Russian Movie / Good Times

Flame of St. Petersburg, the final reel, Tatyana Alexandrova Vedette du cabaret, is singing her final number Aaah, aaah, aaah All of St. Petersburg is there. The Tsar himself is in the audience It is a farewell performance, for tomorrow she will become the Countess Ostrovsky There's going to be good times Nothing but good times They're going to be scattering those clouds all gray And all of those bad times Those terrible bad times Are going to be packing up and leaving town today So put on a smile Start waving your hand Whatever was grim is going to be grand And There's going to be good times Nothing but good times Good times are coming your way Cut to her dressing room and her faithful maid, Lisette "Madame" Yes, Lisette! "This note arrived for you" "Count Ostrovsky has deceived you Your lover, the student revolutionary Bolshevik anarchist, Anatol Will be shot! Ah! As he waits for you in vain on the Pushkin bridge This evening at the stroke of midnight. A friend." I must save him, summon my troika "But, Madame. the danger!" Not a word, Lisette. Pas un mot! To be in love is the sweetest thing But to risk everything for love is even sweeter! Tatyana, my love C'est lui, Ostrovsky "How you hate him!" Oh, God! My carriage is waiting, my love! Quick. There's no time. I must slip out the back way Hold him at bay for as long as you can Tatyana! Adieu, Lisette. Courage Tatyana! Cut to dark shadowy streets. Snow is falling The wind is whistling. A night of terror The clock strikes midnight Tatyana dismisses her troika driver And as she hurries down the empty, terrifying night-shadowed streets Her whole life swirls before her At last she sees the bridge over the canal And in the light of a solitary streetlamp, her lover She is in time She will save him. They will flee to Paris She begins to run but his figure seems to recede It's like a terrible dream Anatol! He turns. His eyes light up. He calls to her Tatyana! Bang. Close up Joy, not pain Illuminates her features Courage, not fear is writ large across her face This is not death. This is ecstasy Anatol, my Anatol! I wanted to warn you! "What have you done for me, my Tatyana?" Nothing, nothing, my Anatol! Red blood stains the snowy street She is fading fast. But she is in her lover's arms again at last And somehow forever So put on a smile Start waving your hand Whatever was grim is going to be grand And There's going to be good times Nothing but good times Viva la guerra, viva la revolucion, viva-! Good times are coming our way Fade to black The end