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Sharikov, by God.
Aha, so you realize now, do you? Well, I
realized it ten days after the operation.
Now then, that Shvonder
is the greatest fool!
Right now he's doing all he can
to turn Sharikov against me...
...not realizing that if someone
were in his turn to set Sharikov
against Shvonder himself...
...there'll soon be nothing left of
Shvonder but the bones and the beak.
Just think of the way he goes about cats.
A man with the heart of a dog.
Oh, no, don't insult the dog...
I assure you that his reaction
to cats is purely temporary.
The whole horror is that he now has
a human heart, not a dog's heart.
And about the rottenest heart
in all creation!
- I shall kill him.
- Help!
- What is it?
- Mommy! Help!
- What are you doing, bastard?
- Darya, let go.
Just look at our precious visitor
Telegraph Telegraphovich, Professor!
I've been married, I don't care.
But Zina's an innocent girl...
It was a good thing I woke up!
Darya Petrovna, please forgive us.
Darya, we are young.
Doctor! I forbid you!
- Doctor!
- You haven't any right to fight.
Ok. OK. Just wait till morning.
Bormenthal, let go! Where are you
taking me? I can walk myself.
- I'll fix a little show for him when he
sobers up. - Philipovich, you tell him.
I warn you Egorovna, if you go on
burning parquet in the stove
I'll move you all out. That's it.
Yes?
Excuse me, do you happen to know where
monsieur Sharikov is at the moment?
Is he not at home?
He's gone. What a fool I am not
to have locked the door!
Look for him yourself.
I'm not his guardian, am I?
All the more so because your
Sharikov is a scoundrel.
Yesterday in the office of the house
committee he took 7 roubles
to buy textbooks.
The dog!
I can well imagine what is going on
out there. I can imagine.
He stole three bottles of ash berry
vodka and borrowed three and
a half roubles from me.
You deserved it. You well knew
what sort of a guy he was.
Sure I did. No need to bring
stray dogs into the flat.
We must inform the militia at once.
- I, Philip Philipovich, have taken up
an official post. - Give me the paper.
The presenter of this Polygraph
Plygraphovich Sharikov...
...is truly employed as head
of the sub-department for the control
of stray animals...
...(cats etc.) in Moscow.
So, who got you the job?
But I suppose I can guess.
Yes of course, Shvonder.
Forgive my asking, but why are you
giving off such a revolting smell?
Well, it does smell -
that's because of my job.
I spent all yesterday
strangling cats, cats, cats.
Strangling, strangling, strangling.
- Help!
- Ivan Arnoldovich.
Don't worry, Philip Philipovich,
I shan't do anything violent.
Zina and Darya Petrovna!
Repeat after me: Forgive me
Darya Petrovna and Zinaida...
- Zinaida..?
- Prokofievna.
...Prokofievna, for my disgusting prank
the other night in a state of intoxication.
- This will never happen again!
- Never.
- Let him go, you'll strangle him.
- Let him go, Ivan Arnoldovich.
Now mind the following.
You've come back to
Philip Philipovich's flat.
- Have you?
- Where else can I go?
Very well. You will be as good
as gold and as quiet as a mouse.
Otherwise, you will have to reckon
with me each time you misbehave.
Got it?
Yes.
What do you do with them...
the dead cats?
They'll make overcoats of them.
They'll make squirrels out of them
and sell them to workers on credit.
Come in.
Don't be shy.
What are you waiting for, come in.
Take off your coat.
- Who is this?
- Me and her's getting married.
She's our typist. She's coming
to live with me.
Bormenthal will have to be moved out
of the reception room.
He's got a flat of his own.
May I ask you to step into
my study for a moment?
- I'm coming with her.
- I beg your pardon.
The Professor wants to talk to the lady,
and you and I are going to stay here.
- I won't!
- No, I'm sorry.
He told me he'd been
wounded in battle.
He's lying.
I'm genuinely sorry for you,
but you know

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