1:03:01
The fireworks, the cannon,
even the piano plays for my money.
1:03:05
And you go on living only because
I, the grubby-faced, is alive!
1:03:09
Do you get it, Pavel Petrovich?
1:03:12
All you can do is teach how to live,
to believe, to rule the people.
1:03:18
But you yourselves, are you living?
Are you believing? No!
1:03:23
You, Pavel Petrovich, what are you
so proud of? Your blue blood?
1:03:28
But no one will feed you for that
today.
1:03:30
You have to know how to do something.
1:03:33
And what can you do? Yell like a deer?
1:03:41
You're good for nothing, my friend.
1:03:44
And I, the grubby-faced...
1:03:47
To choose such a word! Grubby-faced!
I can do anything.
1:03:53
I can do anything.
1:03:58
My father was afraid of even
approaching this house.
1:04:01
And I'm discussing weather
with his excellency here.
1:04:14
What are you doing, Gerasim?
1:04:16
It's no good, dear.
1:04:21
To reproach people for eating bread at
someone else's house. It's not nice.
1:04:31
Gerasim Kuzmich, will you please turn
down the lamp? It begins to smoke.
1:04:37
I just can't stand drafts and smoke.
1:04:42
The kerosene is bought for my
money, too.