Original subtitles

Central Studio of Children and Youth Films named after M. Gorky

DEFA Film Studio, GDR

THE YOUTH OF PETER THE GREAT

Based on Alexei Tolstoy's novel ''Peter the First''

Winter...

Snow...

Has covered everything tight.

But it looks good and bright.

A string of carts...

taking something to faraway parts.

Maybe some fish to a monastery, or oats for a boyar.

lt's freezing cold...

They have to go far, it's hard.

But they're used to it.

lt's cozy and warm in the house.

Mother is fussing with cooking,

from morn till night she is working.

Either in the anteroom or in the parlour.

Where else can she go?

That's our women's lot, you know.

The dough must've risen, ready to overflow.

That's for her fussing the reason.

Dear mother...

l'd better help her, l think. Giving the kids and myself a drink.

Oh, look at that! The tub's all covered with ice!

And the spring water's so sweet, only making your teeth ache.

Father is harnessing a horse, talking to himself, of course.

Has to go to the Boyar, and the harness has rotted to the root.

ls it any good?

Oh, it's cold! My knees got numb.

Oh, it's filled to the brim!

Well, Alexandra, don't you be naughty.

- Look after the kids. - All right, Father.

Help your mother.

Well, with God's blessing...

Look, look...

Good day, lvan.

Good day, Gypsy.

So you going to the boyar, too?

Yes, me too.

Once winter is here, we must deliver. Whether you have it or not.

Yes.

You heard anything?

Nothing good, it seems.

My boy, Alyoshka, is working for Volkov now.

Last fall had to give him away into kabala for arrears.

lt's slave labour, too.

Look, l met a man in the forest the other day.

He says the tsar is dead.

Who's going to be the tsar now?

He said they called the little boy, Pyotr Alexeyevich.

But he's just torn off the tit.

He says there's nobody else but him.

His stepbrother is sickly.

And he's not very bright in the head.

Well, brother...

Get ready for the boyar rule. lt'll be the end of all of us.

Right, it'll be our end.

Or maybe it's not that bad?

The man said there would be discord.

The tsarevichs are from different mothers. See my point?

Well, we'll survive somehow! We'll live and munch our bread.

This is nothing new. lsn't it?

Yes...

That's how it turned out.

The Tsaritsa's godfather is coming back from exile.

Sophia dear, l say the Tsaritsa's godfather is coming back from exile.

He's already in the Trinity. Monks welcome him like he's a tsar.

l know, l've heard.

My nephew, Petka Tolstoy,

has just rid in from near the Trinity.

He says that after the day service Matveyev blasphemed and shamed us,

the Miloslavskys, in front of everybody.

Those crows, he says, want to jump in the palace on the streltsy's spears.

But that will never happen, he says. ''l kiss the cross for the tsar Pyotr.

Since he's underage, let his mother, Natalya Kirillovna, rule.

And l'm not going to die

before all this comes true.''

lt'll come true, but not what he wants. Never will Matveyev step into Moscow!

And even worse than that, he blasphemed and shamed Prince Vasily Vasilyevich.

Vaska Golitsyn, he said, is grabbing at the tsar's crown.

So he'll lose his head.

Tsaritsa Natalya Kirillovna is thirsting for blood. Why?

Or cannot she forget about her low birth?

l'm simply a girl, it embarrasses me to talk with you about state affairs.

But as long as our stepmother wants blood, she will get blood!

Or you all lose your heads and l'll throw myself down the well!

Good to hear this.

Fyodor Leontyevich, tell the Tsarevna about what's going on in regiments.

Except for Stremyanny, all regiments are for you, Sophia Alexeyevna.

Each day, crowds of streltsy gather at the assembly houses,

throwing stones and sticks into the windows

and cursing colonels with obscenities.

Colonel Bukhvostov and Sotnik Boborykin,

who tried to persuade them with threats,

were taken by the streltsy up the bell- tower and pushed down to the ground,

to the cries: ''Good! Good!''

They won't listen to any orders.

They gather in circles and stir up people in marketplaces,

in Bely-gorod, and in Kitai-gorod, and in slobodas.

They shout: ''We don't want the Naryshkins and Matveyev ruling.

We'll break their necks.''

They're good at shouting,

but we want real deeds from them.

May they not fear to raise on their spears Artamon Matveyev,

Yazykov, Likhachyov,

and my enemies, the Naryshkins, all their seed!

And not fear to push down the boy, that puppy of hers.

Stepmother, stepmother... That damned womb.

Here, give it to them.

Tell them

they'll get everything they ask: the pay, the land and the freedoms.

Only they mustn't get timid.

Tell them to call my name for the reign!

Listen, men, that's the tocsin!

What are you waiting for?

The boyar Matveyev has set out for Moscow.

Don't you know Matveyev? He'll give us hell!

We must riot today, tomorrow will be too late!

Come on, don't miss your chance.

The Tsarevna is granting villages.

- l won't miss it. - God be with you!

People! Streltsy! lt's trouble!

Word is that Matveyev and the Naryshkins

have strangled Tsarevich lvan!

lf you don't hurry, they'll strangle Pyotr too!

Go to the Kremlin, quick!

Hurry, or it'll be too late!

Matveyev, Tsaritsa Natalya Kirillovna's godfather, will rule over you!

- What? - They're coming here.

Oh, God! What a misfortune!

They're running, sister.

They're going to kill us, Artamon Sergeyevich!

God is merciful. l'll come out and talk to them.

Oh God, what are we to do?

- Have you sent for the Patriarch? - We did long ago.

Send someone else.

They're my enemies. Yazykov saw them himself,

it's Miloslavsky in disguise with the streltsy.

