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2014 THE YEAR OF CULTURE
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PRESENT
Are you unwell?
Bring a warm plaid or a shawl. He is ill.
So, with your help, we are going to reconstruct the event.
Well...
Who had the weapon of the murder? You?
Or maybe you?
I'd remind you that conscientious participation in the investigation
will considerably mitigate the punishment,
though not the denial of the facts.
Your Excellency, I must state
that all this is illegal.
I wasn't present during the murder.
But you were with us on that night.
I left, my dear Sir,
after I had clearly expressed my protest!
Mr. Virginsky, why do you keep silent?
A mouse...
What?
It all began with a mouse.
A mouse?!
DEMONS
based on F.M. Dostoyevsky's novel
a Vladimir Khotinenko film
Part Two
Maxim Matveyev
Anton Shagin
Sergey Makovetsky
Vladimir Zaitsev
Yevgeny Tkachuk Aleksei Kirsanov
Maria Lugovaya Ivanna Petrova
Nadezhda Markina Igor Kostolevsky
Boris Kamorzin Maria Shalayeva
Aleksandr Galibin Natalya Kurdyubova
Natasha Shvets Oleg Vasilkov
Yuri Pogrebnichko as Tikhon
screenplay by Natalya Nazarova Vladimir Khotinenko
director of photography Denis Alarcon Ramirez R.G.C.
production designer Vladimir Gudilin
sound director Rostislav Alimov
music by Aleksei Aigi
editing director Maxim Polinsky
producers Anton Zlatopolsky
Aleksandr Rodnyansky
Yekaterina Yefanova
Sergey Melkumov
directed by Vladimir Khotinenko
Holy Writ with pictures for children!
A collector's copy...
Come on, buy it, good people!
Holy Writ, gold leaf, with pictures for children!
Buy it, good people, buy it!
Gotcha.
Oh, my God...
Gentlemen!
Stand back!
- A nihilist. - No, Socialists...
What about you, schoolboy?
I've come because it's pretty merry here.
Come with us, it'll be even merrier!
Wait here.
O Lord...
Of ardent love a big grenade
Exploded in the heart of Ignat.
For Sevastopol in bitter pain,
The one-armed man did weep again.
May I? For the adornment of the setting?
It is permitted. Every donation is for the good.
Thank you.
Not that I've ever been to Sevastopol, or lost my arm,
- but what rhymes... - Get away, Sir!
Just read it, Madame!
Go!
Oh, how beautiful she is...
Elizaveta Tushina...
So, the mouse is Verkhovensky's doing?
And we thought it was Fedka the convict who did this foul thing.
Pyotr Stepanovich always said
that one has to begin with destroying churches.
In other words, he is an atheist?
If only you knew
what strange things were taking place around him...
People, who had been normal only yesterday,
turned into the devil knows what.
As, for example,
during our first meeting at my house.
Tomorrow you will move them to Zarechye. I rented a house there.
If Lebyadkin protests,
tell him that it is being done at Nikolai Vsevolodovich's request.
I see...
And the carriage? I have none of my own.
As Kant said, "The starry sky above me, the moral law within me".
Not somewhere else but within me.
I am God! God is in me!
There's no God, gentlemen. That's just an idea.
And as any idea, it's nothing but pure abstraction.
Metamorphosis!
Away with Pascal and Descartes!
Gentlemen, read Marx!
Unfortunately, my wife is away.
She is a midwife and a great zealot.
She went to deliver a child...
That's why I cannot accord you, so to say,
a deserved welcome.
You're Stepan Trofimovich's son, aren't you?
I have the honor of knowing your father.
You couldn't think of a worse recommendation.
Well, let's forget it.
Do you have any idea of the purpose of our meeting?
- In general terms. - That is, you realize
that your sole presence here binds you with certain obligations?
Well, yes, though...
I think it has been explained to you sufficiently.
- Or are you afraid? - No, no... of course not.
I think I'm ready.
But what will I have to do?
These gentlemen here...
Liputin. You know him.
- Lyamshin... - Shigalyov.
Erkel. All of you are now the so-called "quintet".
