The Lower Depths

A wealthy baron, ruined by gambling, faces the abyss of bankruptcy and even contemplates ending his life. In a moment of desperation he discovers his gun is missing, and he confronts Pépel, a thief who had targeted him. What could have been a deadly confrontation instead unfurls into a darkly comic exchange: the two men share “a drink between colleagues,” a scene framed with light humor that quietly seals an unexpected friendship. The baron, seeking to salvage some dignity, lets Pépel depart with a bronze sculpture, while creditors descend on the baron’s once-grand home, stripping it of furnishings and warmth. In a small, ironic turn, the baron tells his loyal servant Félix that he hopes all that Félix has stolen from him will cover his unpaid wages, a remark that Félix accepts with grim practicality.

Pépel’s luck runs afoul when he is arrested for the bronze theft, and he jokes with the police until the baron arrives to identify him as a “dear friend,” tying their fates together in a way neither could fully predict. The narrative then shifts from the baron’s fading sense of fortune to life in the city’s shadowy slums, where men cluster around card games and the air hums with rumor and rough camaraderie. A woman who reads romances becomes a communal joke—part storyteller, part symbol of dreaminess amid harsh reality—while a mosaic of brief vignettes and character sketches paints a picture of poverty, pride, and precarious everyday survival. Into this environment the baron returns, not as master but as a lodger, and Pépel arranges a simple bed for him as the two navigate a new, uneasy common ground. The baron’s presence at the card table… a habit he had once despised or ignored—now becomes part of the daily rhythm of the slum.

Tension thickens as the police inspector arrives and crosses paths with Kostylev, the slum landlord, while Natasha—Kostylev’s wife’s sister—enters the frame with a quiet, stubborn resolve. Pépel speaks with Vassilissa, a figure who embodies the tensions between desire, loyalty, and the lure of a safer, more stable life. She longs for a future beyond the slums and hopes Pépel might choose a path that could spare them both pain, even as memories of better times tug at him. A scene of mourning for a woman who has died punctuates the neighborhood’s mood, provoking fatalistic remarks from neighbors and a sense that life here moves in slow, inexorable cycles.

The romance thread tightens as Vassilissa urges Natasha to seek an escape that isn’t tethered to a life of crime or dependency. Natasha, though drawn to a man with a steady job, finds herself torn between practical need and the lure of a more idealized love. The baron, meanwhile, becomes a student of the slum’s social dynamics, listening as the romance reader recounts her imagined adventures to Natasha—stories that mirror, in distorted form, the real passions and fears playing out around them. When the inspector and Natasha dine indoors while others linger outdoors, the social distances among the lodgers become more pronounced, and Natasha’s flirtation with danger—her reluctance to yield to the inspector’s advances—unfolds against a backdrop of music from a distant band and the constant hum of the street.

As events progress, Pépel and Natasha’s bond deepens. A chase through the crowded lanes ends in a confrontation between Pépel, Natasha, and the inspector, with the harsh consequences of choices made in desperation laid bare. The pair’s confession of love sits atop a broader, grimmer reality: Kostylev and Vassilissa insist on Natasha reconciling with the inspector, and their intervention escalates into a violent clash that shakes the entire building. The lodgers join Pépel in a furious assault on Kostylev, a fight that ends with Kostylev dead and nobody clearly taking responsibility. The neighborhood’s moral calculus is unsettled: Vassilissa denounces Pépel as a murderer, while the baron, trying to be both observer and participant, declares it a chaotic brawl in which everyone is complicit. The chilling refrain from those nearby—that “the lower depths killed him”—lingers as the police arrive, finding Pépel comforting Natasha and leading him away.

In the epilogue, the slum’s gravity loosens its grip on some people: Vassilissa departs the area, Natasha brings Pépel home from prison, and the slum’s most peculiar resident—the combined madman and drunkard known as “the actor”—takes his own life. With an economy of possessions and a shared stubborn hope, Natasha and Pépel set off down the road together, carrying only the small, stubborn belief that a different life might still be possible beyond the row houses and riverbank shadows.

Last Updated: October 07, 2025 at 08:15