:38:03
If only God would give me some sign.
:38:06
If he would just speak to me once.
:38:08
Anything. One sentence. Two words.
If he would just cough.
:38:12
Of course there's a God.
We're made in his image.
:38:17
You think I was made in God's image?
You think he wears glasses?
:38:20
- Not with those frames.
- Nothingness.
:38:25
Non-existence.
:38:27
Black emptiness.
:38:30
- What did you say?
- Oh, I was just planning my future.
:38:34
Why are you so preoccupied with death?
:38:36
Sit down with me for a second.
:38:39
Sonja, tomorrow morning I'm gonna
fight a duel with Anton Lebedokov.
:38:42
He's much better than I am at it
and I'll probably be killed.
:38:47
In case I don't see you again,
I wanted to say that I love you.
:38:50
- Boris!
- I've loved you ever since we were kids.
:38:53
I was heartbroken when you loved lvan.
:38:55
Why didn't you say something?
:38:57
- Would it have mattered?
- Oh, of course not, darling.
:39:00
If, by some miracle, I'm not killed
tomorrow, would you marry me?
:39:06
What do you think the odds are?
:39:09
To die before the harvest...
:39:12
The crops, the grains.
Fields of rippling wheat.
:39:16
Wheat. All there is in life is wheat.
:39:20
Sonja, here's your chance to do
something kind for a dying boy.
:39:24
But I don't really love Boris. I mean,
I love him, but I'm not in love with him.
:39:29
Oh, wheat! Lots of wheat! Fields of wheat.
:39:32
A tremendous amount of wheat!
:39:34
And yet, he loves me.
And he would make a devoted husband.
:39:37
Not too exciting, but devoted. We'd have
a family. Maybe we could rent one.
:39:42
I could learn to love him.
Me, Boris and six rented children.
:39:45
Or would I feel trapped?
Suffocated? Can't breathe?
:39:49
Open a window!
No, not that one! The one in the bathroom.
:39:53
Yellow wheat. Red wheat.
Wheat with feathers. Cream of wheat.
:39:57
Poor boy, duelling with Anton Lebedokov.