A link, one of a multitude of links of one chain.
Gentlemen! Your attention for a minute.
You all say here that there's no God.
Let's suppose that is so.
But...
If there's no God,
how can I be a captain?!
Oh, go to hell, you all!
To hell with you!
I've got lost.
I don't know how it could happen...
In the name of lofty ideals...
In the name of enlightenment...
So, in the name of lofty ideals, you did away with Shatov...
It wasn't I.
I couldn't do it.
I was deceived!
Don't you see that I'm an ordinary man?
I must tell you, my dear Sir,
that all murderers look like ordinary people.
Oh, my God.
I can't bear it anymore.
I am ill. Let me go.
I just made a mistake. A mistake!
Can you not forgive
a lost man?
Who was the first to suggest to kill Shatov? Verkhovensky or Stavrogin?
I don't remember.
Though...
I think it was Verkhovensky.
Yes, yes, I think it was him.
That's all conjecture.
I remember.
I've recalled it now!
I was told that Stavrogin had an affair with Shatov's wife.
- Are you sure? - I cannot be sure.
I'm afraid of making a mistake. Ask someone else.
What if I...
have made a mistake?
Take him away.
I'm sure that the idea to kill Shatov was Stavrogin's...
Stavrogin's, Stavrogin's......
And all this playing at revolutionaries is just a smoke screen.
Just think, what revolutionaries they are?
- And what should they look like? - I don't know.
Well...
more impressive than our people.
You're romanticizing it, Ivan Lvovich.
I think that all our locals had joined in
because they weren't impressive enough.
And who wouldn't want to be impressive?
"I want to inspire fear and trembling with..."
By the way, they say that Verkhovensky
was friendly with the Governor's wife?
They say it was more than a friendship.
But it's between us.
Before coming to our town, Yulia Mikhailovna, the Governor's wife,
has worked hard at molding her husband, I believe.
They are new people in our parts.
I should note that there were already rumors
that she was a free-thinker, and a follower of the new rules.
She wanted to infect her husband with her ambitions,
but he, suddenly, returned to his favorite diversion of childhood -
gluing up paper toys.
Yulia Mikhailovna, excuse me for disturbing you...
My name is Pavel Dmitriyevich Goremykin.
How is His Excellency?
The same. There are no visible complications,
though there's no improvement, either.
I've heard about your husband's heroic deed.
I truly admire it.
But, unfortunately, my mission is sad.
I've been appointed to investigate the murder of the student Shatov
that was perpetrated in your town.
But how can I help you?
Well, for example...
You were considered a close friend of Pyotr Stepanovich Verkhovensky.
You're picking up gossip?
I don't see anything reprehensible in the word "friend".
I've come here for help.
I just want to know about his relationship with the late Shatov.
What can I say...
Pyotr Stepanovich sincerely loved that poor Shatov.
Loved?
- Are you serious? - Yes.
He even tried to save him.
Once I happened to be an unintentional witness
to his direct appeal to my husband
with the aim of proteger Shatov,
from getting in trouble.
I hope Pyotr Stepanovich doesn't know about this?
And who is he to be wary of him?
Not to be wary!
We are to appreciate our young generation.
I'm being kind to them, and so I keep them off the brink.
They all cry they are communists.
But I think we'd spare and appreciate them.
Yes, only we, with our benevolent influence and kindness...
Oh yes, with kindness we can keep them from the abyss.
Well, of course, it's an idea...
But if we're going to be kind to them,
they can do the devil knows what.
That outrageous incident with a mouse...
I have very gloomy premonitions.
I've caught you at last, you secretive town governor!
Stop it, Sir! Stop it!
Why so? Are you angry?
I must note, my dear Sir,
that I won't tolerate your familiarity.
You are angry, aren't you?
Keep silent at last.
And don't you dare!
Here, it was found at the factory again.
You know nothing about it?
I can bring you as many leaflets like this one as you only wish.
Yes, the axe.
Here it is the same... Excuse me, Andrei Antonovich,
but in one line of such a manifesto, there is more sense
than in any of your chanceries.
But... there's an incitement to destroy churches.
