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The land of love, it does entice,
It does entice,
The only place one can be happy.
But we're no more in grace,
You never come, you lie without
ending.
I realized that love's the place
Where everyone is just pretending.
It's not my fault, but my bad lot
That I'm a model of believing.
The land of love is just a fraud,
It's just a fraud,
With every citizen deceiving.
Why cry? Why feel unsafe?
Why smile at you with no reason?
The land of love means no faith,
Where every man commits a treason.
But grass will grow with new swing,
In spite of all that may mishappen.
The love land is the land of spring,
The land of spring,
The only place one can be happy,
One can be happy.
Charming!
- You sang beautifully.
- Thank you.
Champagne, ladies and gentlemen!
I think I'm going to cry.
He just proposed to me.
Who is that man, Gulyaev?
A bank director.
I think he's from Moscow.
Disgusting!
The man throws his money around.
Nowadays it's impossible
to live without a carriage.
- Absolutely.
- You must buy one.
Where will we get the money?
We mortgaged our house.
If you try to influence your
daughter, Larissa Dmitrievna...
Here, six hundred rubles.
You can buy a good carriage.
God forbid, I can't take it...
Take it, it's nothing.
If Larissa Dmitrievna
accepts my proposal...
I've got great plans.
- And here's an ace for you.
- You won, Father.
The hen pecks grain after grain.
Olga wrote us from Tiflis.
She's very unhappy there.
Very unhappy.
What am I living for?
I just don't know.
And here is my surprise.
Come in here. Let's have some music!
Larissa Dmitrievna!
Come on, music!
Gentlemen, let's ask Larissa
Dmitrievna to dance for us.
Yes, let her dance!
I'm sick of them all.
Larissa Dmitrievna, my goddess,
I'm waiting!
We beg you.
- No, I don't want to.
- You should.
- I don't feel like it...
- Show your talent!
Please, do it for me, dear.
You gorgeous woman!
I beg you, show your talent!
Stop it, ladies and gentlemen.
- Are you Mister Gulyaev?
- Yes...
- You're under arrest.
- Why?
I'm sure you know why.
Wait a minute.
Mr. Gulyaev is director of a bank.
A cashier. He went off with
everything in the safe.
Goodbye, everyone. That was my
swan song. Don't blame me.
And who will pay us for the music?
Next time.
My hands are not free now.
You may carry on, ladies and
gentlemen.
What a scandal!
Here, take this.
Kharita Ignatievna, may I be
of any help to you?
Thank you, Vassya.
But what can you do now?
First it was Paratov who drove all
the suitors away and disappeared.
And now it's this horrible cashier...
We can't go anywhere,
everyone points a finger at us.
I don't care anymore.
I don't feel anything.
Everything has been just like
a dream for a long time.
Don't worry, darling.
We'll make a new start.
It's no use.
I sacrifice everything I have.
I try as hard as I can.
And I'm not that old,
I still could find myself a good man.
Then find one, mother.
I've been humiliated enough.
It's better to be humiliated in youth
and be respected all your life.
But that's living a lie!
Yes. There's no point in playing
innocent in our situation.
All right. I'll marry the first man
who asks me.
I won't even bother to find out
if he's rich or poor.
Well, it's your choice...
Just one kopeck, please...
I wish somebody gave me a kopeck.
- Get in, mama.
- No, you go first.
Let me help you.
Give me your hand.
Thank you, mama.
Let's go, coachman!
I guess my fate is here.
What?
It's fantastic!
Do you like it?
It's wonderful!
Wrap it up, please,
in a nice box.
Very well, sir.
You're naughty. That's not allowed!
Madame, I'm going to deliver this.
- Larissa Dmitrievna...
- No!..
I'll do it.
I haven't yet got one tender
gesture from you.
Later, Yuli Kapitonovich.
That's 60 rubles, please.
Sweetheart, why don't you go
for a walk while I pay this.
You said it was 50 before.
We used Brussels lace,
applied some fantasy,
that's