The Last Station

Leo Tolstoy: It doesn't matter. If my heart stopped beating, I'd still go riding today.
Dushan: Your pulse is my responsibility.
Leo Tolstoy: No. It's mine.
Dushan: Fine. If you must ride, I insist you wear a coat. Even the sun is cold today.

Leo Tolstoy: Despite good cause for it, I have never stopped loving you.
Sofya Tolstaya: Of course.
Leo Tolstoy: But God knows you don't make it easy!
Sofya Tolstaya: Why should it be easy? I am the work of your life, you are the work of mine. That's what love is!

Sofya Tolstaya: I'm your little bird, you know the sounds I make.

Leo Tolstoy: And that was some sort of love call, I suppose?
Sofya Tolstaya: Brought you back to me.