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Summoned to the sick bed.Oh, God.The dying platitudesof the half-dead.Arranging the pillows.the stench.All the time thinking.When will the Devil take him?When will the Devilcome for me?When will the Devil take me?To friends.Be quiet!Age has withered her.And wither my desire.Onegin.Youre a man of.exotic tastes.Would you?Could you?I have.Once.For a bet.Well, in that case,what about.the charmingPrincess Volkonsky?Or perhapsour delightful hostess?Her mother.Or both together?Has our philandereran assignation?No, gentlemen.Another courtesan?A headache.Until tomorrow.And tomorrow.And tomorrow.I cant afford her anymore.When will the Devil take me?Invitations.Invitations.Invitations.Whats this?My uncle.is dying.Finally.He wants me to visit him,pay my respects.Oh, God.The sick bed.Administering medicine.If I might say, sir.his passing may proveto your benefit financially.Yes, Guillot.Needs must.He hoped to see youbefore he died.I woke your uncle at dawn.Anisia,I will follow a different regimeto that of my uncle.The notarys here to see you.I, Nikolai Alexeyich Onegin,born in the year ,being in healthy mindand stable memory,departing from thistransitory world to face God,leave all the real estateand other propertythat belongs to me to.the only son of my younger brother,Evgeny Vassilych Onegin.I leave my Pokrovskyoe Estatein the Pskov Provincewith a twenty window stone house.I leave my souls,who have loved and respectedand worked hardfor their master.I leave the villages.Gorelovo, Tushino, Babkino.And I leave.the water meadows that liealong the Sorot River,the twin lakes at Kosogorovo.I leave my own house in Moscow,near the Church ofthe Raising of the Cross.Ill leave these documents for you.Should they meet with your approval,sign this.I saw you witha young girl yesterday.Who was she?A local girl.Your uncle lent her books.And you arecontinuing this noble condition?Yes.This is the book she borrowed?Yes.Some landowners came to see youwhile you were out.No visitors.Supposing they call again?Tell them Im.Im in mourning.Bravo!Youre poaching.Who are you?- I could shoot you.- But.Ive been huntingin these woods all my life.My names Lensky.Vladimir Lensky?From Krasmagorin.No, cant say Ive heard of it.Its the neighboring estate.So?So, its a tradition.Our estates has mutual huntingrights with this one for centuries.Yes, but I dont.Youre old Onegins nephew,arent you?And if I was?Id bow.Then bow.So.are you going to shoot me then?Maybe for your warbling.Poor Schubert.His body barely in the graveand his work butchered by amateurs.Have you eaten?No.- Are you hungry?- Yes.Then come and have lunch.- Then youll shoot me?- Only if youre dull.And bring your spoils.mine.At least the dogsappreciate Anisias rustic cooking.As do I.But then Im not accustomed tothe fine cuisine of Petersburg.Do you plan to stay here?Maybe.You surprise me.Why?Surely its no more surprising thanthe graduate of a greatGerman university pursuing his.poetic ambitionshere in the country.But thats different, you see.I was born here.My inspiration is here.Your inspiration?A woman.Im sorry.But.dont you long toreturn to glamorous Petersburgand squander your inheritance?On what?Petersburg, Monday night.The Vorontsovsasphyxiated all eveningby the Herculean halitosisof General Dachov.Tuesday night.Chevalier Guards Ball.A heaving pack offurs and spurs.Wednesday, a salon,listening to a young poetsinsufferably vapid verses.No offence.And I could continue.It sounds terrible.It is.Thank you for lunch.- I must go.- Go?- Where is there to go?- Im expected somewhere.- Where?- The Larins.- Who are they?- Neighbors.Neighbors?Tell me.Im intrigued.What do you talk about?Animal husbandry?Or jam-making?Or do you all gather aroundthe piano and sing off-key?Surely no worse than Petersburg.Touch?Please come again.Is that an order?- No, its a request.- Well, I shall consider it.Have a pleasant eveningwith your.your inspiration.You should come and meet her.Maybe.Why on earth not?Theyre all longing to meet you.Oh, dear.Neighbors.Hello?Hello?They must be in the garden.Ill go find them.Hello?Hello?