- You've spoilt my sleep. - I don't know what I was doing.
Give me the newspaper!
Where'd this newspaper come from?
Eh?
Water!
Of course, the gentleman wishes to drink.
Excuse me.
I heard music in my sleep.
It seemed to be a sonata.
As a child I used to listen to the music of the rain.
My mother said it was the angels singing...
and that only children could hear them.
She preferred to believe that a thunderstorm...
was angel song...
rather than a simple meteorological phenomenon.
If the poor woman had understood something so simple...
she wouldn't have prayed to God, but to electricity.
That would have been more useful.
We go on not knowing whether God helps us or not...
while electricity can power a dynamo.
Who is it?
You're all spying on me!
Good day, dear leader.
Good morning, Herr Askulap. Excuse my appearance.
You have circles under your eyes. Are you feeling well?
It seems to me I'm more than ill
but really half-dead.
I'm not just ill.
- I could die any moment. - What nonsense!
(in German) From the metaphysical point of view...
death is still an unproved fact.
That means
metaphysically...
it hasn't been demonstrated that death exists.
Let's see... 36 and a half.
What did I tell you? He's faking.
Please stand up!
Oh, you're naked...
- One arm here... - This arm...
Give me your hand.
Come on, get him dressed.
Now the head.
He has something of a fever.
What do you have there?
- No, I can do it by myself! - He doesn't want it!
Let go of me! By myself!
Go on out.
That's it!
All right, close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
Hold out your arm, very good.
Now with your index finger...
try to touch the tip of your nose.
I'm sorry but it appears I'm unable to.
The people can and you can't?
- And can you touch your nose? - Of course I can.
Look!
I knew it.
I'll reveal a secret, dear leader.
My whole right side is becoming paralytic.
And my left side isn't doing too well either.
It's enough to make you cry!
It fell. What do we do now?
We shall live in spite of all common sense.
Common sense?
Come on, let's go.
What is the point of this hopeless suffering?
There's always hope.
You don't know the diagnosis, yet you speak of hope.
Who says I don't know what ails you?
You have motor and sensory aphasia.
- What is aphasia? - Well, it's...
If I have aphasia, what do you have?
Me? I don't have anything.
Nonsense... Foolishness... Melancholy...
Melancholy? Why?
Because you know what's going to happen?
In 1919, a peasant told me:
"You will die of apoplexy...
because your neck is too short."
One must be tough to die of an apoplexy.
I don't know. Never tried it.
I'm sick of this damned dressing gown.
Help me, please, dear leader.
Will I be able to think once the paralysis is total?
Let go of me, for God's sake! Damn it!
You'll be able to think.
There is a precedent.
Once a bourgeois hurt his head...
- Should I take it away? - Wait.
...he went to see the doctor.
And the doctor found...
a screw in his head.
They operated and removed the screw.
Did he live long?
- What? - Did he live long?
He died instantly.
It turned out that the poor man...
couldn't live without that screw in his head.
Very Russian, yes.
A screw as an existential necessity.
It's possible to live even without a brain.
Sometimes, when they open the cranium...
they discover new humours.
But you don't have to worry about that.
You are our athlete of the intellect.
Your brain ought to be developed like a muscle.
Oh, how I'd love...
to be able to see your brain!
- Do you have a punch? - I have a saw.
Don't worry, you won't have to wait long.
No, no, no!
Soon you'll get better.
You're almost cured.
You'll get better.
Better? When?
In a month, perhaps two.
Can you be more precise?
More precise?
- To be... - You don't know anything!
To be more precise...
you will be better...
as soon as you can multiply 17...
and 22.
Yes, you heard right.
17...
and 22.
And...
your recuperation will be complete.
I guarantee it.
- Your temples are sweating. - That's easy...
- 17 and 22... - Perhaps it's a fever.
But if it's so easy...
17... Where's my pencil?
I'll figure it out it in a moment...
17 and 22...
Fedor!
Take the lamp.
That's it.
Turn off the light, Fedia.
That's it.
Good lad, you're learning.
Why do you speak to me in German?
17 and 22...
What does this symptom mean?
Here is an X, that signifies multiplication.
Signifies...
But how do I multiply it?
