«Onegin» Hotel (Отель «Онегин»)

Cinema Fund Russia

Studio M.I.R.

with support of Cinema Foundation of Russia

presents film

“ONEGIN” HOTEL

Screenwriter Irina Margolina

Director Irina Evteeva

Composer Olga Petrova

“The magic charm of song divine Brings back to lite the olden days,

Writes anew on memory’s page The record of past joys and griefs.”

Barry!

Come here.

- Grandma! Grandma! - Grandma, grandma.

“There is a green oak by the bay ,

And on the oak a chain of gold:”

- Grandma, what is Lukomorye? - Lukomorye is a bend of the sea.

It’s where the sea curves back on itself.

It’s where the sea bends like a bow.

“A learned cat, both night and day, Circles upon that chain, of old:

And to the right - he spins a song, And to the left - a tale of wrong.”

“What marvels there! The wood-sprite rides,

Among the leaves the mermaid hides;”

- Grandma, who is the Leshy? - The Leshy? He’s a little

forest creature, a kind of imp.

Ah, I see!

- You see? - The Leshy isn’t very good,

because he’s an imp.

In Pushkin’s works, there are no

characters who are too good, or too evil,

even his imps are charmingly devilish.

God will provide.

That’s how I fell in love with Pushkin and everything connected to him.

That was the last time I saw Grandma Nina,

but even now, when I read Pushkin, I can still hear her voice.

“Do keep me safe, my talisman;

Keep safe through days when I am banished,

Days I am penitent or anguished; The day they gave me you was glum.

When ocean waves arise and run And roar their threats to pull me under,

When clouds explodein rumbling thunder,

Do keep me safe, my talisman.”

Artur Vakha

Lyubov Kazarnovskaya

Sergey Byzgu

Sergey Dreiden

Elena Rufanova

Anastasia Filippova

Maksim Samylin

- Hello, Barry. - Yes, Boris.

- Packing up? - I’ve decided, now or never.

The doctors give me no more than a year or two.

They’re overreacting. They’re just trying to scare you, to deceive you.

Ah, it’s easy to deceive me, and I’m happy to be deceived.

I’ve drowned in Pushkin.

And the more I read, the less I understand.

You’re a Pushkin scholar.

- Tell me, why is that? - Yes. It’s Nabokov. Yes.

His most extensive commentaries on “Eugene Onegin.”

Here he writes, look:

“My fame will be secured by ‘Lolita’ and ‘Onegin.’ Here.”

“Lolita” is understandable, it’s a semi-pornographic novel,

but “Onegin” is a great work of literature.

And to touch it is to achieve immortality.

You’re a director. You’re a tremendously talented person.

Perhaps with your puppets, you’ll understand him.

Grandma used to say: “God will provide.”

A wise woman.

You’re going to Pushkin’s country, aren’t you?

I believe in you. You’re Russian.

- A quarter. - That’s enough.

I think this is all very personal for you. What will happen to him?

That’s the problem. Maybe you’ll feed him?

Between the two of us, it would be nice if he fed me.

We’ll stay in touch.

Cat, don’t walk on Pushkin!

These are the mysteries of the novel “Eugene Onegin.”

How old is Tatyana?

It’s impolite to read someone else’s notes.

But these aren’t letters. They’re not sealed.

Are you talking, or am I going crazy?

What’s wrong with that? In Russian - even better than you.

Why have you been silent for so many years?

There was no reason.

I read in your note, “how old is she,” that’s all.

Yes, there are versions that she’s 13, and that she’s a teenager.

And if she’s 17,

then in Onegin’s time, she’d already be an old maid.

So, excuse me, you, the learned Cat,

started talking to read my note?

Don’t leave me. I deserve respect.

I’ll be useful to you in Russia. And I don’t need a visa,

just a vaccination certificate. And I know about medicines.

Everyone needs a certificate now.

Alright. But this is just between us, because, you understand,

they might not give you a visa, I mean, a certificate.

No problem. Cats know how to keep secrets.

Mom, hi! I’m on the plane.

No, I’m dressed warmly, don’t worry.

I’ll buy myself a sweater and a hat in Moscow.

I’ll look like Doctor Zhivago.

The cat? Yes, he’s sitting next to me.

Fifty quids of the best cat food in the luggage.

He’s calm. I am too. Please, think positive.

And take care of yourself. Love you. That’s it, kisses!

- Animation is primitive. - Profession?

