The Mirror Page #2

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I may be wrong...

Let's start from the beginning.

I'd rather do it myself.

Everybody's rushing,

no one's got any time!

You think I'm afraid?

No, let other people

be afraid.

Some people should work,

and others should be afraid.

Well, nothing awful has happened.

If it happened, it happened.

We've been printing all night...

I waited for you since yesterday's

morning.

That you won't come they probably

guessed.

Remember what a beautiful weather

it was?

A holiday weather!

And I walked coatless.

Today you're here, and they have

arranged

An utterly gloomy and cloudy day,

It rains, and it's getting unusually

late,

The rain drops run down the cold

terrain,

Unsoothable by word, unwipable

by hand...

You see, it wasn't there, was it?

Everything is all right.

It wasn't...

That would've been a horrid mistake.

Why are you crying then?

I even saw that word typeset.

What word?

Great!

This is pure alcohol.

Not much, but it might help.

You've got all drenched up.

You look like a scarecrow!

Really, I'm all wet.

I guess I'll go and take a shower.

Where's my comb?

You know who you resemble now?

- Who?

- Maria Timofeyevna.

What Maria Timofeyevna?

Here. You've been looking for

your comb, haven't you?

Tell me, who's Maria Timofeyevna?

There was such a woman,

Captain Lebyadkin's sister.

You're the spitting image

of Lebyadkina.

In what way do I resemble her?

Yes, Fyodor Mikhailovich was...

Whatever you may say...

What?

Lebyadkin, bring some water!

The difference is her brother would

not bring her water, but beat her.

Explain it. I don't understand.

All your life is just that

"bring some water!"

Just an appearance of independence.

If something doesn't suit you,

you pretend

it doesn't exist.

What nonsense you're talking!

I'm amazed at the patience

of your ex-husband.

He should have run away

much sooner.

What do you want from me?

Have you ever admitted

you were wrong? Never!

You just made up

this whole situation!

As long as you haven't succeeded

in elevating your dear husband

to this nonsensical emancipated

condition of yours,

then you can be sure

he has been saved just in time.

As for your children, you will

definitely make them miserable.

Stop this idiocy!

Come on now, Masha!

Leave me alone!

My earthly life traversed but

by a half,

I found myself lost in a twilight

forest...

I always said

that you resemble my mother.

Apparently, that's the reason

we divorced.

I notice with horror how much

Ignat is becoming like you.

Why with horror?

We two could never talk

like normal human beings.

When I recall my childhood

and my mother,

somehow she always has your face.

I know why though.

I pity you both,

you and her.

Why?

Ignat, put the glass down!

You won't be able to live

a normal life with anyone.

Probably.

Don't feel offended.

You seem to be convinced

that the very fact

of your existence close by

will make everybody happy.

You only know how to demand.

That's because I was brought up

by women.

If you don't want Ignat

to become like that,

get married as soon as possible.

- Get married to whom?

- This I don't know.

Or give Ignat to me.

Why didn't you make it up with

your mother? It was your fault.

What fault?

She's convinced herself she knows

better than I how I should live.

That she can make me happy.

As far as mother is concerned,

I can feel it better than you.

What can you feel better?

That we're getting more and more

distant,

and I can't do anything

about it.

Natalya, try to distract him.

He's talking of Spain again.

It will end up in a scandal.

I wanted to ask you for a favor...

We're redecorating now.

Ignat wants to live with you

for a week.

I will be very happy.

What does he say?

He's showing the great matador

Palomo Linares.

Most of all he was excited

by the farewell he was given.

The whole town came to see him off.

People sang and danced.

His mother couldn't come,

she was sick.

And his father stood aside,

sad and silent.

He knew they were thinking

the same thing:

that they probably will never

see each other again.

Are you mocking at us or what?

We taught you and taught

and it was no use.

Now it turns out you can!

He went to Spain and didn't

understand anything.

Did you ever want

to go back to Spain?

I can't go, I've got a Russian

husband.

And Russian children.

I'll talk to her myself!

Ignat!

Come here. I'm leaving.

Always in a hurry...

Don't put it together, just give it

to me like that.

- Oh, I felt an electric shock.

- What shock?

As if it had already happened...

But I've never been here before.

Come on, give me the money

and stop dreaming.

Clean up a bit,

make the place tidy.

Don't touch anything here.

If Maria Nikolaevna comes

tell her to wait for me.

Come in. How are you?

May we have another cup

for the young man?

Take the notebook from the third

shelf in the bookcase, will you?

Read from the page that is marked

with a ribbon.

"To the question how sciences

and arts affect

people's morals, Rousseau answered:

Negatively'."

Read only what is underlined

with the red pencil.

"Notwithstanding the..."

Oh no!

"The division of churches

separated us from Europe.

We remained excluded

from every great event

that had shaken it.

However, we had our own,

special destiny.

Russia, with her immense territory,

had swallowed up the Mongol

invasion.

The Tartars didn't dare

crossing our western borders.

They retreated to their wilderness

and Christian civilization

had been saved.

To attain that goal

we had to lead

a special kind of life

which, while leaving us Christians,

had made us alien

to the Christian world.

As for our historic

insignificance,

I cannot agree with you on that.

Don't you find

anything significant at all

in today's situation in Russia

that would strike

a future historian?

Although I'm heartily attached

to our sovereign,

I'm not at all delighted with

everything I see around me.

As a man of letters,

I'm being annoyed, insulted,

but I swear that for nothing

in the world would have made me

change my home country

or have any other history

than the history of our forbears,

such as it was given us by God."

From Pushkin's letter to Chaadayev.

October 19, 1836.

Go, open up.

I'm afraid I've got the wrong

address.

Ignat, how are you doing?

Did Maria Nikolaevna come?

No. Though some woman came,

but she's got the wrong apartment.

Find something to do

or invite somebody.

Do you know any girls?

You mean from my class?

Oh no!

At your age I was already in love...

During the war...

With a redhead...

Her lips were always blistered.

Our military instructor was chasing

after her, he was shell-shocked.

Are you listening to me?

What did you fire at?

You think I didn't see it?

You were firing up!

What's wrong with that?

There's no one there.

And what if somebody was there?

There're only trees there.

And what if somebody climbed a tree?

About face! I commanded

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