How do I multiply...?
Soon...
they will kill him.
An X, an X...
What are you thinking?
Is it Russian or German?
Since he's dying...
they will execute the sentence.
- Enough, enough already. - Shut the door!
- Well, perhaps they won't kill him. - Yes they will.
At most they'll strip him of his rights...
...and exile him. - Do you need me?
- Exile. - Shut the door!
Fedor!
Valentin Vikentievich, have you examined him? And?
Well, he's past the crisis.
If he wants, he may go hunting.
Then we'll go hunting.
Shura, dear, bring me the stool please.
- Why the scissors? - Just because.
- Go to your place. - All right.
Shut the door, I said!
I already did!
- Good day. - Good day.
- Very well, I'm coming. - Go.
Oh, Lamprei!
I'm sure you haven't slept well.
You're not going to be ill? Let me touch your forehead.
You're cold.
Excuse me, I must have a look.
Cow!
Good.
- Hello. - Hello.
Excuse me, that's all.
I've found out what you were asking...
about corporal punishment in Russia.
- Did you sleep well? - Very well, today we'll go hunting.
I jotted down what you wanted to know...
about the last hours of Marx.
We'll speak of Marx later.
What do they say about beatings?
About beatings?
I have it here:
"During the repression of the armed rebellion...
of the peasantry in 1831...
they would flog them initially on the left shoulder...
and then they alternated left and right.
Later they flogged them on the back.
The torturer would deliver...
20 or 30 blows.
Then he'd take out a bottle he'd stashed in the snow...
take a swig of vodka and return to his task.
When the victim would cease to shout or howl...
he would untie his hands and make him sniff the alcohol.
But it was too late.
After 50 hard blows...
the flesh was coming off of the bone."
Nonsense!
Flesh never comes off the bone due to a beating.
Yes, friend.
You've said nothing about the most important thing.
I don't understand it.
What don't you understand?
Listen: "It was decided...
to beat children from 10 to 14 only with a stick.
15 to 17 year-olds got lashes with the whip.
Sometimes they exempted...
those older than 70 from torture."
- What don't you understand? - Why did they exempt the old people?
Give me back the notebook.
How do you multiply 17 and 22?
How?
- You make a column. - A column?
What column?
What in the hell is a column?
You multiply by making columns if you want!
I refuse to multiply by making columns!
Give me the glasses, you'll break them!
Pakkoli, Piotr Petrovich, come quickly!
Stop scratching. Stop!
I'm here. What's going on?
Give me the glasses. Give me them!
- Are you Pakkoli? - Well yes, since you're not.
Of course I know I'm not Pakkoli.
But how do I know that you're Pakkoli?
I almost broke my glasses again.
Why is there no phone line to Moscow?
Because it's very humid.
Very.
The Russian climate is inimical to telephone communication.
Stone gets eroded...
and the same thing happens to telephone cables.
- Whose is this? - Mine.
What else do you want to know?
The internal telephone works.
You can call the garage.
The chauffeur is there.
The car is always ready.
Are we going?
Tell me the truth about the line to Moscow.
The truth is that today we have two appointments.
Do you want me to go on a hunger strike?
Or to hang myself in the lobby?
Is that what you want?
Why haven't I received any letters?
There's nothing to hang yourself from
and you don't receive letters because nobody writes.
- I'll hang myself from the screw. - What screw?
- Up! - No, don't get up!
Calm down!
Easy!
Be calm!
I'll baptize you in boiling water, Finnish dog!
- It's possible! - Everybody out!
17 and 22...
Multiply 17 and 22...
Multiply, multiply...
- Hello. - Hello.
- They're all so bad... - Why do you say that?
Wait, I'll help you.
Thanks, but I can do it on my own.
- You'll be comfortable like this. - Shura!
Shura!
Nobody wants you here.
Yes.
All right, well, I'm going.
Nadia, Nadia.
Oh, Masha, Masha...
What's this, Nadia?
Leave it. Come and sit down.
- Why are you shoving me? - I'm not shoving you.
Your glasses.
And I've sharpened the pencil.
Look at your appearance!
- I don't know if I should read it. - What? I can't hear you.
Should I read the letter from a starving engineer to him?
