The Last Station Page #4

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Vladimir Fedorovich.

Oh, Valentin Fedorovich.

I only want what's best for my husband

and my family.

If it was for me alone,

I could tolerate the situation...

...but I cannot stand by while

they steal my children's inheritance.

Well, I don't believe anybody

wants to do that.

I don't. I mean...

Theft goes against the principles

of Tolstoy thought.

I have a little gift for you.

It's a diary.

You know, everyone

should always keep a diary.

Yes, it's a very popular activity

around here.

You're teasing us.

But I trust you'll write the truth.

Well, that may not be so easy.

Nonsense. You've been listening

to your friends at Telyatinki.

No, no, just write

what you see around you.

What you see.

You're finished for the day?

Yes, he didn't need me

this afternoon.

I thought I'd come back here...

...and lend a hand.

You know, Lev Nikolayevich

considers himself a liberal...

...but he doesn't approve of women

doing physical labor.

- Don't you find that reactionary?

- No.

I find it sweet.

I find you reactionary.

What do you talk about

when you're with him?

We...

- Why are you blushing?

- I'm not.

We talk about me.

- Really?

- Yes.

He wants to know about my family,

my upbringing.

My connection to God

and my relations with women.

What relations are these?

All right, it's all right.

Well done.

I had a lover before I came here.

He was headmaster of the school

where I taught.

He was married.

He was happily married.

It was difficult.

We could make love only at school.

At school?

In the gymnasium,

after the girls had gone.

I see. I see.

- There you are.

- Have I upset you?

No.

No, I find you...

I appreciate your frankness.

- But you disapprove of me?

- No!

- I see it in your eyes.

- Not at all.

No. I think sexual behavior...

...and intercourse...

...how two men, or two women...

...or men and women...

...animals,

combine their physical parts...

...I find it completely neutral.

Listen to you.

You're a prig.

You're just like Sergeyenko. I mean,

why else would they have hired you?

- That's not fair.

- I don't care if it's fair. It's true.

That's it.

- I'm going.

- Do as you like.

Valentin Fedorovich?

Yes?

You forgot your horse.

Yes.

Where's Papa?

I had a dream last night,

about a Tartar girl I knew in the war.

A girl who died?

No, no, no. Just a girl

I had sexual intercourse with.

Sometimes, we did it twice a day.

God bless you.

I've never forgotten our time together.

The positions of our bodies,

and the taste of her.

It was a long time ago.

Really, you mustn't torture yourself.

Torture? You are a virgin,

aren't you?

Well, I try to be.

I mean, I try to be...

To what, to be a good Tolstoyan?

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