1:04:00
Where?
1:04:06
Mr Orbeli, I don't understand.
What has upset you so?
1:04:12
You and my father know
no insect can harm this throne
1:04:17
- It's of silver and treated oak
- It's not the throne
1:04:20
I'm very worried
1:04:23
See that velour from Lyon.
It's completely worn out
1:04:27
- We'll restore it. Be patient
- You don't have the time
1:04:30
You're right, Boris.
We don't have time at all
1:04:35
You won't ever see him again.
1:04:38
Speak!
1:04:41
He's your son
1:04:45
What difficulty are they having?
They seem uncomfortable
1:04:50
What do you expect?
1:04:53
You descend from the heavens...
1:04:55
...and no longer know
how to behave
1:04:59
Your son is director
of the Hermitage...
1:05:02
...like you and I before him
1:05:04
The wars ahead... terrible wars...
1:05:07
...but we managed to preserve
all this through the catastrophes
1:05:11
I can't hear any more
1:05:13
And you?
1:05:14
Yes, I hear, but not very clearly
1:05:18
What are they saying?
1:05:21
The elder Piotrovsky is asking...
1:05:24
... whether the director's telephone
is still under surveillance
1:05:28
His father tells him: "Forget it
1:05:32
"I would prefer telling you
about the Hermitage cats
1:05:36
"They are still here"
1:05:42
There are so many people
that I wasn't able to help
1:05:45
Ten years have passed.
You know what I'm referring to
1:05:50
But everyone speaks well of you...
1:05:53
Your books are still in print.
Those of Mr Orbeli too
1:05:56
That's particularly admirable
1:05:58
The dead weep with joy
when their books are reprinted...