What engineer are you talking about?
If you want to help him, send him money.
But don't bring it before Volodia.
That's no good.
- What's not good? - Nothing.
You have to look after yourself first.
We don't even know who this engineer is.
When did Volodia last visit his mother's tomb?
He hasn't been there in 4 years!
I think...
...I think it was in 1918. - In 1918?
And you're talking about some engineer, for God's sake!
You have to get ready to go hunting.
Everything is ready.
Eh, lads!
What are you doing?
- What are you doing over there? - What...?
Go and help him!
You have no shame.
You'll have to give me the plate.
Don't take photos without my permission.
Move.
Move!
Shura!
Eh, Shura!
Shura!
I forgot. Yes... you already know.
I haven't gotten any sleep today, and surely you haven't either.
Sorry.
I told you not to take photos without my permission!
Give me the plate right now.
- Let's go. - We'll get in on the other side.
- The step is very low. - We're going hunting, right?
Yes, of course.
Why've you brought this?
What is it?
Don't shove me!
Be careful not to trip.
- Don't hurt yourself. - I can do it by myself.
Very well.
I've told you...
not to take photos without my permission.
- The step... - I see it!
Don't shove!
I'll destroy those plates!
Break it up!
Get away from the car.
Hurry up!
Give me the plates!
What's going on there?
Piotr Petrovich, don't leave the car unattended.
Come on, let's go!
I said get out of here!
I'll take care of him.
- He's going to find out! - You'll see!
What a heavy photographer!
Don't come any nearer.
Get away!
- Well, Piotr Petrovich. - Everything's in order.
What beautiful boots!
Let's go!
Don't come back to this house!
Stop, stop!
You need help.
Undo your buttons.
- Why? - So you won't be hot.
- But he's cold. - He's overheated!
Enough!
- Here, take it. - There's no need.
- What a fantastic rifle! - What?
- The rifle is very fine. - It's a present from the workers.
Let's go!
Come on, let's go!
Did you get it?
It got away.
- And now? - I don't know.
- Turn! - What's that?
Shoot straight.
It's snot.
Hold still a moment.
I have to get it out.
- It doesn't matter. - It's out.
What's that there, in the road?
I'm going to stop.
Let's see if we can move it aside.
What is it?
Nothing, a tree fell.
Pull it back, a little more.
Good lad.
- A little more. - Look at that tree!
That's good enough.
- They've already cleared it off. - Sit down!
Turn to the left, today we'll stop here.
There, there.
- Over there. - There?
- Why over there? - I don't know.
I'm getting down.
- How do you open it? - Let me help you.
- Very beautiful boots. - Let me help you.
- Turn of the engine? - Yes.
- Do you need help? - I'm already down.
Be careful.
- Give me your hand. - I can do it by myself.
Look over there.
I like this spot.
What's all this?
- It's fennel. - Fennel?
There's a lot of grass.
- And no one to but it. - We could cut it.
Come on, let's try it.
I'll do it alone.
Just me.
Here.
Here?
- Do you want to stop here? - Yes, yes.
- Here. - Why here?
Here, put it here.
- Help me. - Go to the car.
- Can we go? - Yes, thanks, we can manage.
You may go. We can manage alone.
Well, should we sit down?
All right, sit down.
But we're already seated.
It's very damp here.
No, it's not damp.
Perhaps I should have become a bee-keeper.
To give up everything for a honeycomb.
I had a country house on the Volga.
Cultivated fields, a river.
The peasants' livestock would graze the fields.
If I could begin again, without peasants.
Everything just the same, but without peasants.
Where will they be? Who knows.
Fresh air and a simple, rustic life.
- Should we try it? - Why not?
I will follow wherever you lead.
What did they say about the death of Marx?
Ah yes, wait.
Here.
"Normally they would remove the nose from the head.
Then they would brand with red-hot iron the living..."
- Branding? - Oh, sorry, that wasn't it.
Here it is:
"The 14th of March, Karl was much better.
He drank some wine and milk...
and ate some soup, but he began to turn pale.
His stomach was upset and he began to cough up blood.
He had trouble breathing.
So they sat him in front of the fireplace.
He was weak and it appeared he was sleeping.
