The Last Station Page #2

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...five or six of them, at least.

Right here.

Congratulations.

Well, I've read your essays.

How's the work progressing?

My boy, what is it?

- Oh, I've upset you in some way.

- No.

Was it the sofa?

I mean, it's only a sofa.

The sofa's wonderful.

I...

I'm very happy.

You're very kind to me.

You see, I am no one...

...and you are Lev Tolstoy.

And you ask me about my work.

I'll fetch you a glass of tea.

- Yes.

- Now, you rest.

Yeah, because there's work

for both of us to do, together!

Yes.

God.

This machine, it really is

the most extraordinary thing.

Mama, these people have nothing.

No, it's not for lack of land

that the muzhiks live in poverty.

It's because they have no willpower

and drink too much.

I am not suggesting

they be given land.

Private property is the root

of the problem.

- We should be giving ours away.

- God. Giving it to whom?

Yes, exactly.

I mean, this is ridiculous.

You think because the peasants

are poor, they're morally superior.

I believe that wealth corrupts us all.

Yes, I do.

It's a keystone of the movement.

Oh, God, I know

all about the movement.

If the peasants had money...

...they wouldn't surround themselves,

as we do...

...with footmen costing 10 rubles

a month.

No, they'd spend it on drink

and whores.

Valentin Fedorovich.

- What do you think?

- Tea.

You think that 50 years from now,

people will eat...

...while grown men walk around

waiting on them hand and foot?

- I think...

- That's good.

- Bless you.

- Stop scribbling.

I mean, you all think he's Christ,

don't you?

- He thinks he's Christ.

- I'm not...

I don't believe Lev Nikolayevich

is Christ.

- Christ is Christ, but...

- But what?

I do believe he's one of the prophets.

God speaks through him.

- I recognize the cadence in his voice.

- Oh, God, this is unbearable.

No wonder I feel lonely.

I'm surrounded by morons.

- Ma, you're being ridiculous.

- Oh, am I?

I have to sit here and listen to this talk

of love and God and equality...

...knowing all the time, full well...

...that Count Generosity is about

to give away everything we own.

Now, why do you keep going on

about this?

Why do you think that we should profit

from the work I'm doing now?

Which is only meant for the sake

of the people.

Stop writing!

Stop writing now!

In defense of my gift,

please let me demonstrate.

It's quite remarkable, really.

In the same way now,

a society of hunger...

...full of segregation...

I understand...

...not only with my mindV or heart...

- It's... It's your voice.

...but with my soulV

that the existence...

...of tens of thousands...

- It's your voice.

It's wonderful. It's wonderful!

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