The Lower Depths Page #6

It'll do you good.

Settle down.

Let me do it. lt's nice and cold.

- The fresh air is helping already.

Little fool.

Sure you're not nuts?

I think you twisted my arm.

That's not all.

Id twist your neck to stop you.

I don't have a choice.

What else can I do with my life?

Unless I follow Anna

into the hereafter.

No, you're not going to follow Anna.

- Then who?

- Me.

Where? To prison?

Natasha, try to understand me.

It's true - Im a thief.

No one ever taught me anything else.

My father was the same,

and even before I could walk,

people called me a thief.

Maybe if they hadn't,

things would've been different.

Tell me, Natasha.

Won't you try to understand me?

Believe me.

Suppose I did?

If you believed me,

I swear Id give it all up,

stealing and all this filth.

We'd go away together, anywhere.

Far away.

Id work. I can read and write.

Im a good locksmith.

Im strong, and with you in my arms,

Id be even stronger. Id move mountains!

Just say you trust me.

- Silly Pepel.

- Why?

- Are you blind?

- What do you mean?

- Don't you understand?

- Tell me.

Let me go!

I love you, Pepel.

Ill follow you anywhere.

Wicked girl!

Don't you realize

you're sinning against God?

Don't bother taking that off.

Go to your fiance, right now,

and beg forgiveness.

I won't!

You have no idea how angry I am!

Go apologize!

- I won't!

- Obey him!

I won't! Let go!

You won't go?

You scum!

That's Natasha screaming!

Filth!

Get upstairs quick.

Natasha needs you.

Did they hurt you?

Get off me!

Careful, Pepel!

This is a family matter!

Have you no shame?

If you touch her,

you'll answer to me!

Let me at that bastard!

Let me go!

Let me at him!

A pretty pickle.

This looks bad.

Here come the police.

Kostylyov's been murdered.

Pepel killed him.

Yes, Pepel did it.

I saw it with my own eyes.

It was Pepel.

He's upstairs.

What are you waiting for?

It wasn't a murder.

It was a brawl.

We're all just as guilty as Pepel.

He was an old bastard.

His lack of kindness was what killed him.

I got a few licks in, too!

He was about done for.

- I kicked him -

- We don't know who hit him.

I hit him, too!

The lower depths killed him,

not just Pepel.

- Quiet, old fool.

- lt's the truth.

- Where is he?

- Upstairs with my sister.

It;s carnival today

All the world is celebrating

Wearing unique costumes

Everyone is masquerading

Im leaving.

You hear me? Im leaving.

All my life Ive wanted

to escape from here.

Im finally leaving.

Hey, silly goose.

What are you sniveling about?

What will you do?

Ill wait for him.

He'll leave, you'll see.

Who's he?

Who's he? Him. Me.

You're so modest,

he of the confused genius.

Where will you go?

To look for a town, a hospital.

A big, bright, clean hospital,

all marble and no dust.

Ill get better there.

Ill be myself again.

Ill be on the path to rebirth,

as King Lear said.

Ill regain my name,

my stage name.

No one knows it here.

You don't know

what it's like to lose your name.

My name.

Even a dog has a name, but not me!

That Louka was a dangerous charlatan.

He's turned your head

with his lies, poor actor.

You're the liar, charlatan.

Shut up, milady. Louka was senile.

Baron, tell the truth:

Was Louka lying?

He lied all day long.

Was he lying about the place

where drunkards can be cured?

He meant if you keep drinking,

you'll end up in the madhouse.

- The madhouse?

- The madhouse.

Don't listen. lf Louka said so,

it must be possible.

The madhouse?

You're a real baron.

Even in rags you're a menace.

Little louse.

Can't you play something

more cheerful?

Sit, Jessica.

Look how the floor of heaven

is thick inlaid

with patines of bright gold.

There's not the smallest orb

which thou behold'st

but in his motion like an angel sings,

still quiring to the young-eyed cherubims.

Such harmony is in immortal souls.

But whilst this muddy vesture of decay

doth grossly close it in,

we cannot hear it.

Harmony.

Come. lt won't take long.

To die, to sleep, no more.

And by a sleep to say we end

the heartache and the thousand

natural shocks that flesh is heir to.

To die, to sleep, no more.

And by a sleep to say we end

the heartache and the thousand natural

shocks that flesh is heir to.

Listen to the actor.

He's got talent.

Well, Baron, I have nothing

to give you as a souvenir.

So let's divide up the stables.

Take one.

- You have any money?

- Ive got 40 rubles. That's enough.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Nastia.

You're a true friend.

Forty rubles.

Forty rubles. For two people.

That's what I said: 40 rubles.

Sentinel, keep close watch

I could never lie to you

I would prefer my freedom

Come quick!

It's serious.

The actor's hung himself.

Tonight the singing's come to an end.

Come on.

Let's get moving.

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