- Over here.- Ah, there you are.By the wide VolchinaBlooms the Guelder Rose.White as snow it blossoms.Tall and fair it grows.Underneath its branches.Stands a lovelorn maid,Thinking of the horseman.Why is she afraid?Your daughter sings well.I fear she does not.But its kind of you to say so.Lingonberry water,Monsieur Onegin?Thank you.It can be rather bitter.No, its most refreshing.- Are you enjoying the country?- Most pleasurable, yes.I imagine you find it ratherlacking in sophistication.No, not at all.No, my lovely maiden.You are in the wrong.Will you be staying long?I havent decided yet.Youre fortunate to have the choice.- Marriage brought me here.- Your husband is?- Consumption.- Im sorry.You must sing this song.When I first met Onegin,he told me my singingdesecrated Schubert.Yes, but now Mademoiselle Olgahas erased the memory.Thank you, Monsieur Onegin.Should I sing another?There isnt time.Well be dining soon.Afterwards, perhaps.Yes, I could singthe song I wrote for you.Monsieur Onegin, this ismy other daughter, Tatyana.You dont believe me.Im serious.I always believe you.Its wonderful to meet you at last.Ive heard so much about you.Tell me, are you acquaintedwith Vladimirs poems?Sadly, no.- He reads them aloud to me.- A poet must address his muse.After he publishes his collection,we hope to live in Petersburg.- Perhaps well be neighbors.- Perhaps.Ill look forward to it.Lovers, eh?They live in a dreamand pay no attention to reality.Mademoiselle Olga,if you want to live in the monde,you will have toimprove your conversation.Monsieur Triquet is attemptingto introduce my daughtersto the greater subtletiesof the French language.and to some of the morefashionable ideas of the day.Russia has but the facadeof a civilized society.At heart, shes uncouth,devoid of delicacy.Which is why.and understanding of Franceand her literatureis de rigeur in society.You think so?I believe you are from Petersburg,Monsieur Onegin.Indeed.- Do you know it?- Of course.I was in the emploiof the Buranov family.Naturally you know the Generaland his charming wife.Buranov?Yes, it does sound familiar.Wasnt there some scandal?The youngest daughter and her tutor?That was another Buranov family.Possibly.- So that is a yes?- Yes.Monsieur Onegin,Andre Petrovich is interested,as your neighbor, to know whatyou intend with your uncles estate.I had to confess I had no idea.Do with it?Will you stay and farm it yourself?No, I propose to rent it.Rent it? To whom?To the people who farm it.Serfs?Serfdom is a feudal practice.No civilized societyshould condone it.Ill drink to that.Preposterous.Dangerous.Your uncle did not leave youhis estate to serve your whim.Is there a good reason to be boundby the wishes of the dead?I think there is every good reason.This country has no need ofpolitical experiments.Why should one human own anotherbecause of an accident of birth?Tatyana.you do have some odd ideas.Real life brings us allto our senses.Dont you think, Monsieur Onegin?It hasnt brought me to mine.Yes?When might we.you be returning home,to Petersburg, sir?There a number ofimminent engagements.Cancel them.Sir?Cancel them.You astonish me, sir.I astonish myself.Mademoiselle Larin.Monsieur Onegin.Youve come alone?I was wondering if I mightborrow a book.Any particular book?A novel, perhaps?Any particular novel?No.Come.Are you familiar with Richardson?Yes, I am.I find him quite verbose.Verbose?My mother is suspicious ofthe influence of literature.The influence on whom?Anyone.Me, really.But my uncle wasnt.It seems he was fond of you.I read to him when he became ill.That was kind of you.He was kind to meafter my father died.May I look?Please.Product of idleness.Idleness.Are these your friends?No, acquaintances.Is Petersburg really as you draw it?I draw it as I see it.Strange.You dont share your sisterscraving for the city.I like the country.This may interest you.Ive just had it sent.Rousseaus.La Nouvelle Heloise.Its a novel of letterspassed between two lovers.I should go.