Despair
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- 1978
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Russia!
...which we have lost forever.
Winter.
Oh, Lydia...
The peasants celebrating
in a flat sledge opens up the road...
snuffling through the snow,
swish through forests of birch and fir
with a trinkle of harness
and a crack of whip!
The wolves are invisible
behind their howls.
Oh, what a relief it was
to hear the Kremlin bells...
and to know that soon we
would be safe and warm...
around the samovar.
bring it all back.
You are a tease!
And you!
You are a teaser...
What's that accident all about?
- What accident?
- In America!
It doesn't say anything
about an accident...
...it says just to go crash. Collapse!
...Wall Street...
Were people killed?
Just a few.
Mostly jumping out of windows.
Nearly all of them were stock holders.
Oh Hermann...
Really, you are such a... such a
stupid woman, Lydia.
You've lived here for 7 years already
and you still can't speak the language
properly. Still, I don't mind.
Intelligence would take
the bloom off your carnality.
No, a woman like you should
keep moist and plump...
Lydia?
Lydia!
Who the hell wears red socks!?
Oh! They're Ardalion's...
He's always taking his socks off.
You know what it's like.
Your cousin stinks.
He should be in a zoo.
Blood is thicker than water, Hermann.
Hermann...
Handsome, isn't it?
Oh, Hermann!
You're so...
masterful!
How dare you come
into this room partly clothed.
Off with it!
Have you no sense of indecency?
Don't close the door!
- Why not?
- I want it open.
- But Elsie might...
- Elsie's gone to bed. Leave it open!
I'd like to know what's
going on in your head...
Which one?
I don't understand?
Lydia? Lydia... please!
Come along my feather-brained
cockatoo or you'll make me late!
- Quick!
- Yes!
Always late, late...
- Oh, Elsie!
- Yes Madam?
I'm just riding my husband to the office.
Make up the bed!!
I live in a house of parrots.
Will you please hurry!
Coming darling!
Oh, Elsie...
And don't forget what I told
- Good morning, sir.
- Morning.
- Good morning.
- Good morning, Frau Schmitt.
Please...
Ah, yes...
Too bitter...
or not bitter enough.
That is the problem!
At whom are we aiming?
Some girls only like it bitter.
Fastidious little prigs.
Then there are others,
the rich ones, smooth...
who like it milky and chocolaty.
Like my mother.
You know, my mother was like that.
She was a fat bourgeois
with too many rings
popping chocolates
into her fat, jowly face!
On wet afternoons she would go through
an entire box of peppermint creams
and the family photograph album.
Thank you.
I don't know why I tell you all this.
Please excuse me.
No, the problem is not
here in the chocolate,
the problem is in New York.
Germany has borrowed 7 billion dollars.
Mostly from American investors.
And now... the chocolate spree... is over.
There would be plenty of money around...
if it wasn't for this government
giving it all away to greedy foreigners.
But reparations must be paid, Mller.
Who says?
Well... the treaty of Versailles!
I didn't start the war,
Why should I pay for it?
Anyway, the war has been over 12 years.
My God! As long ago as that?
Now the politicians are betraying us.
If it wasn't for the reparations, Ge--
Germany could rebuild,
and become strong again and...
...regain her place...
as the greatest country in Europe!
Mller, Mller! You begin to sound
like that man in the newspapers.
- Alfred...
- Alfred Hugenberg.
- Some of the newspapers say that, too!
Alfred Hugenberg owns
those newspapers, yeah?
I don't care! 120 billion gold marks!
It will cripple us all!
You should have been at
the plebiscite meeting last night.
I am a foreigner here!
If enough of us vote against the payments.
That would be the end of it.
I suppose they could occupy the Ruhr...
like the last time you didn't
keep up the payments.
They are still there.
French and British troops!
On German soil!
Excuse me.
In my opinion, this is
just a little too bitter.
Slightly.
Thank you.
Hermann!
Lydia!
Perfect! Good!
Ardy's here, Hermann.
Just borrowing the bath!
I hope that's all right!
By all means...
Why don't you bring your laundry?
...while you're about it?
Won't keep you a minute!
Your gogel-mogel, Hermann?
That gogel-mogel is my gogel-mogel!
Only one gogel-mogel
is your gogel-mogel, Ardy.
The other gogel-mogel
is Hermann's gogel-mogel.
Since it is not a chocky-wocky...
I don't care whose gogel-mogel it is.
No thank you.
breasts and buttocks of your wife!
And I drink to the plump
dumpling brains of your cousin.
I intended a complement!
- Speaking as a painter.
- And so do I!
Speaking as a connoisseur of soft centers.
Chocolate technology lags hopelessly behind
the sweet confectionery
of Lydia's grey matter.
If you opened her cranium,
like an Easter egg,
you would find inside it, a motley
assortment of creams, of fondant,
...of praline, rum truffles,
liquid liquors,
and my favorite:
Turkish Delight.
My God!
But anyone can tell you
that she adores me!
She needs a patronizing type
like I need a patronize-able woman!
We're a perfect couple.
I like literature, she likes trash.
I'm clear-thinking, she's scatter-brained.
She's messy...
We are a perfect match!
Like a lock... and a key.
Oh, Hermann!
You talk about life as if it
had some deeper significance!
You be careful, Ardalion!
Be very careful what you say!
Because I think over there
is a man who looks exactly like
...a Viennese quack!
Lydia will be returning,
but only momentarily.
Do you want to make a bet?
She usually goes out twice!
left her comb on the wash basin
or else she needs some small change...
Ah! Here she comes now.
Look at her! Isn't she wonderful?
Look at her clothes.
Aren't they beautiful?
entirely on linguistics.
Brick red goes with cherry red
because, after all, they're both red.
She calls it echoing.
It's the same with her politics, you know?
When they clash, she says they echo.
- Red is red!
- Ooh, what are you two talking about?
Russian politics.
But what can you expect of Bolsheviks?
I couldn't find my lipstick.
You, uh...
dropped it.
I suffer but I never complain.
Ardalion?
Shall I tell you a marital secret?
There are some things which only
a husband and wife know about each other.
I don't think that would
be quite fair to Liddy...
Why not?
It's all in the family. And,
"blood is thicker than water"...
as Lydia is apt to remark so wittily.
- Are you ready?
- No, no.
- I find it most offensive of you to-
- Just as I thought!
You are nothing but a Ukrainian
peasant pretending to be a Bohemian!
Please give me the check.
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