The White Countess

Another punishment is waiting for her.

Such disgrace.

Who would have thought

when my son married her...

she would one day bring such disgrace

to his memory.

Even now she's in there,

putting on that powder.

God's watching her. God will punish her.

this shall not go on. I shall forbid it.

It's gone on long enough.

Grushenka, you hear me?

It's gone on too long.

Don't you worry, Mama. God will punish her.

Well, your aunt and I have discussed it.

We've decided, haven't we, Vera?

We're going to make her stop,

and if she won't, then we cast her out.

Isn't that right, Vera?

Don't think about it anymore, Mama,

and don't worry yourself.

You'll only distress yourself.

God will punish her for what she's doing.

It's you who'll be punished.

Why do you talk that way about Mama?

Why do you always say

horrible things about her?

Oh, silence, child. Silence.

You don't understand these things.

Thank God you don't.

If Mama didn't have to go out to work,

then you would have to go instead.

Then who would be the wicked one?

-Katya.

-Oh, silence.

-Where do you think you're going, child?

-I want to go and play.

No. She wants to play

with those frightful Jews downstairs.

-That's what you want to do, child?

-Let me go.

-Can I go downstairs, Mama?

-Yes, of course.

You shouldn't touch her

when you're going to your work.

But Katya is right, isn't she, Grusha?

If I didn't earn money for us,

it would be you who'd have to...

find a way.

And it wouldn't be so easy for you.

Then play something else.

You don't have to play that all the time.

Play whatever you want.

Oh, hello. Your daughter just came down,

did you know?

I know. I hope you don't mind.

Send her back upstairs

when you've had enough of her.

Would you like to stay for a moment?

Look at those rascals.

-I'll make you some tea.

-No, no, no. I must go. I'll be late.

-Thank you.

-Well, take care of yourself.

This city can be dangerous at night.

Oh, I can take care of myself. Bye.

Goodbye.

Do you speak French?

Of course you do.

Come on, say something.

This part of town, it's so dull.

Come to the French district.

It's much more fun.

There's more enjoyment, more laughter.

Come on.

Come with me. I'll pay you enough.

You won't regret it.

I'm expected at my work.

They won't miss you tonight.

I'm a rich man.

Really?

I didn't know rich men rode the tram.

Everyone rides the tram.

I saw T.V. Soong himself

on the tram the other night.

Besides, I have a limousnie.

It's waitnig just here. At this next stop.

A chauffeur, everything.

Get off and I'll take you where you're going.

Come on.

Some other time...

Hey, don't go!

We have to. We have to stick together.

And not just because we're Russians.

That's not the only reason.

...every time you're with him nit's Victor.

-Victor?

-Yes.

Well, hello again.

-How's your little one?

-Better, thank you. Much better now.

That one.

She went back with that German last night.

I knew she would.

She might as well be on the streets.

That's the third time this week.

You'll sit with me tonight, won't you?

It's a disgrace

the way some of these girls behave.

Have they no shame at all?

Isn't it the same for all of us?

You and me, too?

If you mean Monsieur Verdurni,

you know that was different.

And for you, too.

You're passionate. Love sweeps you away.

We're women, we can't help that.

Masha, all of us here have to fall in love

from time to time.

To feed our children...

and our mothers and our sisters.

Please, please sit with me.

Don't worry. I'll sit with you. It's all right.

Hey, hey, hey...

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