- As you wish.- Thank you.Were you serious aboutrenting your land to the serfs?Yes, yes.But the truth is Im idle,Mademoiselle Larin.I dont want the responsibilityof managing the estate myself.Im sorry if I disappoint you.Twelve!Twelve bounces.Did you see that?Come on, you give it a try.- Very good.- Its not easy.You see, its all inthe flatness of the stoneand the action of the wrist.Youre right, its not easy.- Youre restless, arent you?- Am I?Im resting.Perfectly content?Let the indescribable remain so.Monsieur Onegin, you areindescribably pretentious.Evgeny, would youread some of my poems?Why?Id appreciate your opinion.My praise, you mean.I can take criticism, you know.A freak amongst poets.Why assume my work is bad?I dont. Im sure its.superb.Well read it, damn you!- Look, its Tanya.- Tanya?Tatyana, Olgas sister.Shes always wandering about here.If Id been a poet, like you,I suspect I d have chosenTatyana rather than Olga.I thought you liked Olga.Well, I do.So why do you prefer her sister?I dont. I merely said:Lf Id been a poet, like you,I think Id have chosenTatyana rather than Olga.Whats wrong with Olga?Nothing. Shes.perfectly.- Perfectly what?- Perfectly perfect.You love her and she loves you.But you thinkTatyana is. what?I dont think Tatyana is anything.It must be very comfortingto be so certain of your opinions.To feel so at homein the world.I dont feel at home anywhere.Why are you so offended?I merely remarked that.Im bored of your remarks.You think Olgas provincial,dont you?Yes.Yes, I do. And so do you,if youre honest.And me.am I provincial in your mind?Yes, yes, very.Please Evgeny, dont joke.Im not.Well, if Im notsophisticated enough for you,why do we spendall this time together?Your sophisticationor lack of it is irrelevant to me.Is it?Oh, hurry up, Nanya.- Let her do it.- Whats the point?I know who Im going to marry.Youll marry a soldier.You always say that.And Vladimir Lensky is the leastsoldierly man in all of Russia.You will also marry a soldier.But I dont know any soldiers.You will.What does it say now?You cant change your fate.Why not?I cant sleep.I cant sleep.Cant sleep?Its so hot.Tell me of when you were young.When I was young?Were you in love?Those days,wed never heard of love.But you were married.That was Gods will.I was only thirteen.And my Vanya was even younger.Spent all my time crying.They untwined my plait,and led me to the altar.Youre not listening.What is it?Are you sick?Im not sick.Im not sick.Well have to askthe officers from the garrison.Why?Nanya said Tatyana wasgoing to marry a soldier.She also said youd marry one.And I will.I will marry the soldierwho has conquered my heart.- Its your move.- Is it?Youve just take your own rook.- Have I?- Yes.We should invite Monsieur Onegin.We should, I suppose.Out of respect to his uncle.We should ask Tatyana.Its her name day, after all.Tanya?I dont think hed want to come.No, he wont.Hes above our country ways.I think he believes himself to be.I thought you were friends.We are, but.we had a disagreement.Politics?No.About me?- Oh, no, no.- I bet it was.Is he my secret admirer?Did you have to defend my honor?What did you argue about?Nothing of consequence.I think he needsa friend like you.Is that youre way of sayingyoud like him at your name day?A drink for Monsieur?Yes, Ill pass them.Come on, everyone.Tatyana, Monsieur Triquets waiting.Ladies and gentlemen, please.Silence, please.Silence!Thank you.En celebration of her name day,I would like to share with youa short ode I have composedin honor of our dear Tatyana.Were listening, sir.This day we celebrate,in admiration of beauty and charm.Her sweet and enchanting lookshines on us,all of us,illuminating us with her light.Didnt I say dont be late?Then why are you late?Shine forever.beautiful Tatyana.I thought you saida small gathering.I lied.Thank you for your letter.I would like to apologize.I shouldnt havedeclared my feelings.But you would not be yourself,had you not.I admired your