-My wife. -My husband.
Got you, lovebirds!
What are you waiting for? Arrest them!
Take the girl!
Back off! You have no right!
She’s my wife.
Come on, Aleksey Fiodorovich.
This girl is my father’s bondmaid, Katia Verbitskaya.
Here. I have the papers.
That’s what she was. Now she is my wife.
The ceremony has just finished.
Congratulations, but your marriage is void.
You stole our property.
Where is your gentleman’s honor?
Have you lost it? What is the punishment for theft?
Well, it’s for the court to decide.
Maybe a year in jail, maybe exile.
Wait! Nobody stole me.
I ran away.
The punishment for running away is flogging,
according to the law.
However, sir, you tell us.
Did she run away or did you steal her?
-I did. -Aliosha! Don’t listen to him! I ran away.
I took my chance and ran away, and then I met Aleksey Fiodorovich here.
Do whatever you want to me but don’t touch him.
I stole her.
I’m responsible, and I’ll answer before the law.
Oh, what a sacrifice.
Officer, put him in irons.
Excuse me, Aleksey Fiodorovich. What Irons?
Follow me.
-Don’t move! -Don’t you dare touch her!
It’s none of your business, sir. She is my property.
Stop!
You bitch.
Stop!
What do you wish, sir?
Go take a walk in the fields.
Don’t hurry to come back.
You...
You won’t dare.
No!
No! I’m not yours! I belong to your father!
What will he say?
Your mother!
Think about your mother!
My mother?
She’s dead.
What do you mean... dead?
Because of you.
She found out about your elopement and died.
Her heart couldn’t stand it.
Simon!
Where the hell are you? Let’s go.
Sofya Stanislavovna, I’ve been thinking about starting a business
with Kharkov merchants.
I heard that’s where Aleksey Fiodorovich has gone.
Did you hear from him? Was it a success?
Aliosha hasn’t written to me yet. He must be busy.
He probably has no time for correspondence.
I hope God will protect Mr. Kosach, and he will be home soon.
My son isn’t a child.
He can go wherever he want.
Ma’am. It’s...
What?
There is... a messenger from Aleksey Fiodorovich.
Where is he? Is he all right?
-He is... in jail. -What?
What jail?
-What? -Our Nezhin jail.
Sofya Stanislavovna! Water!
Water!
-I heard something at the market. -What?
Grigoriy Petrovich caught our Katia with that gent in Kiev.
-It can’t be! -Cross my heart!
The prison warden’s wife told me Mr. Kosach is at the gendarmerie,
and the master is coming home with Katia.
He’s not in any hurry.
The poor girl! What will happen now?
What will happen?
That gent will spend some time behind the grates,
and Katia will be sent to Siberia.
Hush! You big mouth.
Why call me names? I’m telling the truth. Right?
Maybe.
Or maybe they’ll just flog her.
Shut up! You’ll jinx her.
They’re here!
You’ve caught her, Grigoriy Petrovich!
Shall I flog her?
I’d be happy to. Come on, my dear. Let’s see how you’ll sing at the stake.
You had it coming. Imagining yourself a lady, eh?
Why are you trembling? Haven’t you been flogged before?
An unwhipped bondmaid! Now you’ll know how it feels.
They should have schooled you long before, lady.
Never mind. You’ll get your lesson now.
Stop!
Are you out of your mind?
Grigory Petrovich, she ran away. She needs a lesson.
What will I do with her if you flog her half to death?
Nobody will buy her.
Lock her... in the cellar.
I’ll decide later what to do with her.
I knew it.
I knew!
She gets away with anything.
She’ll kill someone tomorrow, and they won’t touch her.
Shut up!
Forty lashes. Quick!
What for?
I said, forty lashes! Are you arguing with me?
Do you want to be flogged, too?
-Move it! -What for? I didn’t do anything!
It’s all your fault, you viper! Bitch!
You wretched bitch!
Let you weep blood!
It’s my fault! Punish me!
Why torture Galia?
What are you waiting for? Whip her.
Yakov Yefimovich, my dear!
Stand up for me!
Didn’t I love you? Didn’t I please you?
Oh my God.
Please, Lida, don’t leave us! Help!
What can I... Sofya Stanislavovna, what can I do for you?
I would do anything, even give up my soul, for Aliosha to be home.
Please! Maybe we could bribe the jailers? Give them money?
Calm down. Your son will be all right.
This might even do him some good.
How can you? He’ll come up before the court.
He’ll be sent to prison or even exile!
Sofya Stanislavovna, suppose he comes out. Then what?
He’ll run back to her.
Let him spend a week there.
Maybe that’ll clear his mind.
He needs warm clothes. It must be cold in there. Also, some food.
