- Leave me alone! Go away!
- I don't believe you, Mademoiselle!
Shut up!
I hate you!
Is it true?
It's true, Jean,
I want to be your wife.
No one can suspect me of
mercenary intentions now.
Even those at the fashion house
where I still work.
Your purse, Mademoiselle.
Listen... Listen, Jean...
Thank you, Pauline.
But I'm not worthy of your love.
You will meet someone you'll love.
You're going to be happy.
Forget about me!
Forget me forever!
Jean!
Jean, don't dare saying that!
I'll never be happy without you!
It's all over for me!
Goodbye!
I'll live in peace, and as the death
angel cometh, I'll hold out my hands...
Mademoiselle, it's dawn already.
The mistress asks you to come in.
She wasn't receiving you,
because they dined all night.
...I want to save a place
for a man
to whom I'll be inseparably
tied forever.
Oh, my dear friend! What torments
of grief my heart has experienced!
Oh, my lord, that's the end,
very soon my brother
will be united in wedlock
with Miss Clementine!
Poor Henriette!
What a lot for a maiden
whose beauty adorns
the Universe...
I'm very sorry, Madame,
but I must tell you that your son
is imprisoned in a fortress.
Mademoiselle is saying
that His Excellency Ivan Alexandrovich
is in a fortress.
He must have gotten into debts again?
Madame... Madame...
His life is in danger.
Listen to what he's written!
"I don't even have a pin at hand,
with which to put an end to my
existence."
Ivan Alexandrovich wants
to kill himself.
That will make our relatives so happy,
they will get everything, scoundrels.
Only you can afford to buy
a foreign passport for your son.
And I'll arrange everything else.
Yes, the passport, the master
must flee...
My son? A fugitive?
That will never be!
Your answer is fit for the Romans,
but their time has gone.
Jean is a child.
Ivan Alexandrovich is a little child.
Some child, to have picked up
that masonic pest from the French
and wanting to marry a French woman.
Aren't you that French woman?
Strengthen us, O Lord, in our
infirmity.
I was pierced to the bottom of my
heart.
You should marry an English girl,
not the Italian one.
Don't make the choice
that may dishonor Clementine.
I've got a proud heart.
I want you to remember me
with affection.
Neither the summer heat,
nor the winter cold...
Mother, it's...
Mother, it's time for me to think
of building a family.
And my spirit was exalted...
Who told you to come to Moscow?
Mother, I've got a bride.
Will you please hear me out?
Well?.
Have you found her in St. Petersburg?
You saw her, but you probably don't
remember.
She works here,
at the French fashion house.
It was only I who knew you're a fool,
now the whole Moscow will know.
May your gracious hand
heal me.
Covering her delicate daughter
with endless kisses,
Marquise had moistened her
with her tears.
Mother, don't make me
go to extremes.
My intention is very well considered,
I won't give up.
Don't give up, you won't scare me.
You may marry even a peasant girl.
Are you depriving me of
my inheritance?
Clementine was fascinated by your
handsomeness. I don't deserve you...
- Mother, you mean you've cursed me?
- Get out!
You haven't given me your answer.
Fyodor!
Don't give horses to Ivan!
Let him get out of here on his own!
He takes after me,
not like Grishka.
At least I have somebody to leave
the inheritance to.
- Go and beg your mother...
- Listen, Fyodor...
Can one who's deprived of his
inheritance be called a bag of money?
Oh, no, master...
Is it really so, master? Oh, God...
That's the answer!
Wait!
Come on, catch her!
What does it mean?!
Leave me alone!
You abominable, dirty creatures!
Leave me alone!
Beasts!
Don't be angry.
You'll live here,
you'll marry a general,
and forget about my stupid son.
You know how many diamonds
you're wearing?
They are worth a hundred thousand,
or maybe even more.
I'll be giving balls.
Give back my dress.
So