You are a clever man,
and, of course, do not believe in God yourself.
But you understand that we need faith only to fool the people.
It's too early for us. Too early!
We're not your enemies at all.
We say to you: go forward! Progress;
shatter the old which is in need of reform.
But, if need be, we will keep you within necessary limits.
You're a too gentle person. Andrei Antonovich.
You should act in the good old way.
What do you mean by "in the old way"?
When there was cholera, the factory had been cleaned. On my orders.
But the Shpigulins closed the factory anyway.
And the workers are in rebellion.
- Rebellion... - They ought to be flogged,
- and that would be the end of it! - Rebellion? It's nonsense!
I'm not so gentle.
Oh, to hell with it all. I've come to tell you something serious.
It's important to me.
I've come to ask you to save a man.
For the sake of his youth, for the sake of your humanity.
Who are you asking for?
It's... Damn it...
It's not my fault that I trust you, is it?
Because by telling you his name I am betraying him.
I'm betraying him, am I not?
But how am I to guess if you can't bring yourself to telling me?
You always know how to cut the ground
from under someone with your logic.
Damn it...
It's Shatov... I've told you all!
Shatov? That's him? The author?
No. Shatov is the student who slapped Stavrogin in the face.
I'm begging you to save him. Do you understand?
So it's he who is responsible for the manifestos?
Look. Spare Shatov for me, and the rest may go to the devil.
They're just a miserable group of,
I think, five or seven, or maybe nine or ten men.
I'm watching them myself, on my own.
But I need six more days!
If you want to get any result,
don't disturb them for another six days.
In case you do it sooner,
the whole nest will fly away.
And what's most important, don't say a word to Yulia Mikhailovna.
It's a secret.
You mean you said nothing of this to Yulia Mikhailovna?
Heavens forbid!
I too much value her friendship, and I have the highest respect for her.
You know, she would like to astonish Petersburg from here.
- Yes... - No, she's too hot-headed.
Yes, there's something of that fugue in her.
Oh, exactly!
She may be a woman of genius, but she would scare our sparrows.
Yes, she would...
Pyotr Stepanych!
What do you want?
Pyotr Stepanych...
Did you read The Apocalypse?
What?
An interesting book.
The doomsday is coming soon.
- It says so. - What are you doing?
Where are you supposed to be?
I'm out of money...
And I need a passport.
Being without a passport, you know...
As soon as you do your thing, you'll get both the money and the passport.
Here you are.
If I see you again, I'll strangle you.
Strangling is our specialty.
As for the end of the world, look it up.
It's written right about us.
That's you? You?
I would have stopped expecting you, if you had not given your word.
Welcome, go in.
Well, see for yourself.
Sobriety, seclusion, and poverty.
I have a home, and for the last six days
my conscience has been prospering.
Even the walls smell of resin reminding me of nature.
- What about Marya Timofeyevna? - She is here.
As soon as she heard you were coming, she made her toilet.
She's sitting trying to see her fortune with cards.
How cruelly Pyotr Stepanych treated me.
Enough of that!
You keep crying about "family disgrace"?
Is that disgrace for you that your sister
is legally married to a Stavrogin?
But the marriage is a secret.
A fatal secret.
Any day now, maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow,
I intend to make my marriage known
both to the police and to the society.
But how ?!
She is crazy!
And what about your mother?
It's not your business, you have nothing to do with it.
Wait!
What do you mean by saying that, while I'm the one who matters most?
Are you going to cast me off like an old worn-out boot?
I'll think it over.
- Let me go. - Yes, of course.
If you want, I'll stand on the porch, not to overhear anything.
That's a good idea.
I've scared you, Marya Timofeyevna.
How do you do, Prince.
You've probably had a bad dream.
How do you know that I had a dream about it?
Have a seat, please.
Right here.
Don't look at me until I ask you to.
Listen...
I've been thinking about it,
and I've decided that I'm not fit to be your wife.
I know how to dress, and I can receive guests, perhaps;
but still...
I'm hardly a relative to them.
