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Flame of St.Petersburg, the final reel

Tatyana Alexandrova, vedette du cabaret

Is singing her final number...

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 of grey

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

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, is it?

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 trolka 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 ? 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