Knight Without Armor (1937)

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : [the darkness of the gulag is making him lose his mind. Shouting] Night... night... night! Night all the time! Ceaseless night! Nothing but night all over the earth! The sun must be dead! Everything must be dead! We're the last things alive!

Station Master : Take your seats, please! Kazan... Moscow... Petrograd!

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : I don't see the train.

Station Master : Sshh! Trains that are seen are being blown up.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : [Asking about a bribe] And all he wanted was your wristwatch?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : [Rhetorically] Well, what use is a wristwatch when trains are to be a week late?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Calendar finished yet?

Axelstein : Well, I can't be quite sure if its March 15th or the 16th. I suppose it makes little difference.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Well, at least we do know that it is 1916. Two years in this frozen hell while the rest of the world turns upside down and inside out. And no tobacco.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : I'm ready.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Wait!

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Am I not to be shot?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : No.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But, I want to be shot! I hate you all. I despise you! You're like vermin. Long live Russia! Long live the Czar!

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : When I was having long sleepless nights, I used to try to repeat verses to myself.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : You had sleepless nights?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : In Siberia.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : What verses?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Oh, Shakespeare, Browning, Shelley.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But, they're English poets. Have you been a student in Petrograd?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : No, at Oxford.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : But it was very seldom that Russian students went to Oxford.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : My father wanted me to go to Oxford.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : I see. Say some of your verses. Browning.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Browning. You must know, "Fear death?" "Fear death?-to feel the fog in my throat, The mist in my face - " Oh, I bet I am boring you.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Go on.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Well, just the end. I admire it. "For sudden the worst turns the best to the brave, The black minute's at end, And the elements' rage, the fiend-voices that rave, Shall dwindle, shall blend, Shall change, shall become first a peace out of pain, Then a light, then thy breast, O thou soul of my soul! I shall clasp thee again, And with God be the rest!" Do you like it?

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : It's optimistic. That's the English. Listen to a Russian poem. It is hopeless and pessimistic, like we Russians. "I have grown weary of my little dreams, I have outlived the hour of my desire, Alone with tortured empty heart, I weep..."

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Do you know this forest?

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : It belongs to me - belonged to me.

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : Are you thinking - that I wouldn't come back - for you?

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : When did you fall in love with me?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : The first time I saw you. Get up, I said. Get up. Return. And I was lost.

Countess Alexandra Vladinoff : Don't you like my forest?

Ainsley J. Fothergill aka Peter Ouronov : I adore you.