Of course, from a countess one wouldn't expect but lofty spirit
and, probably, a little bit of worldly coquetry
to be able to host foreign travelers;
yet, on that Sunday they were looking at me
somewhat hopelessly.
Only Dasha - she is such an angel, you know.
You were offended by them, Marya Timofeyevna?
Who?
Me?
I looked at you all then;
you all were angry, and you all were quarrelling.
When you get together, you even don't know how to laugh...
So much wealth, and so little gaiety.
I liked the painting on the ceilings though...
All this is so strange...
I've been having bad dreams.
And the dreams have become bad
because you're here.
Are you angry?
Are you afraid that I've fallen out of love with you?
I'm only afraid of falling out of love with someone myself.
I must have done something wrong to him.
Something very wrong, only I don't know where I was wrong.
And then...
He just couldn't get on with such horrid people!
Has he betrayed me, too?
Listen, you.
Have you heard of Grishka Otrepyev, how he was cursed in seven churches?
Though, of course...
Turn around...
I want to make it sure for the last time.
What's the matter, Marya Timofeyevna?
Get up and come in again, Prince.
What do you mean by that? Where should I come in?
For all these five years, I've been waiting for him to come in.
Get up and go out of this door, to the other room.
And I'll sit here.
I'll sit as though I don't know anything, I'll take a book to read.
And there you will come in after the five years
of your travels.
I want to see how it will be.
Enough of that!
Marya Timofeyevna, do me a favor,
concentrate all your attention if you can.
You are not
altogether mad.
Tomorrow I shall make our marriage public.
Do you want to live with me,
only very far away from here?
There is a place in the mountains of Switzerland.
If you wish, we won't speak to each other for the rest of our lives.
If you wish, I will read to you, we'll tell our fortunes with cards.
I will listen to your stories as I used to do in Petersburg,
but it must be living all your life in one place.
And that is a gloomy place.
Will you? Are you ready?
It means I'll sit on the mountain for the next 40 years?
I won't go there for anything.
Not even with me?
What are you that I should go with you?
Sitting on the mountain with him for forty years!
Ha! Just look at him!
No, my prince is not like that!
Why do you call me 'a prince'?
What?
Aren't you the prince?
I've never been the one.
Oh, God...
I've expected anything from his enemies, but such insolence, never!
Is he alive?
Have you killed him? Confess!
Whom are you taking me for?
Who knows who you are and where you've sprung from.
No, brother, you're a bad actor, even worse than Lebyadkin!
I can see through you all!
I understand every one of you!
Yes, you look very much like him...
Only mine is a bright falcon and a prince,
and you are an owl and a merchant!
When I fell and you picked me up,
it was like a worm crawled into my heart.
No, it's not he, I thought. Not he!
My bright falcon would have never been ashamed of me
before a society lady!
My falcon is flying somewhere beyond the mountains,
gazing at the sun.
Tell me, you impostor!
How big a bribe have you got to consent to this?
I wouldn't have given you a kopeck!
- You mad woman! - Get out, impostor!
I am my prince's wife, I'm not afraid of your knife!
- My knife?! - Yes, your knife!
You have a knife in your pocket.
You thought I was asleep, but I saw it...
As soon as you came in, you took out a knife!
Nikolai Vsevolodovich!
Grishka!
Otrepyev!
Anathema!
A knife...
You are Fedka the convict.
I was christened Fyodor Fyodorovich.
What did Pyotr Stepanych promise you from me?
Well, he didn't really promise...
He said that I might be useful to your worship.
Listen to me, Fyodor.
I'm used to being understood at once.
Don't ever cross my path again.
But if you do, I'll have you bound and delivered to the police.
Put it away. Put the knife away at once.
Is it true, as they say, that you robbed a church here?
Me? At first I went in to say my prayers...
You killed the watchman?
That is, we cleared it out together...
But then we began to quarrel about who should carry the sack.
So I sinned. I lightened his load a bit.
Kill again... Rob again...
You would not believe it...
Sometimes at Captain Lebyadkin's, the door is kept open
all over the night.
And he would be drunk and sleeping.
And his money is dropping out of his pockets all over the floor.
Why didn't you kill him?