letter.Admired?Yes.Your candor.I was moved by it.However,I would not wish you to promised by it beingin my possession.Its yours.Please.Its yours.Love.I am told, heightens our senses,but lowers our perception.Im not someone who ismade for love or marriage.You do not return my feelings?I cannot.Cant you see where this leads?A declaration.A kiss.A wedding, family.Obligation.Boredom.Adultery.Is that really the futureyou had in mind for yourself?No.No.I believe in the possibility of.Of what?Im sorry if I upset you.But please believe me,I say this for your own good.You are young and impressionable.Anyone, any stranger could havestumbled into your lifeand aroused yourromantic imagination.Im sorry if Ive led youto believe Im something else.Do you feel nothing?No, I.I am fond of you.I think that you are.I think that.you are charming,and Im distressed youre in pain.But.the pain you feel today will,I suspect, leave you quite soon.I think it will evaporate.And then youll be surprisedthat you ever felt for me.And in time youll meet someonemore deserving of your love.Its the future you predict for me?Yes.You interpret my heart,my nature, as you wish.In truth,I have no secret longingto be saved from myself.I think we shouldreturn to your guests.You curse yourself.Who are you looking for?You.Thank you.Mademoiselle.May I have the pleasureof the next dance?Just one more dance, please.- But you promised.- Please.Please.Please.What the hell are you doing?Im dancing with Olga.Youre seducing the woman I love!Arent you?If that were true,it would not be difficult.Youre blind.Your fianc閑 is young and foolish.And easy.Monsieur Triquet?Monsieur Triquet,have you seen Vladimir?How beautiful you are, my angel.Come here a moment.Sit next to me.What?Whats the matter?Its only me.Have you heard from Vladimir?No, why?You read so much into everything.Look.There he is. Hes here.Ive missed you.Ive missed you.Where have you been?I looked everywhere for you.You disappeared.I left early.- Will you forgive me?- There is nothing to forgive.I shouldnt have danced with him.Come here.Come.You werent jealous, were you?You.mean the world to me.And you to me.My love.Ill come by tomorrow.In the afternoon?Ill be here.Yes.A finely worded challenge.I congratulate you.A shame it should be inspiredby a misunderstanding so.easily resolved.You have gravely insultedyour opponent.This is his only meansof satisfaction.And Im sure thatyou were very.persuasive.I need hardly remind you, sir,that refusing would make youan object of ridicule.So you accept then?Not true.What did you say?The rotation of the wheel.Not true.Camshafts probably rotting.Hes late.He often is.Youre late.Youre late, sir.Are we?How late?Youre outsidethe minutes grace permitted.Wheres your second,for Gods sake?Monsieur Guillotwill act as my second.Hes a servant.Hes not acceptable.Then we must abandon this charade.Vladimir.If you wish to communicate withyour opponent, do so through me.Vladimir.You arrive late.You offer a manservant as a second.Your behavior is offensive.Is this necessary?You have insulted the honorof the woman I love.There can be no reconciliation.This is a misunderstanding.No reconciliation!Please, Vladimir.No.reconciliation!So be it.Five paces.One:The opponents shall standthirty paces from one another.Two:On my signal, you will startmoving towards one another.You may fire at any time,but you must not crossthe barrier marks.Three:Following a miss, the opponentsare not permitted to move.Thus he who shoots firstallows his opponent the samedistance for returning fire.Four:The pistol shall be dischargedin the direction of the opponent.In the event thatneither opponent has been hit,both having fired,the duel shall start again.Ten paces!Please take your first positions.Ready.Oh, no!Vladimir.Vladimir.Hes gone.Left quite suddenly.He said not toexpect him back for some time.Where did he go?He didnt say.Ill leave you now.Thank you.Check.Youre in check.Olga overcame her grief.I knew she would.Shes like me.Practical.Shes made a very good mat