- Just interested. - Barry.

- Dina. - I have a profession.

- Really? - Definitely.

- Are you famous? - In certain circles.

Are... you Russian?

- And you? - A quarter Russian.

- You speak well. - Grandma made sure of it.

And the cat is Siberian. And speaks Russian better than me.

Everyone has their flaws. Right?

To Moscow for work?

Yes. “Pushkin” is an animated film.

Alexander Sergeyevich?

School curriculum. “I write to you” we memorized. Funny.

I think it’s very touching. I think this Eugene

is some kind of infantile. Tired of living!

Go kill yourself. Tatyana, on the other hand -

she grew mentally and morally. That’s something to respect.

And we all fell a little in love with these Onegins. In our youth.

- How old are you? - Seventeen.

I think Tchaikovsky had the same opinion about Onegin and Tatyana.

- Pyotr Ilyich? - Exactly.

Well, I’ll be gone for a bit. Is the cat not peeing?

- He refrains during the flight. - I wasn’t trained. Sorry.

She stepped away for a moment, Anything to pass on?

No, thank you.

The airline is responsible for all minors

under fourteen years old, on board.

Under fourteen.

You’re quite educated for your age.

What do you mean?

Well, you’re still supposed to be a child.

I had no choice.

- Strict parents? - Mother.

- A teacher? - An opera diva.

Wow. An opera diva.

Took Pushkin’s fairy tales. Collected works, volume seven.

Letters of Eugene Onegin, poems from the 1820s-1830s.

“Ruslan and Lyudmila,” “Tales of Belkin,” Lotman, commentaries.

“All that a poet's heart might want,

Retreat far-flung from the worlding's storms,

Sweet conversation of one's friends. Now many, many days have flown,

Since the time when young Tatyana first, In a misty dream with her Yevgeny

Both dimly appeared in front of me,

And the outspread distance of a story Through the magic of a crystal ball

I scarcely could discern at all.”

, ,

“Always modest, always obedient, always as merry as the morn”

“Her eyes, as azure as the sky...”

“Smile, flaxen locks...”

Well, how do you like it?

And now Tatyana.

“Neither with her sister’s beauty, Nor with her rosy freshness

Would she attract one’s eyes.”

By the way, initially Alexander Sergeyevich planned

only one heroine - Olga.

“Sauvage, sad, silent, As timid as the sylvan doe,

in her own family She seemed a strangeling.”

These lines led Pushkin scholars to think

that Tatyana had autism. Sorry for the outrage.

- Are you being met? - I should be.

- And this is for me. Need a ride? - No, thank you. And this is for me.

- Hello. - Hello.

- Did you have a good flight? - Yes, thank you.

- My name is Barry. - Mine is Yelisey.

- The prince. - Have you found your bride?

Not yet. The wind here is so unpredictable.

“Wind, O Wind! Lord of the sky, Herding flocks of clouds on high.”

Ahead is Moscow. To the right, St. Petersburg.

And the Pushkin Hills. Mikhailovskoye.

Villages - Trigorskoye, Petrovskoye.

These are all estates

where our Alexander Sergeyevich created his works.

Remember, Barry, Pushkin is a state of mind.

Listen to how he wrote:

“Through wavy fogs the moon makes its way.

On the sad glades it pours a sad light.”

“Down through shivering fog, the moon now

Makes its way across the night,

Soaking melancholy meadows In a melancholy light.

Down the road through dismal winter, My quick carriage carries on

And the sleigh-bell's tuneless tinkle Is a numbing monotone.

Notes familiar in the music Of the coachman's winding song

Go from debonair carousal To lamenting lovers' wrong.

Neither hut nor glowing window. Snow and wasteland now. My eye

Merely marks the ciphered mileposts Coming close and going by.

- Darling Nina...” - “Darling Nina:

But for now the road is dreary. Sleep has hushed the coachman's tune.

Tedious, too, the tuneless sleigh-bell. Fog is masking out the moon.”

And also the town of Klin.

That’s where Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky lived.

And generally, we have Pushkin places everywhere.

“Ah, chums, how pleased I was when, all at once, the hemicircle

”of churches and of belfries, of gardens, domes, opened before me!”

“How long must I wander in the world, Now in a carriage, now on horseback,

Now in a cart, now in a coach, Now in a wagon, now on foot?

What’s better than a glass of rum! Sleep at night, tea in the morning;