I can always get one hundred and fifty rubles even without it,
and if I wait a bit, I can get fifteen hundred rubles.
So I rest all my hopes on Your Excellency.
Won't Your Excellency spare me three rubles?
Is it true that, at Verkhovensky's request,
you moved the Lebyadkins from Filippov's house to Zarechye?
That's true... I was carrying out his instruction.
Why would Pyotr Stepanovich want
to move them from the town's center to such backwoods?
I don't know...
I just followed his instruction. I was a simple soldier, so to say.
- A blind instrument. - Did Stavrogin know about it?
I don't know. They didn't tell me.
"On the sixth day of August, in a burnt house,
the third one on the right side of Malaya Street in Zarechye,
two bodies were found - of a 40-year-old man, and of a woman.
The rooms were all in blood.
The man's throat was cut,
and the woman's body had multiple knife wounds.
The neighbors identified them as the Lebyadkin brother and sister."
People say that they were killed by Fedka the convict for money.
Do you believe it?
Sir, for now I believe nothing
and trust no one.
This poor captain was reprimanded by his commander in front of the ranks.
He couldn't bear it; he attacked his commander
and bit him on the shoulder.
Why are you standing, people?! Do something! O good Lord!
Liputin, what's the matter with him?
He'd read too much of Moleschot and Vogt, and he became a believer.
Let it be... Let your God punish me!
Let it be!
How can you be punished more than you've been?
Our captain has reached the end.
Make way, people! Make way!
Make way!
- Be quiet, captain! - Liberty! Equality!
- There're no captains! - Come on!
No lieutenants! No marshals!
No archbishops!
They've been annulled! Yes!
Let's please the sanctimonious woman...
A nice ball.
I see you do care about your health?
It's a present.
I got it from Stavrogin in Switzerland. Throw and catch.
It strengthens your back.
I've come to remind you of our agreement.
You decided long ago to take up your life. There was such an idea.
But there was no agreement, nothing but my free will;
and now it is my free will only.
Well, I agree. Let it be your will;
but you shouldn't change your mind.
What do you mean? If you go into some mischief
and they look for the guilty ones,
and I suddenly shoot myself and leave a letter that I was guilty?
Yes, but remember that you bound yourself
not to make that last letter
without me.
I didn't bind myself; I just agreed,
because it makes no difference to me.
So you've been to America?
Three years ago.
We wanted to experience the life of an American workman.
Then it was a great luck that we managed to get away
- from that America. - Oh, I understand... America.
Is Fedka with you?
- He's here. - That's good.
Soon I'll take him out. Don't worry.
But I don't. He just sleeps here.
Last night I was reading the Apocalypse to him,
and I also gave him tea. He listened so attentively. All night long.
So convert him to Christianity.
He is of Christian faith as it is.
He will kill, don't worry...
And whom do you want to kill?
You know, give me your ball.
What do you want it for?
I'll pay for it.
Have it for free.
What a bad luck... Are you seriously ill?
No. A little headache.
- Why did you come? - Alright, let's get to business.
Tomorrow, at the pretext of Virginsky's birthday,
all ours will gather there.
I will come with Nikolai Stavrogin.
And we'll finally figure out the way for you to leave the society.
They seem to agree to it now.
On the condition that you hand over the printing press
and all the type setting.
Then you can go wherever you please.
I don't hold myself to any obligation to account
to the devil knows whom.
No one has the authority to set me free! Do you hear?
Not quite so.
A lot has been entrusted to you.
I wonder what you can do to me.
You'll be noted.
As soon as the revolution is a success, you'll be hanged.
After you seize the supreme power and subjugate Russia? Correct?
You needn't laugh.
Isn't it better to part in a friendly way?
- Will Stavrogin be there? - He will.
Certainly.
I'll come.
And you get out now.
I can't bear remaining in one room with you.
It's not mine, not mine... It hurts...
Hands off! I'll go on my own!
It's not mine, my dear, not mine...
Have been annulled...
I would never have taken this vileness in my hands!
- What was in there? - Some naked broads.
(Says an incantation)
Mavriky Nikolayevich is here, asking to receive him...
