He won't touch you.
Pavel Petrovich, my dear,
how are you?
Well, my friends, where's the lady
whom my heart so yearns to see?
I have a suspicion, and even think
that she is that lady.
Pavel Petrovich Shcherbuk, our
neighbor, cavalier, guest and creditor.
Yes, a close friend
of the late general.
- Your hand... may I?
- Please don't.
We believe that the kissing of hands
humiliates women.
You wouldn't kiss a man's hand,
would you?
We deplore any form of inequality,
for at the bottom of any inequality
there's a sprout of humiliation...
Young man, you're a lawyer,
you haven't partaken any other
sciences but the humanities.
So you may harbor
the illusions of freedom,
equality, brotherhood, and so on.
As for me, I'm an incorrigible
Darwinist.
To me, "blue blood", "pure breed"
are nothing but empty words.
But it wasn't the cook's son who'd
given us sciences, literature, art!
Don't touch it!
In the village of Kostovaty there
was a hail the size of a chicken egg.
- Gerasim Kuzmich!
- Pavel Petrovich, how are you?
We're having a conversation here,
and you read aloud. It's undelicate.
By not having the cook's son
sitting at my table,
I'm protecting the best
there is on the earth,
I'm participating in the historical
process of natural selection.
She forgot about humiliation!
She forgot it!
What is permitted to Jupiter,
is not permitted to a steer.
Very interesting ideas.
Come visit us, and we can argue.
And while arguing, we'll arrive at
the truth together.
By the way, the Kalitins' dog sneezes
while pointing. Disgusting.
Papa, don't sleep. It's embarrassing!
I'm not sleeping, daughter.
I'm awake.
Awake.
Come on, stop it, I'm awake.
Mikhail Vassilyevich!
Mikhail Vassilyevich,
I was looking for you.
I came to apologize.
That silly interrogation and the tone
of it... You're not angry, are you?
I'm not angry at you.
I was, but no more.
Where does that door lead to?
To Heaven. To the Garden of Eden.
Pardon me, it was a stupid thing
to say.
I don't know where that door leads.
I'm leaving! And don't try to stop me!
I can't stand those jokes! And you!
You want me to tell them
how old you are?
Shut up! Then I'll tell them
about you and Mitya Kalezin!
- And don't drink any more!
- I'm leaving right this minute!
It's so awkward. We were
eavesdropping.
- I didn't hear anything.
- Let's get out of here.
- Do you remember the wharf?
- What?
That boat in the evening...
What was its name?
Why did we get so scared?
Its name was "Samara".
Why did you come here?
Why were you looking for me?
What do you want from me?
Don't you remember the lake?
And the dog under the bench?
Mikhail Vassilyevich, I...
You misunderstood me.
And the fog? The way it was lifting
from the sand, remember?
I'm begging you...
Please, Mikhail Vassilyevich...
Can you imagine what would've happened
if she had seen us here?
Oh, God! Have mercy!
I beg you, have pity for me.
Our past was beautiful, I often
recall it with pleasure, and...
But try to understand...
I... have no regrets, and...
I often think about you,
and I will always remember you.
But I will remember the former Misha.
In his panama, with a bundle of books,
with pockets full of tobacco.
And now you are
Mikhail Vassilyevich, the teacher.
You're married. And I...?
I'm Sophia Yegorovna, a married woman.
And I'm determined to do
something useful.
Serge very much supports me
in that.
Let the past be the past.
A student was in love with a girl,
the girl was in love with the student.
It's too old a story, let's not
mix it up with anything else.
Michel, wait! Where've you been? They
all got at each other's throats here!
Sophie!
Sophie! You know I was thinking...
Look, Germany and Belgium are small
countries, their people live close by,
and, therefore, philosophical ideas
are spreading around faster.
From one to another...
The same is in Holland, or England.
And take us. In the fall, or spring,
we