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or freedom versus responsibility.
So you tell him. Because you know.
Because you're from the West.
And before you've finished shaking your
dick, you think ''What a great country.''
That's why I love them.
And they're very fond of me.
Anyway,... later we talked about jazz,
and I played some.
What, somebody had a saxophone?
What else? Drum kit? Rhythm section?
How many women were there?
Three or four. But no Katya.
But there was someone, wasn't there?
Yes. There was someone.
Someone who is the reason
why we're all here. Yes?
- A man or a woman?
- Name?
Christ. The way you people
come alive when you smell blood.
They called him... Dante.
As in ''lnferno''.
The others said he was on holiday.
A drinking holiday.
He worked some place
where drinking wasn't on.
Everyone deferred to him.
He never spoke.
He just got drunk and stared.
- Stared?
- Mm. At me.
or with others?
I don't know.
Keep going.
Then I decided to give them all
a rest from wonderful me,
let them talk Russian for a while.
There's a graveyard
a couple of hundred yards up the hill.
It's a place of pilgrimage.
''If there is to be hope,
we must all betray our countries.''
Ah, Dante, old chum.
Come to pay your respects
to old Boris, have you?
Boris Pasternak.
Do you think he knows
people are allowed to read him again?
''All victims are equal.
None is more equal than others.''
Yes, well,... some write better than others.
''How sweet it is to hate one's native land,
to desire its ruin,
and in its ruin to discern
the dawn of universal rebirth.''
- Pasternak?
- No. Pecherin. An earlier poet.
Pecherin understood that it's possible to
love your country while hating its system.
If you say so.
I love my country.
I love it too - your country.
And I'm reasonably fond of my own.
To save it, perhaps
it's necessary to betray it. Yes?
Because you and I, we love truth.
Who are you, Dante?
What do you do for a living?
I am a moral outcast.
Oh, it's always nice to meet a writer.
And what sort of rubbish
are you turning out now?
Lies.
I am the lie.
Really?
You spoke the truth.
Promise me that you are not a spy, and
then I will make you a promise in return.
I'm not a spy, actually. Not my line.
You are nobody's spy? Not even ours?
Dante, I'm getting a bit jumpy,
to be honest.
I'm nobody's spy.
Let's talk about something else.
How about chess?
Oh, chess. In chess there are no lies.
But in my game lies are everything.
What game is that?
inside his armour.
You are in danger only from our lies.
I lie even to my masters.
So, promise me that if I ever find
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