If you can, marry Elizaveta Nikolayevna.
If I'm not mistaken, Elizaveta Nikolayevna
- is already betrothed to you? - Promised and betrothed.
You have...
- quarreled? - No.
She "loves and respects" me - that's her words.
But you must know that if you call her at her wedding in church,
she will give me up and go to you.
- From under the wedding crown? - And after that too.
I'll tell you the truth, I am...
married.
So it's impossible for me
to get married again.
If, after this confession, you don't leave Lizaveta Nikolayevna alone...
I'll kill you with my stick like a stray dog in a ditch!
Oh, you've been eavesdropping?
Wait, I've promised you something... Oh, yes; going to "Ours"!
Nothing could be more opportune now than going to "Ours".
- And why is this name for the circle? - "Ours"?
It was my suggestion. All this material needs to be organized.
There are only five in the circle.
Others are waiting to be included.
They all spy on one another, and report to me.
Thus they're tied up together.
Listen to me, there is a better way:
persuade four members of the circle to do away with the fifth
on the pretense that he's a traitor, and at once
you will tie them up in one knot with the shed blood.
They'll be your slaves;
they won't dare to rebel, or to call you to account.
The handsome Stavrogin... Do you know that you're handsome?!
And like this?
Marvelous!
- Why are they here? - Who knows, must be stray ones!
They can't find the owner for a whole week.
Hey, you! You'll be slaughtered soon! Slaughtered!
So, you're a founding member from abroad.
Most important is to compose your face.
A gloomy expression, that's all.
You'll need nothing more. It's a very simple business!
Gentlemen, the animal-magnetic theory says
that the entire surface of a human body
emits some liquid energy,
and, in some cases, that liquid is emitted all at once.
And then the spiritistic knock occurs.
That is, the appearance of the energy of dead people.
It's vulgar mysticism. You're just a child.
You've picked up some nonsense. Go back to your mama.
- I would ask you to... - Go back, Sonny,
- before you've squandered all money. - But it's my personal means!
And it shouldn't concern you! It's only my business!
Yesterday, you were sobbing about spending your sister's dowry on drink.
- That's none of your business! - Really; go home, Sashka.
Gentlemen, be quiet! Silence, please!
Ladies and gentlemen!
Nikolai Vsevolodovich Stavrogin.
You've heard of him already.
- Would you like tea? - Of course!
What a question to ask a guest!
I want to make a statement to the meeting
about the sufferings of students and about their protest.
Ladies and gentlemen,
if anyone has anything in mind something closer to our business,
I'd suggest to say it out loud wasting no time.
- I'm mum, excuse me. - I would like to know
if we're some sort of a meeting here
or we are just a gathering of ordinary mortals.
Let us vote on the question of "whether we are a meeting or not".
- Yes... - I support this suggestion.
So, let's vote!
Lyamshin, please, sit at the piano.
I assure you, Arina Prokhorovna, nobody is eavesdropping.
But one must always be on one's guard.
Sit there.
Those who would like it
to be a meeting, please raise your right hand.
- It makes no sense to me. - To me, neither...
Ladies and gentlemen!
I believe everybody wants it to be a meeting?
This is a lot of nonsense.
Why nonsense?
Well, I understand that you're pretty much bored in this town...
I have arrived here with some communications,
and so I beg this honorable company
to simply and directly state which you prefer:
walking at a snail's pace in a marsh,
or going on full steam across it?
- I definitely prefer full steam! - So do I...
There is no doubt about the choice!
Gentlemen, consider though, is it true that you all are ready?
And what authority do you have to ask such questions?
I had no idea
that we had to discuss such practically innocent matters tête-à-tête.
Or are you afraid of informers?
Is it possible, gentlemen, that there is an informer among us?
If that is so, I have compromised myself more than anyone else.
And so I will ask you to answer one question.
What question?
If any of us knew of a proposed political murder,
would he go to inform of it?
The answer to this question will tell us
clearly whether we are to separate,
or to be together,
and far longer than only this one evening.
Allow me to address you first.
I've never been an agent of the secret police.
