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You should be in a madhouse!
You're jealous of a dog!
So I'm jealous, am I?
I already am in a madhouse!
- And Vita's a stupid name!
- Vita in Latin means life.
And we both have a dog's life!
He sleeps with it, talks to it.
I really think he's cracked up.
- Where did you get that cigar?
- I was given it.
Wrong end.
He's trying to tell us
how bad we are.
- That even the dog is better.
- I think he really does love it.
It's living, it's warm.
He needs it. Don't move, Lionya.
Well I think he just
does it out of spite.
You may like dogs, Marga,
but he never has.
Isn't that right, Sonya?
Sonya...
Sonya!
- Thank God!
- Yes, that's right.
What are we doing in France?
They've bombed my factory.
I have a rich sister in Chicago.
When it's over, I'II go there.
She can support me somehow.
There's plenty food in America.
That dog of his is tiny,
but it could eat an elephant.
- Why an elephant?
- An elephant, or any damn thing!
But we have nothing to eat.
You can laugh if you like.
I'm beginning to understand
Ivan Alekseyevich.
I got this strange parcel.
Inside there was warm underwear
- A kind of vest and longjohns.
So out of curiosity
I tried them on.
In the dark I put both feet
in the same leg.
And I had this awful thought:
Supposing I were to die now?
This is how they'd find me.
With both legs stuck
in one leg of the longjohns!
Then I had a good laugh
and felt much better.
'Tell him that you love me,
that nothing will ever part us.'
She raised her wet face,
and suddenly we were kissing.
Clasping her close,
I led her to the couch,
mindful only of this moment.
From behind the study door
came a discreet cough.
Jan! Let me in. It's me.
Jan!
- What is it, Vera? What's wrong?
- Who are you talking to?
- Nobody.
- Don't lie. I heard you.
- I'm reading out a new story.
- Who to?
Her.
- The dog?
- Yes. Now leave us alone.
- Jan, you're not serious?
- Absolutely.
Jan, are you quite mad?
Not at all. I'm perfectly sane.
Now please leave us in peace.
- May I listen too?
- No.
- Please go away.
- I'll be quiet.
- Go away!
- He's gone mad! Lionya!
- Here I am. What is it?
- He's gone mad!
Calm down. Don't get upset.
On Friday Vita disappeared.
They looked for her all day.
In the evening, the neighbours
told us she'd been hit by a bus.
God, how awful!
Jan...
Jan, she's dying.
Vita...
poor little thing.
- Do something!
- What? -We can't do anything.
Sod the lot of you!
My little dog...
My little girl... Get out!
All of you! Little doggie...
I can't bear to look.
Do something.
Don't just stand there!
Do something!
We'll never save her.
We'd better shoot her.
Wait! I'll be back
in a minute.
Here.
Careful, it's loaded. Shoot it.
Go on, shoot!
I can't, Vera Nikolayevna.
Hold her.
- Marga, are you happy?
- No. I'm unhappy.
Drink this, Ivan Alekseyevich.
- Maybe I should pity you.
- Why? It's not that bad.
Swallow it, Ivan Alekseyevich.
Disgusting!
- Will it ever end, do you think?
- Of course it will.
- The Russians are near Berlin.
- I don't mean that.
Galia and I are going to America.
I've been offered a job.
Is this some sort of illness? Sonya
is going to America, now you...
Maybe Lionya and Vera
should go to America too.
I've lost everything, anyway.
Why go on living with me?
I won't get the Nobel again.
What do you think?
Try and sleep.
Marga, I can't do this.
Hold this, will you.
- I have to say goodbye to him.
- I told him everything, Galia.
I'm sorry. Don't be angry with me.
I'll write to you.
Ivan! Don't! Please don't!
Goodness, I can't see a thing!
- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.
What were they talking about
for so long? Never mind.
These glasses...
Jan says they make me look
like the old poet Tyutchev.
- Lionya, say something.
- Why are you wasting your life?
I don't understand.
Just serving him?
He doesn't even notice.
He doesn't need it.
You feel responsibility, pity.
That's why you can't leave him.
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