His daughter went to find Engels
and she told him to go in silently.
When Engels and Lenchen came near Karl...
he was in the same position, but he wasn't breathing."
I've looked for information about his death for 5 years.
It's more important than it seems.
The fact that it was Engels says a lot.
Marx was still alive but Friedrich wasn't there.
He wasn't on duty. What was he doing?
I've been wanting to ask you a question for some time.
Do you mean to go on living after I've died?
- Why do you ask? - No reason, simple curiosity.
What do you think will happen?
Will the sun still rise?
Will there keep being so many perversions?
Or will it all come to an end, vanish, disappear?
Will the wind keep blowing?
Will it?
- Speak. - Yes, it will keep blowing.
Good. The wind will blow, the sun will rise.
The foolish proletariat will fight against the bourgeois swine.
Until it begins to vomit and cough up blood.
Enough is enough.
You have no idea what awaits you when I'm gone.
So afterwards everything will carry on the same.
Yes, everything will go on exactly as before.
That's marvellous. Hilarious.
So you haven't thought anything about it?
Thought? About what?
About life after me.
Last night there was a storm.
But the grass is dry.
Very well.
I've decided to ask the Party to give me poison.
- For what reason? - Because I can't do multiplication.
It's clear that this is only the beginning.
In a month I won't be able to remember my own name.
In two months, I'll have forgotten who I am.
Remember the Lafargues.
Two old people, two cadavers, hand in hand.
Someday will there be something that really moves the people?
Something other than total fear and ruthlessness?
Terror, to submit to the elements.
To teach the savages to live as humans.
And I am weak.
- I understand you. - What is it you understand?
Is it that you want to accompany me?
Because it will be good for the cause.
I don't know if it will be good for the cause.
I'm not obliged to know everything.
Don't get angry.
Come. Your cap.
It would be better for the cause to stay alive.
But one can't live forever.
- What? - Not forever.
Oh! I have a run in my stockings.
The universe endures, and God does too.
Eternity digs us a deep grave.
If eternity digs us a deep grave...
I think I'm staying here.
Look, I have a run in my stockings.
I'll carry on with your just cause.
Why are you moaning?
Where are you going?
Piotr Petrovich!
Piotr Petrovich, come back!
It wasn't my idea. I didn't want to come.
Onwards!
- Where are you? - Who?
- He's gone crawling off. - Who has?
- I see him, I see him! - Whom?
Well, you've come this far.
I'm already getting up.
I can do it alone, let go of me.
By yourself, of course.
Leave me to myself!
Why are you always pushing me about?
Careful! Don't take him like that.
I'm not too heavy?
All right, onwards!
All of this because of going hunting.
Why did he come unwillingly?
What's happened to him?
We're going back!
- What a most uncomfortable car! - It's worse...
- Because you can't talk on the highway. - Why is it so dark?
Representatives of the people.
They bring flowers.
For whom?
But they're children!
Children, they're children.
Go on.
Let go of my leg.
- What naughty children! - No pushing!
Me first.
- Piotr Petrovich, calm down. - How can I calm down?
What do we do with them?
- You! - Who, me?
- Why don't you give them a candy? - Do you have one?
I give you a candy.
No, thanks.
I said I give you a candy!
Is it sour?
I told you to take it off.
Are you feeling well?
Sit down and be quiet.
Good, come on.
By yourself.
Get up.
Little girl...
Come here, quickly!
Little barbarians!
Piotr Petrovich, how do you explain your behaviour?
I didn't think you could act this way.
What naughty children!
Shut the door!
Where are you going?
He's broken the wheel.
What's bothering you?
A button? Let's undo it.
We're taking it off. Calm.
Do you want to seal your death?
What did you call me?
You have a visitor today.
A very important one.
Get out of here, swine.
Go away!
Go away, barbarians!
Shut the door.
Why did you have to do that?
He doesn't want to see anybody.
It's important to feel alive, don't you think?
This is no good...
Don't you feed your men?
Go to the kitchen for some food.
Silence, peacefulness.
Turn left and go down the stairs.
Be careful on the stairs. It's dark.
How clean everything is. Oh, there you are.
Masha.
