The Queen of Spades Page #3
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- 1949
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with your amorous escapades.
My husband.
Anna, is anything the matter?
Give me the key.
Anna!
Why don't you answer me?
She was haunted by the fear of scandal.
The money belonged to her husband's regiment,
Somehow she must replace it without delay.
In her despair she remembered
the strange message from Saint Germain.
She had no alternative but to answer
the mysterious summons.
Nothing else could save her.
She would sell her soul... anything...
to save herself.
She went to the Dolgoruki Palace.
Go!
Saint Germain gave her the secret
In return she made the solemn vow
that no one else would ever know the secret.
Holy Virgin, have mercy.
Have mercy on me.
One hour later she was on the way
to the gaming rooms.
Accept this pledge.
She played the three cards in succession.
She won a fortune.
But the horrors of her visit to Saint Germain...
left a mark on her soul
for the rest of her life.
Please, sir, spare a kopek.
Please, please, sir.
Spare a kopek.
Please, sir, spare a kopek.
Please, please.
Who owns that house?
Countess Ranevskaya.
Countess Ranevskaya.
She's still alive?
Oh!
Will you do me a favor?
I like the army.
Oh, that's very good for me.
What is it?
Well, you see...
A secret of the heart.
Yes, yes...
Do you know the young woman in the house?
Lizaveta Ivanovna?
Of course I know her.
This is her dress I've got here now.
Wants to make it look new, poor thing.
As if we could work miracles.
Is there a chance of meeting Lizaveta Ivanovna?
Oh, I don't know. The old countess never lets her
out of her sight.
It's come here, do this, do that, all day long.
This coat of mine needs seaming.
Look, the seam here... could you?
Lizaveta!
Ana Fyodorovna.
Why do you come creeping into the room?
You're like the rest of them in this house.
The sudden shock might bring on a heart attack,
you'd hope.
If you think me capable of such wicked thoughts,
Anna Fyodorovna, would it not be better for me to go?
Go? And where could you go, pray?
Is that the gratitude you give your benefactress...
for taking you, a poor orphan, into her care?
You cannot want me here
if you think I wish for your death.
Why are you dressed up like that, pray?
Whom are you intending to captivate?
The prince my grandson was announced just now.
You said we were going for a drive, Anna Fyodorovna.
Drive in this weather?
It's calm out. There's not a breath of...
What's that you said?
It's calm out, and quite mild.
Nothing of the sort. It's windy and bitterly cold.
You don't wish to go, then?
Sit down and read to me.
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