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whose little finger is worth more

than your whole body and soul!

Who wouldn't admit you to their door!

But you've got so far, and are pleased

May we go?

Yes, but first sign your deposition.

I shall have you turned out!

I'm not afraid of anyone.

Because I'm a corpse

and you can't do me any harm.

No position could be worse than mine.

Here before your eyes you can see

the rare sort of unspoiled Russian man,

who, owing to the generosity

and gullibility of his nature,

fell victim to the highly corrupted

strata of society

You're late! Petrushin is addressing

the Court. Petrushin!

He's a genius! Hurry up!

Stay on the right, please,

till I make you more comfortable!

The law says the proceedings are public.

Not allowed, and that's all about it.

Ignorant fellow! You don't know

whom you are speaking to.

I am the public, and this

ignoramus Cerberus won't let me in.

But this door is not for the public.

I know, but I should be admitted.

Wait a bit they'll adjourn in a minute.

May I ask how the case stands?

The Counsel are speaking

Petrushin is addressing the Court!

And how do the defendants

bear their position?

With great dignity, especially

Karenin and Yelizaveta Andreyevna.

Not they're being indicted, but they're

indicting society! That's what is felt.

And on that Petrushin is working.

Well, and Protasov?

He is terribly excited.

He trembles all over.

He is particularly irritable.

Do you wish to go in?

I should like to.

You are Prince Abrezkov?

I am.

Let this gentleman pass.

There's an empty chair just to the left.

As I must say, these incredibly brilliant

observations, concerning heredity,

which the Assistant Prosecutor

lay down before us,

despite being of highly scientific nature,

are absolutely irrelevant in this case,

because the very validity of heredity

wouldn't be reduced to invalidity.

How are you, Ivan Petrovich?

And you, Petushkov?

How are things going?

Counsel is speaking.

But this fellow won't let me in.

Aristocrats! I am an aristocrat

of the soul, and that is higher!

Well, you must excuse me

How are you, Petushkov?

Splendid! He really moved me to tears.

It's better than any novel.

Only I don't understand

Dreadful object!

Look how excited he seems!

Protasov!

Stupid!

Vile! Dreary, dreary!

Senseless.

Well

Well, my friend!

Our affairs are going well!

Only don't you go and spoil things

for me in your last speech!

I won't speak.

What is the use? I shan't do it.

Yes, you must speak.

But don't be anxious.

The whole matter is now in a nutshell!

Only tell them what you've told me

That if you are being tried,

it is only for not having

committed suicide: that is,

for not doing what's considered a crime

both by civil and ecclesiastical law.

I shan't say anything.

Why not?

I don't want to, and shan't.

Tell me, at the worst, what will it be?

I have already told you

at worst, exile to Siberia.

Who will be exiled?

You and your wife.

And at best?

Church penance, and of course

annulment of the second marriage.

Then they will again tie me to her

or rather, her to me?

Yes, that must be so.

But don't excite yourself, and please

say what I told you, that's all.

And above all, don't say

anything superfluous.

However I'm tired, I'll go and sit down;

and you'd better take a rest.

The chief thing is, not to lose courage!

All right, I think it is done.

Liza Liza!

Fetch a doctor! Run, run!

What's done is done.

Take me away!

Gorushka

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