- Masha, I think that Volodia... - I can't hear you, Nadia.
Volodia's gone.
Where?
Again?
Again.
And with whom is he trying to abandon the people?
Masha, you ought to be ashamed.
What a shame, what a shame!
We've spoiled him, Nadia.
No, Masha, it's you who's been rude.
Always...
Have you noticed that when he talks to you...
he never calls you by your name?
He's hurt your feelings.
Yes.
He's offended you.
It's horrible. Horrible!
Terrible!
Of course it's terrible.
But in reality...
everything is as it should be.
I'll tell him...
that we're dumb animals or something like that.
End of Part One
LENFILM STUDIOS
TAURUS
Directed by ALEKSANDR SOKUROV
Part Two
Man should never be a child.
He ought to be born older.
I too could have had children.
What would I have done with them? I can't imagine.
Probably I would have thrashed them like little calves.
And where's the harm in giving a beating...
...to a little demon full of health...
...who thinks he's the center of the universe?
With those pink thighs, those little hands, and that tender flesh.
"'Don't be a little beast.
Don't distract serious people from their work."
Perhaps it's better not to have had children.
In any case, the grass is damp.
My tooth. What's going on?
What's that?
Let's go.
Good day.
Over here, please.
You already know the way.
Excuse me...
I didn't know you weren't in your room.
Pakkoli.
And what are you doing here?
Excuse me, but, what do you want to say?
What do I want to say?
May I pass?
Yes, of course.
Come, pass.
Straight ahead.
- Over there? - Yes.
Straight ahead.
- Good day. - Hello.
- Do you need help? - Do you have eye drops?
I have something in my eye.
It's a constriction of the blood vessels.
- Pardon. - Yes, of course.
Or a dilation.
If it's a constriction, you must dilate them.
- And vice-versa. - Effectively.
Masha!
Please let him look at your pupils.
Later.
You're pale. Put on some makeup.
Then, where is he?
Over here.
Will you eat with us?
- Not at this hour. - I don't mean right now.
Nadia, be careful.
- Over here, please. - Over there?
- Your bag. - Don't worry about it.
Wait down there.
It's me. Where are you hiding?
I'm here. Come here.
What beautiful boots you've got on.
I'm pleased you've come.
I have many questions.
Just a load of rubbish that I ought to turn into fertilizer.
I also have much for you.
This walking stick, for instance, is a gift from the Politburo.
We wanted to put an inscription on it:
"For an amazing teacher from his amazed students."
But it didn't pass the vote.
- There was one vote against it. - Trotsky?
Of course.
We're used to unanimity.
That's why there's no inscription.
My telephone hasn't had a signal in two weeks. Why?
What telephone?
One moment.
The telephone? Where?
- They've sabotaged the line. - I don't receive letters.
Because everybody's ill.
- Everybody? - The majority.
- Zurupa? - Yes.
- And comrade Gorbunov? - Him too.
- And Smilga? - He's been in bed for three days.
Send them to a hospital or a spa. There's nothing but filth!
I agree.
But you're not ill, are you?
- Me? - Your eyes are yellowish.
What treatment are you receiving?
I put on my felt cap and that's it.
What cap are you talking about?
What are you trying to say?
What made that sound?
Everybody's whispering. All the "benefactors". About you.
- They explained things to me. - When?
- Yesterday. - Yesterday?
They said to me: "You're like Ilich.
You've already taken his place."
And I told them: "What am I? A simple finger.
And he? He's a tower."
Nonsense. You and I are almost the same height.
What are we doing? What is the task of the revolution?
Humanism.
And what does humanism consist in? I don't know.
Not in placating the cowards, right?
But not to everybody.
That is senseless nonsense!
The hand!
Did you hear that phrase at university?
No.
- In vocational training. - No.
- Were you at the institute? - Never.
You've studied somewhere!
A wise man said:
"Give me a place to stand on, and I will move the Earth."
- I can't remember who it was. - Archimedes.
- Oh, yes, a Greek. - Archimedes was Georgian.
- Georgian? - Yes, Georgian.
And of what importance is a Georgian here?
What should we do?
I have a question for you.
When you came was there a fallen tree...
...blocking the road.
No.
