hadn't let me in, I would've given it.
No, today I can't come.
Tomorrow by the evening.
I see. Or maybe we better go?
The horses are good, my boss's horses.
I'd be much obliged.
I understand, but you know, Mister...
Gorokhov.
I can't go today. Tomorrow.
Or the day after at the latest.
Doctor, for Christ's sake,
I beg you, let's go.
I got it.
Excuse me.
You might have warned me that Doctor
is busy. I wouldn't have bothered him.
Now he may not come at all.
- This way out, Mr. Gorokhov.
- Sorry.
May I put it here?
Kolia, why didn't you go with him?
Please, spare me your moralizing.
Try to be human.
Get used to the idea that I'm like
a brick wall, with you up against it.
She may be very ill, and you remain
here? It's not good.
It's none of your business.
You're too little to interfere.
Don't you dare speaking in that tone
to my wife! Loafer!
You're the only doctor
in the neighborhood!
People beg you, as if for alms,
for what you're supposed to give them.
You should treasure every opportunity
to help thy neighbor.
- You want me to go?
- Yes!
Very well, I'll go after dinner.
But you know...
as for you, Michel,
you're not the most
conscientious teacher
I've met in my life either.
So I'm to blame, right?
I'm sorry.
So since I'm a bad teacher, you can
afford not to visit your patients?
Let them all die while you go on
partying and drinking vodka!
Only I've neither finished university,
nor taken anyone else's place.
And you did finish it,
so please act in kind.
Excuse me, I...
Ladies and gentlemen, will you please
all drink to my health?
- Sergel, where are you?
- Coming!
You know, the village constable
told me the other day
that earthquakes happen
because of water evaporation.
It seems that some Germans made
that discovery, and they said
that only metalloids could save us.
You'd better take a nap, father.
And you, Kolia, stop laughing.
Sleep is an amazing miracle of nature
that rejuvenates man's energy.
Perhaps I've lived that long
because I sleep so often.
Here, I found it! Listen!
"Russia is a vast plain
where a dashing man is rushing".
Isn't that something?
But who is that dashing man?
The representative of blue blood.
Precisely!
All the best
the humanity possesses,
it owes to
the representatives of blue blood!
And what do we do now? Fraternize
with the trash, with the publicans.
Civilization is in danger!
There're no ideas or ideals left!
In no time the grubby-faced
will gobble up everything.
The grubby-faced!
The grubby-faced all around, my God!
Where are the representatives
of our high-class aristocracy?
Where are Pushkins, Lermontovs,
Gogols, Goncharovs, Turgenevs?!
- Goncharov was a merchant.
- Yes, that's right! What?
Goncharov was a merchant.
Exceptions only prove the rule.
Besides, it's a debatable issue
whether your Goncharov was a genius.
The catastrophe is imminent!
And in the face of that catastrophe,
we must unite,
while it's not too late,
and strike against
our common enemy.
Let me face the grubby-faced
not as Pavel Shcherbuk,
but as Richard the Lion-Hearted.
Enough of playing softies with them!
Let's say it right to their mugs:
Hands off!
The cobbler should stick to his last!
Right to their mugs!
- Please count me out.
- Why's that, I wonder?
Because my father
was a common workman.
And if it doesn't please anybody here,
I can leave.
However, everything you have here
was bought with my money.
The fireworks, the cannon,
even the piano plays for my money.
And you go on living only because
I, the grubby-faced, is alive!
Do you get it, Pavel Petrovich?
All you can do is teach how to live,
to believe, to rule the people.
But you yourselves, are you living?
Are you believing? No!
You, Pavel Petrovich, what are you
so proud of? Your blue blood?
But no one will feed you for that
today.
You have to know how to do something.
And what can you do? Yell like a deer?
You're good for nothing, my