Calm down, please.
Oh God.
Master!
Grigoriy Petrovich, dear!
Have mercy!
I’ve always served you faithfully!
Shut up, silly woman.
Give it to me.
Here.
That’ll teach you.
Sir!
Here you have it.
Sir, have mercy!
-Have mercy on her! You are... -Give way.
Sir! Sir, stop!
You’ll skin her alive.
We all ask you to have mercy! Don’t beat her!
Don’t beat her, Grigoriy Petrovich.
Give it to me.
Untie her.
That’s enough. And this one put in the cellar.
Someone help!
Newspapers, buy newspapers! Buy newspapers.
This is horrible.
So horrible!
Aliosha, my son!
My dear child.
Don’t, Mother. Don’t torture yourself.
-What will happen now? -I’m sorry, Mother.
I didn’t mean to hurt you so bad.
Why are you so thin?
I suppose you didn’t eat all this time.
Wait, I have something for you.
Nicolas.
Sit down.
Where is Katia? How is she?
Did you go to the Chervinskys?
I don’t know anything. I’ll go today or tomorrow.
Better think about your defense. What will you tell the investigator?
I’ll tell the truth. It’s all my fault. So I will answer for it.
I’m not scared of death. I could die any day at the war. Katia...
-Oh God. -They’ll flog her to death.
Stop it. No one is going to execute you.
Stop scaring your mother.
She is barely alive.
-Sofya Stanislavovna. -Oh God.
I assure you, I’ll get your son out of here.
As for Katia, anything can happen.
Anna Lvovna is dead.
If she were alive,
she might forgive Katia after all.
I don’t know what Piotr Ivanovich will do to her.
It’s time for you to go. Aleksey Fiodorovich.
Aliosha, my son! Take this.
There’s some bread, sausage, pies, a scarf and warm socks.
-It must be cold in the cell. -It’s not. It’s summer.
-Anyway, wear them. -I will.
Nicolas, I ask you as a friend: save Katia!
You don’t know Chervinsky.
I’ll try.
Did you have to be so cruel?
Well, if you please.
Any crime has to be punished.
Didn’t they ever flog anyone at your father’s house?
Yes, the bondsmen were punished,
sometimes flogged.
But Papa always made sure Nicolas or I didn’t witness it,
and he definitely never did it himself.
Natalya Aleksandrovna. You aren’t a child anymore.
You are the lady of this big house now.
You need to learn to keep in hand the mutinous bondsmen.
Besides...
I expected a warmer welcome from you...
but you are only interested...
in some bondmaids.
Grig...
I was so worried about you! It’s just...
What matters is that you are back safely. Grig...
When did my father say the funeral will be?
Piotr Ivanovich hasn’t been home since that night.
I was desperate, Grig.
You and your father were both away, and it’s time to bury her.
How can it be?
Where is this brute?
I suppose I know where he is.
-The heartless bastard! -Grig...
Well...
With or without him...
the funeral will be tomorrow at noon.
If he doesn’t come to the cemetery...
I won’t call him my father again.
Wake up! Dinner time, gentlemen.
-Do you have to yell? -Those are the rules.
Why two sets?
It’s for you and your new neighbor, Mr. Kosach.
Aleksey Fiodorovich, come in.
Wow!
Finally I’ll have company at dinner.
Yegor Kuzmich Reshetnikov.
Aleksey Fiodorovich Kosach.
Let’s break the bread, as they say.
The food is awful, but we have no choice.
The kasha is more or less edible, but the soup is swill.
Help yourself.
My mother sent it.
Thank you.
They are still hot!
Are you a political prisoner?
No, not at all.
It’s something else.
Well, whatever you say.
And I’m here because I am stupid.
I was at a pub tonight, and there was this group... dancing...
In a word, I woke up here.
They say
I killed a waiter in a drunken brawl.
-I don’t remember anything. -Are there any witnesses?
They all point fingers at me. Murderer!
But I don’t remember it.
Why are you so calm?
You took a life.
They’ll send you to prison now.
It depends. If you have good friends with strong connections...
Excuse me...
I’m sorry I’ve eaten almost all your food.
I’ll make it up.
There is this man in Nezhin who sort of owes me.
He is supposedly out of town now, but he will be back one of these days.
-Then we’ll have a feast. -A feast in jail?
You will see.
With money, you can get anything.
Vodka, champagne, even girls.
By the way,
do you prefer blondes or brunettes?
I myself like Turkish women,
but you can’t find one here.
Good night, Mr. Reshetnikov.
Why are you sulking?
Have I offended you?
You don’t look like a killer or an embezzler.
I opened my soul to you,
and you didn’t say anything.
It hurts.
I fell in love with my neighbors’ bondmaid.