Suppose there was.
What would you have done?
One solution would be to wait for it to rot away.
- How many years would it take? - Many long difficult years.
Certainly!
The second option would be to move it off the road.
Leave it to one side.
- There's a third solution. - What?
Destroy it with an axe.
Very good, destroy it!
- What are you doing over there? - Go away!
Only violence is left to us.
Violence is our place to stand on.
- The Party as well. - That's what I'm talking about!
Deficient farms, lice, illiteracy...
Then the members of the Politburo commit spelling errors.
I'm fed up with correcting documents!
Do they have to write them in Latin?
Famine every 7 years. The people drink and go mad before they're 30.
The university was founded 5 centuries late.
It's winter with or without snow.
Birds that fall dead from the harsh weather.
It's abominable!
I'm tired, and you're too excited.
I'm leaving.
- Don't you agree? - Of course.
Why have you deprived me of everything?
Me, who gave you liberty.
Not letters or the telephone. Everything's under your control.
Stop.
Calm down, I beg you.
- I'm all right. - Calm down.
I've decided to ask the Party for poison.
I got rid of the pistol. And the hunting shotgun.
The kitchen knives aren't sharp.
At the base of force, power cannot be lacking.
You're right.
Your request makes sense.
- Do you understand? - I understand perfectly.
Without a doubt...
we would be mistaken...
if we only shooed it away like a bothersome fly.
When, then?
I need to get the Politburo's opinion.
No later than that.
I can't wait forever.
We'll discuss it tomorrow...
We'll discuss it.
Trotsky will oppose it.
- Really? - Yes.
Get away!
I'm going.
Where?
A very beautiful place!
- May I get by... - Yes, of course.
How did it go?
You must take care of him. Your husband is a good man.
Yes, but...
Over here, please.
You lot, show me the house.
What a strange man.
What? Did you say something?
Let's go.
Mind the step.
- Careful on the stairs. - But let me do it alone.
Just me!
Fine present, this walking stick.
Ah, it's you!
Come here!
Where is my watch cap?
I don't see it.
Don't walk all over me.
- Does the telephone work? - Yes.
- Looking for something? - Get out of the way.
It's dark, let's go. Careful, mind the step.
What step?
This way, please.
You, straight ahead.
- You too, go. - Yes, sir.
Your raincoat.
Of course.
Once they explained to me...
that some soldiers used to pull out the livers of their enemies...
to eat them and their children.
It's all progress.
It's a classical tragic motive, as in Aeschylus.
How is that?
Why?
It will come to be that whoever can't kill another person...
will have to give up his own life.
Even that would be too unfair.
Dinner will be ready in 15 minutes!
- Did you hear me? - I'm coming now, dear, coming.
Don't be late!
Living with a woman is a real torture.
Living with two is a catastrophe.
Straight ahead.
I can do it by myself.
What's going on here?
It's sunny out and the light's on.
- We're testing the current. - In the day?
Sit down!
- It's not bad. - Certainly.
I can sit down by myself. Have a seat yourself.
Thank you. I'll sit by your side.
Thank you.
- Are you comfortable? - The light...
- Are you comfortable? - I'm fine.
Marvellous. How it hangs...
Shura, hurry up, please.
Come!
Ah, Shura, dear, here...
Shura, dear!
Here's the soup.
- Do you wish to eat with us? - No, you know that I am fasting.
You see? He's right, you're ill too.
You're always right.
- I'm fine. - Very well.
She, she...
- All right. - Masha, give me your plate.
- More? - No, thanks.
- Sure you don't want more? - No, thanks.
- Take this spoon. - Thanks.
Who was that?
The Secretary General of the Party.
He has character.
You said it.
Who chose him for the job?
But it was you!
What is he, a Georgian?
Perhaps.
The truth is nobody knows where he's from.
I thought he was Georgian.
And now it turns out he's not.
Shura, take away the plates.
The soup is magnificent.
Without doubt it's an expensive spoon.
- What's this, in the soup? - Where?
- A finger? - What's a finger? It's a pea.
A pea.
Jewish, perhaps?
- What? The pea? - No, that man, the visitor.
No, he's not Jewish.
