guard me, O Lord...
Katya! Hello!
Ilya Ilyich! What are you doing here?
Katya, tell me, is the young lady
asleep?
Good Lord, it's only half past five.
All right.
Katya, do you want a copper?
- What are you saying, Ilya Ilyich?
- Here, take it.
Miss!
What are you doing here, insane man?
Have you been sitting in the rain
all night?
And you, Olga, have you slept?
So you grudge me my sleep?
No, I seemed to have been talking
to you all night.
My darling.
It was raining at night.
It was so damp in the garden,
with streams running down the paths.
I hid in the gazebo.
And now the sun has dried everything.
Although there's still some water.
Why do you have my cup?
It's my aunt's present.
It's only six o'clock, isn't it?
Go to bed at once.
Ilya Ilyich, what is it?
Didn't you sleep all night?
I'm going to bed now.
Is it any good?
A real gentleman,
a clever and handsome man,
wandering heaven knows where
all night like a bandit,
not sleeping at home,
getting soaked in the rain.
Stop it, Zakhar.
Wake me up at two o'clock.
If a servant comes from the Ilyinskys',
say your master will be waiting for
the young lady at three in the park.
And don't muddle it.
Why? All right.
I tell you, don't muddle everything.
Zakhar!
So, you are awake.
- What time is it?
- Five o'clock.
Why haven't you woken me up?
I told you to!
Is it so easy to wake you up?
You were away from home all night.
Then you sleep like a navvy,
and scold me after that.
You are my undoing! The young lady
was waiting for me in the park!
She wasn't.
Her maid was here to say
they had visitors
and the young lady couldn't come
at three.
- What visitors?
- How do I know?
She said nothing else?
They wanted their cup back,
it was a present, they said.
I checked it, it was not one of ours,
so I gave it back.
All right, begone!
Will you sleep again? Well, it's
better than to sit in that dampness.
What dampness? Where?
The young lady and her guests
are having tea.
They asked you to come at four
to that... whatever is it called?
- The park?
- Yes.
Why didn't you tell me before,
murderer?
You didn't ask.
Anyway, it's past five already.
Give me my clothes!
Andre plays "The Morning Call"
beautifully.
Sir!
Look, our neighbours have brought us
a kitten.
You asked for one yesterday.
Shall we take it?
- Zakhar!
- Yes, sir?
I may be moving to town.
- We haven't a flat.
- Why, to the Vyborg side.
What's the good of moving from one
summer villa to another?
What's the attraction there?
It's uncomfortable here.
Moving again?
We've hardly recovered as it is.
You had better say what are we to do
with your new suitcases
which Andrei Ivanovich told you
to buy last winter?
We might as well sell them.
Have you gone off your head?
I'm going abroad in a few days.
Well, I am going.
What do you see so strange in that?
I am going and that's the end of it.
My passport is all ready.
It's been ready since last winter.
The next day,
Katya came twice
with an invitation for dinner
in honour of the guests.
In the evening they were going
to see the fireworks,
prepared by Pierre and Michel.
But Oblomov did not go,
sending instead Zakhar
to say that he had caught a chill,
had to drink a hot decoction
and stay at home.
Tell me something.
We have talked over everything,
there is nothing to tell.
Come, how can that be?
You had been to town.
Perhaps there is some news?
I suppose you read?
Yes, I do sometimes.
Or other people read and talk
and I listen.
The other day Alexei Spiridonovich's
son read aloud.
What did he read?
About the English, that they'd brought
rifles and gunpowder somewhere.
Alexei Spiridonovich said
there was going to be a war.
Where did they bring it to?
It was to Spain or to India,
I don't remember.
Only the ambassador was very much
displeased.
What ambassador?
That I have forgotten!
What other news is there in politics?
The earth is cooling down:
One day it