They refused to sell her to me, so I stole her.
But we were caught, so now I’m here.
I see.
These bondmaids,
they are so rosy-cheeked...
They can be very attractive.
I used to know this girl...
Yes.
This girl is my father’s bondmaid,
Katia Verbitskaya.
The punishment for running away is flogging,
according to the law.
-Don’t move! -Don’t you dare touch her!
It’s none of your business, sir.
She is my property.
...since you are the resurrection and life.
Give peace to Your servant Anna, Our Lord Christ.
We sing glory to You and Your Father
and the Holy Life-giving Spirit,
now and forever. Amen.
Godmother, my dear, forgive me.
Why did I run away, idiot?
I brought nothing but trouble for everyone.
I wish I could take it back.
Oh God!
He didn’t come to the funeral.
Everyone is here, even distant relatives, but not him.
I hate him!
Maybe something happened.
Happened?
He must be rolling in bed with this...
-Grig! -Or he’s in a pub, dead drunk.
I’m begging you, not now!
How can he do it?
Galia, I’ve brought you some broth and bread.
How are you? Does it hurt much?
He skinned me alive.
It’s all because of that bitch!
I hope devils will beat her with red-hot iron rods in hell.
Lie down, Galia. Let me feed you, all right?
Is this snake already with the masters?
No. She’s in the cellar, crying.
The master said she’d stay there forever.
She’s a cunning bitch.
She’ll suck up to the masters,
and tomorrow she’ll be strolling along the courtyard.
-What do you want? -To see Galina.
Galia, how are you?
Does it hurt much?
What do you care?
Nobody will notice if I die.
Well... I’ll notice.
If you need something, just tell me. I’ll get it.
Get out of here.
I don’t want anything from you.
Excuse me.
You shouldn’t be like that.
He really likes you.
Even beaten up, you are like a star for him.
His eyes are shining. He loves you, it’s clear. Come on.
-The tomcat. -Come on.
Good job.
They only want one thing, and then...
they flog you senseless.
Yashka... flogged me without a second thought.
-Panas doesn’t seem like this. -They are all alike.
All of them.
Eat.
Here he is.
Good. What matters is that he’s here.
How weird.
You’re here!
No business to distract you,
no passions to hold you up.
Stop it.
We’ll have time to quarrel later.
Grig. Hush.
With the souls of all God’s men,
rest the soul of Your servant Anna
and protect her in the blessed life
at your said, the Lover of Man.
In Your resting place where all souls find peace,
rest the soul of Your servant Anna.
Where were you? Is everything all right?
We were worried.
You shouldn’t.
I don’t need your worrying.
Enough. Please!
Not now.
The only, pure, and innocent Virgin
who carried our God in her womb,
ask for salvation for Your servant Anna.
Katrusia!
Baby!
-What are you doing here? -What?
Shoo!
Don’t shoo me!
You’re doing your thing, and I’m doing mine.
I need to feed all you idiots, both walking around and locked inside.
Come on, open it.
The master’s orders!
Just wait till you come to me for sausage on Christmas Eve.
This is what you’ll get.
I just... I didn’t say anything.
It’s just that the master ordered me not to let anyone in.
Wouldn’t I let you if I could? I would! But I can’t.
The masters aren’t here.
They went to the cemetery, and they won’t be back soon.
I’ll only be a minute. Give her a package, take a quick look at her. That’s all.
-What if Yakov Yefimovich sees? -Faugh!
Or someone else tells him.
I’ll be at the stake like Galia.
-At least give her the pies. -No. I can’t.
I can’t, I can’t!
I hope you’ll choke on your own fat, you dog.
Peace to thee with the saints,
in the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.
Now and forever. Amen.
Anna... Rest easy.
Grig!
I swear he will answer for everything.
Piotr Ivanovich.
Accept my most sincere condolences.
Thank you.
My son grieves for you, too, and sends his regrets.
Why didn’t he come to bring them in person?
Mr. Kosach can’t come. He has committed a crime.
He stole your bondmaid and eloped with her,
but was apprehended by me in Kiev and is now in the Nezhin jail.
What do you want, madam?
Mercy.
My son sincerely regrets his actions.
He was overwhelmed by his feeling.
He is no criminal but a boy in love.
-What do you want me to do? -Forgive him.
Piotr Ivanovich. It’s in your power to close the case and settle it amicably.
How can one forgive such a thing?
I can’t refuse you on a day like this. But I have a condition.
Your son will apologize to my family and myself in public.
Of course. Thank you.
Thank you, Piotr Ivanovich. You’re a saint.
Enough. Let him come apologize, and we’ll forget all about it.
Father!
Is it you? How can you forgive a thief?