Careful that you don't choke yourself, God doesn't want that.
So he's neither Georgian nor Jew. Too bad.
I could have come to an agreement with a Jew.
- Is it porcelain? - Yes, porcelain.
- What's his family name? - Whose?
That man's, the visitor's.
Are you going to eat your soup?
I don't want to eat.
A harsh name.
We all have harsh names...
Kamenev, Rikov, Molotov...
Who are they trying to scare?
Why are you all so quiet?
Who are they trying to scare?
Shura, dear, sit here!
Sit here with us.
Why is the light on?
Calm down and be careful. It belongs to the people.
The people?
This belongs to the people?
Careful.
The walking stick.
Nadia, please, don't interfere.
Volodia, I want to speak with you.
About what?
The walking stick.
I want to speak with you.
Careful...
I heard that you've asked for poison.
My situation is catastrophic.
Volodia, who's to blame but you yourself?
Your ego is boundless.
Remember how big your family is.
How many people depend on you.
Not so many people, Masha.
You've completely forgotten about Dimo.
Volodia, you have to feed your own.
They can't live on dry biscuits alone!
- Of course, they're palm trees. - Yes, they're palm trees.
But there are none in Russia. They've been imported here.
How much should they cost?
It's all the same.
What matters is your egoism and your madness.
I want you to understand that I'm not going to let you go.
Why did Lafargue hate Lassalle?
Why did Feuerbach hate Lassalle?
- They hated Lassalle... - What are you trying to say?
...because he was rich.
And Feuerbach hated Lafargue...
because he envied his wealth.
The spoon!
How much does this spoon cost?
And the tablecloth! And the sculptures!
The lamp! A crystal lamp!
The people are dying of hunger...
and we're swimming in plenty!
The shame!
But all this is not our property.
Then whose is it?
It was expropriated.
- Expro... what? - Stolen, Volodia, stolen!
Stolen?
What are you doing? Be careful.
A sneak-thief has been slipping past us.
The mantel, Volodia!
Beethoven, Beethoven...
Pakkoli! Piotr Petrovich!
Again? What's going on?
Finnish swine!
The walking stick! He's going to hurt someone.
Calm down!
Grab him!
And what about the walking stick? Is it stolen?
Mama, mama.
They're hitting me, they're humiliating me.
Do you know how to multiply 17 and 22?
What's wrong with me? I don't know anything.
I do understand it.
You have nothing in life.
Not friends, not relatives, not your own house.
I have history!
You only have your illness.
I remember that caress, your odor.
It's hard to keep going.
It's horrible.
Surrounded by guards...
to protect you, or prevent your escape.
Send them home.
Let them go their own way.
- Come with me! - Where?
- Come with me! - No, it's too soon.
- It's time. - Much is left for me to do.
Then why have they come to complain of you?
It's the only way to deal with that scum!
Really?
17 and 22.
You only have to add 17...
22 times.
17 plus 17: One time...
17 plus 17: Two times...
17 plus 17...
No one needs you here, but you can not come yet.
I'm leaving.
It's time.
Fedor!
Wait.
Hold him.
Hold on.
I wonder what size shoes you wear, Pakkoli.
Large.
Big boots and long laces.
The water is boiling, you've scalded my feet.
The bath was too hot.
I can do it by myself.
Careful, friends.
To hell with these boots!
How are you, dear leader?
Hold him up.
Now.
- Why is he so wrapped up? - It won't do him any harm.
He can't breathe.
No, I'm fine, I can breathe.
- Go down the stairs. - Higher.
Careful.
Calm down, I've got it.
- Where's the wheelchair? - The floor is cold.
Go down and I'll carry the chair.
Leave him to rest a bit.
After that you can take him outside.
But there's not much time.
- Fedor! - Oh, we're all sinners.
Time to go!
If you want to turn, you have to hit the brakes.
- Why are they calling us? - Telephone!
- What? - Telephone!
- What? Telephone? - Yes. Telephone.
Don't worry, we'll be right back.
It's a call from Party Central.
From Party Central?
They were looking for you.
Don't get up, wait here!
They were looking for you.
Quickly, quickly!
Come on!
Piotr Petrovich, I'm coming.
He was in the summer house.