welcome. You've changed.
Your beard is gone.
It makes you look younger,
although you're older, too.
And you look the same as ever,
auntie. Even better.
- I swear it!
- You're so cunning!
Sergey Sergeyevich, my dear!
Why did you go away so suddenly?
I received an unpleasant telegram.
I was forced to rush and try
to save my property.
I had big losses.
However, I keep up a good moral
and haven't lost my sense of humor.
I can see that.
Well, one can lose and win
at the same time.
What are you planning to win?
I would like to pay my respects
to Larissa Dmitrievna.
I'm not sure if Larissa Dmitrievna
would like to see you...
Is she in?
In the garden.
Thank you, auntie.
What a devil!
Don't you recognize me?
You didn't expect me.
I stopped expecting you long ago.
Why did you stop?
You disappeared so suddenly...
You didn't even write to me.
I couldn't find anything nice
to write about.
That's what I thought.
You're getting married, aren't you?
Let me ask you something.
Did you wait a long time?
Do you really care?
What interests me is
a theoretical question,
which is how long
can a woman love anyone
before she forgets him?
One day after they're separated?
A week? Or maybe a month?
I'm not going to tell you.
You may think whatever you like.
I will always think of you
with the deepest respect.
However, I'm not going to respect
women in general
after what you've done.
What have I done?
You don't understand anything.
I understand you're getting
married...
I am forced to do it.
Larissa, I feel guilty. I was...
What? You were what?
What did you want to say?
I wanted to ask you...
Larissa, did you forget me?
Say it to me now!
Please, tell me. I beg you.
Do you love me?
Tell me...
Of course, I do.
There's no point in asking.
Thank you.
If you preferred another to me...
You would have offended me
very much.
I trust you will not abuse
my sincerity.
I wouldn't do that, Larissa.
I have certain principles.
Marriage for me is a sacred thing.
Anyway...
I've known you so long, and I think
that your future husband
has many good points.
He only has one good point.
Not much, is it?
But it's a precious one.
What is that point?
He's in love with me.
- Why are you running?
- Let me pass...
Let me introduce you.
Yuli Kapitonovich, the fiance...
But we know each other.
I'm an old friend of the Ogoudalovs.
How are you?
Nice to meet you.
You're not jealous?
I trust that Larissa Dmitrievna
won't give any cause for it.
Those who are jealous often don't
have any reason to be jealous.
I can guarantee Yuli Kapitonovich
will never feel jealous.
Yes, I think so.
Though if you...
Yes, it would be a horrible thing
to live with.
Gentlemen, what are you talking
about? Let's change the subject.
Yuli Kapitonovich and I are
leaving soon for the country.
Leaving this wonderful place?
I don't see what you find
so wonderful here.
Well, different strokes for
different folks.
Some like the city, while others
prefer the country.
You know the saying.
One loves watermelons and
the other loves pig's knuckles.
How do you know so many sayings?
I used to mix with barge haulers
who taught me the Russian language.
Imagine, learning the Russian
language from barge haulers!
And why not?
- Because we consider them...
- Who is "we"?
We, the educated people,
and not some barge haulers.
And what do you think the barge
haulers are?
I must stand up for them.
When you come to think of it,
I'm a barge hauler myself.
We consider them an example
of ignorance.
What else, Mister Karandyshev?
Nothing. I've nothing to add.
I do, however.
We're not finished yet.
You owe me an apology.
Me? Apologize to you?
Gentlemen, enough now...
Don't worry. I won't challenge him
to a duel. Not for that.
Your fiance will live this time.
I'm just going to teach him
a lesson.
As a rule I never forgive anyone.
Yuli Kapitonovich!
Apologize this instant!
I'm ordering you!