Dead Souls (Мертвые души)

Creative Association Television Film

By order The State The USSR Committee On TV And Broadcasting

Nikolay Vasilievich Gogol Dead Souls Poem

First episode

Rus ...

Rus.

What do you want from me

Which incomprehensible connection lurks between us

What inconceivable mysteric power do you attract

Why do you look as such

Why is everything that is in you

From the object of the animate

Turned to me the full expectations

What are you awaiting from me

What should I do for you, Rus

The thought before Your space,

Do not be afraid.

Do not be afraid.

It's hard for your life

A heavy fate.

And great is your deed.

For the time has come to save the people.

Me, the man who split it all?

be patient, fearless And compassion

And go where you must be

As a descendant of your people

And tell people the whole truth of life

From the first cry to the to the grave.

And yes there will be a life-tale of it -

Teachings and salvation to people.

Dare, man!

Get up and go.

Call out to the slumbering man

Come on him from the bank

And scream at the top of your voice

To save his poor soul.

Already it is far from the coast

Already it carries and carries it

Daily sleepy intoxication Current life

With its deceptions, The worship of a rubel

And he is insensibly clothed with flesh And all that flesh has become.

As almost there is no soul in him

Without a living human soul -

- the earth will perish. Let the world be alive!

And not dead souls.

It was not quite the same

He should have gone to a grandmother From the mother side,

That would be better.

And he was born simply as a proverb says:

Neither in the mother, nor in the father, But a traveling young man.

Neither in the mother, nor in the father, But a traveling young man.

Dark and modest origins Our hero

The parents were noblemen, But pillars or personal ...

God knows!

Life at the beginning looked On our hero

Somehow sour, uncomfortable,

Through some cloudy, Snow-covered window.

Neither in the mother, nor in the father, But a traveling young man.

- with God? - With God!

With God!

Do you want to?

Simple water, from the cascade of Terni.

And this is not found in the whole of Europe.

Healing all sorts of diseases.

Thank you, I'm perfectly healthy.

No?

Look, do not regret later

- with God? - With God!

Chapter 1st.

At the gate

At the gate of the hotel of the provincial city of N

The provincial city of N

I drove quite pretty

In spring in a small chaise,

In which bachelors ride,

bachelors..

Retired lieutenant-colonels, Captains-captains,

Landlords with about a hundred Souls of peasants,

In a word, all those,

Who are called gentlemen

are mediocre.

gentleman sitting in the cart.

not handsome,

and not a bad appearance but

Not too fat,

is not too old,

but yet not sovery young.

His entrance

Did not make any noise in the city

and it was not accompanied by anything special.

Only two Russian peasants, sitting At the door of the tavern in front of the hotel,

made some comments,

Related, however, rather to the crew, Than to those who were sitting in it.

Look you! Look at that wheel!

What do you think,

Will the wheel reach Moscow?

Or not make it?

It will make it.

And to Kazan, I think

To Kazan?

It will not reach Kazan.

Here, here.

Here are the rooms, your Honor.

The most peaceful rest. Please, sir.

Who is this?

He arrived yesterday.

Lieutenant some kind of military man.

- Lieutenant? -Yes, I do not know what.

from Ryazan.

Greedy horses.

Well, yes, well.

Behave yourself and forward well.

Do you need something?

No.

These are iridescent colors like kercheifs

Married masters -

- usually prepares his own hands of the spouse,

providing decent instructions how to wrap up

but single

I probably cannot say, who can, God knows!

I've never worn such Kercheif scarves

With the goose water, With Pavel Ivanovich leanness.

And the President of the Exchequer

- Ivan Grigorievich. "How, Ivan Grigorievich?"

A good name is Ivan Grigorievich.

I have a mother's uncle also named Ivan Grigorievich.

-What Attorney? - From the goose - the water,

with Pavel Ivanycha - thinness.

And who is the police chief?

And if there was -

in your province any disease?

Kills, what some fevers,

rampant fever?

Well, a pestilence, smallpox, for example, did not have?

No, there is not, there is not. God was merciful.

bad luck.

Petruchka (Parsley)!

Dress!

Petrucka!

Dress, bastard.

"They told the police to file." "Well done, behave yourself well."

Oh, you!

Did you even take a bath or something?

Yes, I went! the same, bath, bath, bath

... Kole kolezhese ...

kolezhese kolezhesky ...

Kollesjskij

... CNO sovee ...

Counselor!

Counselor Kollesjskij

Counselor Kollesjskij

Pe ... and ... Papa...

IVE Ivan ... ... Ivan ...

And! Pavel Ivanovich!

Good, good city.

Not worse than the others.

Chichi ... Chichikov.

Looking for girl 19 years, with experience in the laundry business...

Tchitchikov. Pavel Ivanovich Chichikov.

Pao ... me ... the landowner.

Then there was illumination.

Our city is decorated

Thanks to the care of a civil ruler

Year old Garden

consisting of shady broadleaf trees.

interesting.

It was very touching to look,

As the hearts of citizens trembled in abundance, thanks.

Streams of tears flooded in appreciation

Lord mayor.

Spaniards in Peru, or the death of Rolla. Interesting.

The poster was a little remarkable.

Play drama Kotzebue,

in which Mr. Rolle played Poplevin,

Cora is the daughter of Zyablova.

Other people were even less Wonderful, but he -

Was well-read and all.

Reached rates stalls

And found out that the poster

was printed in the printing house of the provincial government.

The day seems to have been concluded

portion of cold veal,

A bottle of sour cabbage soup,

And strong sleep

In the whole pump roll,

As expressed in other places of the vast Russian state.

You Zadurit. You again Zadurit.

Do not lie, obey the elders,

Bear virtue in the heart,

Do not lie, never lie

Bear virtue in the heart,

Excuse me

I considered it an indispensable duty to visit,

To pay tribute to the head of the province.

I am now.

I like, you know, in the morning a little for the soul.

Yes, please.

Well, Chichikov Pavel Ivanovich.

- That's right. - I am glad.

Well, how did you get settled?