Be so kind as to be more specific. Yes or no?
Would you inform or not?
Of course I wouldn't!
May I address you now?
You know me... I would never...
- And you, Mr. Erkel? - It's an unnecessary question.
- And where is that gentleman going? - Shatov, where are you going?
Shatov... It's not in your interest.
But it is in yours, since you're a spy and a scoundrel!
- That's what comes of a test. - It's been of use!
- Yes, of use! - But isn't it too late?
Who is that Shatov? What if he's going to inform?
If he were an informer, he would have kept up appearances,
instead of cursing it all and going away.
Look, Stavrogin is getting up too. He hasn't answered the question either!
Mr. Stavrogin, allow me...
I see no necessity to answer.
But we have compromised ourselves, and you haven't.
What business is that of mine if you have compromised yourselves?
What business? What do you mean?
Allow me, gentlemen. Allow me!
But Mr. Verkhovensky hasn't answered the question either!
No, that's just outrageous!
What are you doing to me?
You want Shatov's blood? To cement your groups with that ointment?
Only you should know that I won't give up Shatov to you!
Wasn't it you who suggested the recipe of that ointment to me?
Have you forgotten?
What the hell are you talking about?
What is it? What recipe?
Nikolai Vsevolodovich!
Let's make it up...
Let's make it up, Nikolai Vsevolodovich!
Stavrogin, you are handsome! You are my idol!
You never insult anybody, but everybody hates you!
You behave as equal with everybody, and everybody is afraid of you.
That's good! You're an awful aristocrat...
An aristocrat going in for democracy is irresistible!
You won't think twice when it comes to sacrificing a life -
yours or another's. You are the one we need...
You're the leader,
you are the sun!
And I am your worm.
- Madman! - Perhaps, I'm raving...
But you... I need you!
I'm nothing without you.
You are my best half.
I am a fly without you. An idea in a glass.
- Columbus without America! - What on earth do you need me for?
We'll penetrate into the depth of the people!
'Ours' are not only those who kill, or set fires,
or make classic shots, or bite colonels.
Nothing makes sense to me without discipline.
A teacher who laughs, together with his pupils, at their God
and their cradle, he is 'ours'.
A lawyer defending a rich educated murderer, he is also 'ours'.
The schoolboys killing a man
for the sake of experiencing it, they are 'ours' as well.
'Ours' are managers, men of the pen...
Oh, there are so many of 'ours'; a great many...
Though they don't know it themselves.
Nowadays, no one has a mind of his own!
The Russian God has already lost to the cheap vodka.
Mothers, children, people - they all are drunk;
and the churches are empty. Let this young generation grow!
We need one or two generations of dissipation,
a monstrous, unheard-of vice
when a person turns into a vile, cowardly, brutal,
egoistic filth - that's what we need!
- Listen, who are you? - Who I am?
I'll tell you who I am.
That's what I'm leading to. It's not for nothing that I kissed your hand.
We'll set fires.
We'll set legends going, We will proclaim destruction!
It will be an upheaval the world has never seen before.
Russia will get darkened, the earth will weep for its old gods.
And then we'll bring forth... Who?
Ivan... Tsarevich!
- Who? - Ivan Tsarevich!
You!
- The impostor? - Yes, we'll say he's in hiding.
He exists, but no one has seen him, he's hiding!
What a legend we can bring forth!
The legend will be of the utmost importance.
Proud like a God, seeking nothing for himself,
with a halo of a victim, "hiding"!
Are you seriously counting on me? Are you?
Why not? You don't want to? Are you afraid?
That's why I caught at you, because you're afraid of nothing.
Listen...
No money is needed...
I'll settle it with Marya Timofeyevna tomorrow...
With no money. And tomorrow I'll bring you Lisa.
Do you want Lisa? Tomorrow?
- What for? - You're lying!
You wretched, profligate, perverted aristocrat brat!
I don't believe you! You have the appetite of a wolf...
I just cannot give you up!
I invented you myself!
Looking at you!
Stavrogin!
I'm giving you a day, maybe two or three...
I can't give you more...
And then you are to answer.