Next thing, your whole property will be looted.
He didn’t steal a property but a girl he loves.
You have to understand such things, Grisha.
What? Aren’t you going to come back home?
I’ve done my duty.
As for the rest,
I’m still not giving account to anyone.
To Nezhin.
Grig. Grisha!
Come on. Let’s go.
Piotr Ivanovich, why did you come? Wasn’t it enough for you?
What do you mean, Larisa?
Don’t you understand?
We can’t, we mustn’t see each other anymore!
I’ll be reproaching myself for the rest of my life.
Why did you invite me? Why did I agree to sing?
Your wife died because of me. How will I live with it?
It’s not why she died.
She had a weak heart.
Any exciting event could have led to it, joyful or not.
She could have died in the church
because of her joy for her son... or because of the fireworks, or anything.
But that’s not why she died.
Whatever happened, happened. We can’t change it.
As God is my witness, I didn’t want her to die.
But I won’t let you go.
I won’t, because you’re mine. My woman.
I love you. I can’t be happy without you.
Admit it: you love me, too. Do you?
I do.
Good.
My darling,
I know how you feel now.
My mother passed away when I were a child,
but I had my family,
my father, my brother.
And you have me.
Life goes on.
We will be very happy.
I will love you so much.
It’s a beautiful morning.
Why don’t we go for a ride?
-Yes. -Wonderful.
“Grigoriy Petrovich, I took an opportunity to send this letter...”
I apologize, but we can’t do it today.
Is something wrong?
No, nothing. Just some errands.
Mykola.
Look what I’ve got.
Look. Mykola.
All right. Just be quick.
Katrusia!
Katrusia, my baby!
Pavlusia!
Darling.
I brought you some clean clothes... and food.
What have I done? This is all because of me. Everything!
What are you... What?
Anna Lvovna died because of me. Because I ran away and betrayed her.
Who told you that?
It happened because of the master’s mistress.
Forget this nonsense. Here, eat something.
Please. Just a little bit.
Oh God.
My baby!
Come here. Come to me.
God! You’re hot like...
a stove in winter.
Here. He’s waiting for you.
My friend Chervinsky!
I didn’t expect you to come so soon.
Why the hell are you here?
I thought I’d paid you enough.
You were supposed to disappear.
You don’t value your secret very high.
Three hundred rubles and a watch for the family honor isn’t enough.
What if I tell someone about the stolen award?
And your wound?
Don’t worry.
I won’t make you risk your reputation.
I’m not an idiot. I understand
that a war hero’s word won’t help against murder charges.
What the hell do you want, then?
Money.
In this country, you can get out of any trouble if you have enough money.
Give a bribe, buy fake papers, and go away.
But this enterprise requires financing.
Maybe 800 rubles.
Or, even better, 1,000.
Better hurry, because I don’t like it here.
Where will I get it?
It’s none of my business, Grigoriy Petrovich.
Besides, I heard you got married.
To that nice blonde, I presume.
I’m sure her dowry was sufficient.
So please make an effort.
What can I do?
Grigoriy Petrovich is the master.
He’ll decide.
She can’t stay there in the cellar.
She has been there three days without food or water.
Natalya Aleksandrovna...
Pavlina, let’s wait for Grigoriy Petrovich.
I’ll tell him as soon as he’s back.
What if he doesn’t come for a week?
She has a fever. I can see she is sick. She’ll die.
It was his order. He is the master.
And you are the mistress.
Unlock the cellar and let Kitty out.
She has been there long enough.
What are you waiting for? Open it, quick.
Katia, come out. The mistress’s orders.
Who did it?
Who gave the order? Tell me!
-Sir, it’s not my fault. I was told to. -Grig, it isn’t his fault. I ordered him.
Ma cherie,
I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interfere
with disciplining my serfs.
All right.
But you won’t flog him for obeying me, will you?
Go inside.
Yakov. Lock the door.
Make sure nobody dares to approach it.
Idiots.
Can’t you add a glass of wine to this garbage?
I know that’s what you do for yourself.
Yegor Kuzmich, you know the rules.
Wine and snacks are in a special price list.
I can’t serve them on credit.
Soon I’ll be dining at another place with a special menu.
Aleksey Fiodorovich, please join me at this simple meal.
You are so sure you’ll get away with it.
Well... No. You can’t get away with a murder.
It happens sometimes, though,
that some or all of the witnesses forget what the murderer looked like.
Is your friend that influential?
Not him but his money.
His family has enough of it.
Besides, he loves me. He loves me dearly. Like a brother.
It’s 1 p.m.
If he hurries up, by dinner time we’ll have something to celebrate with.
Isn’t your patron’s name Grigoriy Chervinsky?
It is. Do you know him, too?