!
Please, everybody to the house!
Lf, say, Richard the Lion-Hearted
is brave, magnanimous, noble,
then all that should be preserved.
Marry a princess
who is also noble,
and pass all the brain's convolutions
and bumps on to your children.
But if the cook's kids with grubby
faces find their way into your family,
that will be the end to nobility.
Well, we're here now.
And what's this, under the shawl?
Aha, that's the surprise!
A magnificent intrigue!
No smell...
Don't touch what's not yours!
Misha, our Kolka began to talk when
he was only one, didn't he?
And Shcherbuk never stops talking
even at sixty.
I adore children!
Ladies and gentlemen!
I've made a decision.
Tomorrow morning
I'll go to the village
and feed peasant infants from
the bottle while their mothers mow.
Alexandra Ivanovna, will you join me?
Anna Petrovna, what about you?
When we get up tomorrow,
they'll already finish mowing.
We can go to bed earlier.
We won't be able to,
the Gypsies are not here yet.
Yakov, have you sent a telegram
to the Gypsies?
Yakov!
Yakov!
What about the Gypsies?
I told you, we sent a telegram
to the city restaurant.
Scoundrel, you again smell
of my perfume.
It's Mitka who's the scoundrel,
he drinks it.
Shut up. Where's Zakhar?
Downstairs.
Find him and take this thing
downstairs.
You should bring your son here one
day and show him to us.
Alexandra Ivanovna tells us wonders
about his abilities.
She exaggerates. All children are
alike. The parents are different.
From different parents
children must be different, too.
Quiet, everybody!
And now the surprise!
Zakhar! Yakov! Open it!
A piano!
Quiet!
Zakhar!
Itjust can't be.
Zakhar!
Why in the rooms? Let's do it outside!
Easy. Careful.
There.
What's the matter?
What's wrong?
I'm sorry, Mishenka...
What is it with you, Sasha?
Come on, for God's sake.
I got scared.
And it's hot in here, my head...
If you have a headache, you should've
stayed home instead of rushing here.
And take this hat off.
I can't bear the sight of it!
That's a good