Do what a woman should, pray, Tsaritsa.

God bless you.

God bless you.

O Holy Father, save us.

We'll do somehow, but the children, the tsars.

Rise, Tsaritsa.

God bless you.

Sophia is here.

God bless you.

The people are angry. There must be a reason.

Why don't you and the brothers come out to the people?

They're shouting God knows what, that the children were killed.

Talk to them, promise them favours.

They may break into the palace any moment now.

Take the children to the front porch.

What is this? Why don't you let us in?

Not letting in your own people! We'll get in anyway!

Come on, keep back!

Streltsy, come to your senses!

Against whom are you raising your hand?

The tsars themselves are coming to you.

Who lied to you?

Who lied that the tsar and the tsarevich had been strangled?

Look!

l'm holding in my arms Tsar Pyotr Alexeyevich!

He's hale and hearty!

And next to him is Tsarevich lvan!

By God's mercy, they both are alive

and well!

lt's true, streltsy, that's them.

Alive! Alive!

You'd better go home.

And if anything, send your petitioners.

You can see they're alive.

Go home with peace.

Soon you will have everything. Everything you're waiting for.

Go home, streltsy, home.

The boyar Matveyev has come to us today.

- We can see ourselves he's here. - We're not blind.

He'll help us with state affairs.

- No way we'll leave the Kremlin. - We know what your promises are worth.

You'll tear our nostrils later...

Streltsy, why are you shouting here just for nothing?

Call Sophia! Sophia!

Why, that's all we need! A woman!

We want lvan!

Why lvan? We called Pyotr already!

Why Pyotr? How old is he?

Let them both be the tsars!

And since they're underage, Sophia will rule for them!

And give us Matveyev and the Naryshkins!

And both Dolgorukys, father and son!

We're going to tell them something!

You're happy, sons of a bitch, that my father is sick!

Get out of here, you dogs!

Have you ever flown from a bell-tower?

My father is sick!..

Beat him, boys!

Give us Naryshkin! He was trying the tsar's crown on!

You lackeys! Don't you dare!

What are you doing, streltsy? You'll have to answer before God!

Matveyev!

What are you waiting for? Beat him, boys!

Don't dare!

You bandits!

Don't you dare!

THE YOUTH OF PETER THE GREAT

Merciful people, help, please. l lost both eyes.

They beat me on the head mercilessly.

And they cut out belts from my back.

Besides, l lost my arm. See how l am now?

Here, take it, you poor man.

May Christ save you.

Directed by Sergey GERASlMOV

Screenplay by S. GERASlMOV, Yu. KAVTARADZE

Directors of Photography S. FlLlPPOV, H. HARDT

Production Designers A. POPOV B. DULENKOV, l. KELLER

English Subtitles by Tatiana Kameneva

You forgot your hat! You'll get your head scorched!

Starring

Peter - Dmitri ZOLOTUKHlN

Natalya Kirillovna - Tamara MAKAROVA

He can't learn walking with dignity.

Doesn't look like a tsar at all. Running like a commoner.

You're so right, mother Tsaritsa.

Tsarevna Sophia - Natalya BONDARCHUK

Menshikov - Nikolai YERYOMENKO

Prince Vasily Golitsyn - Oleg STRlZHENOV

Shaklovity - Vadim SPlRlDONOV

Prince Boris Golitsyn - Mikhail NOZHKlN

Lefort - Peter REUSSE

Anna Mons - Ulrike KUNTZE

lvan Brovkin - Eduard BOCHAROV

Sanka Brovkina - Lyubov POLEKHlNA

Tsaritsa Yevdokiya - Lyubov GERMANOVA

Nikita Zotov - Anatoly BARANTSEV

Prince Buinosov - Mikhail ZlMlN

Vasily Volkov - Boris BACHURlN

Also starring

Alyosha Brovkin - Yu. MOROZ Ovdokim - V. KASHPUR

Lev Kirillovich Naryshkin - A. BELYAVSKY

Patriarch loakim - V. SHULGlN

Golovin - R. KHOMYATOV Gordon - H. SHRElBER

Kenigsek - W. WOLFE

Strelets Gladky - L. REUTOV Strelets Chermny - B. KHMELNlTSKY

Strelets Ovsey Rzhev - V. MARENKOV

Kuzma Zhemov - l. LAPlKOV Gypsy - P. GLEBOV

Judas - V. MATVEYEV Vorobyikha - M. KREPKOGORSKAYA

Tax collector - Ye. BAGDASAROV Vinius - S. SHPAKOVSKY

Matchmaker - L. FEDOSEYEVA-SHUKSHlNA

Tyrtov - L. ZVERlNTSEV

Nikita Moiseyevich, l can't remember

if we had our afternoon snack today.

Mother Tsaritsa, after dinner you had your sleep.

Then you got up and took your snack.

You were served berries with cream,

pear compote and monastery honey.

Oh, yes.

Will have to stand vespers soon. l'd better go.

You're dressed up funny.

What's that on you, French clothes?

lf it were not for pants, it would look like a woman's dress.

That's what they wear today.

Who? Where? You'll be a laughingstock.

Yes, it's bad, bad, my dear.

There's little to rejoice about.

lt's nothing, Tsaritsa. People are always gossiping.

- Don't be sad. Forget it. - Forget it?

Do you know what they say in Moscow?

That we're too weak to be able to rule.

They don't see any great deeds. That's how it is, my dear.

You're good at reading, and writing too.

l know you have clever ideas.

Yesterday, after the evening service,

Uncle lvan Mikhailovich was telling me about you:

''Vasily Vasilyevich read to me from his notebook

some projects about moujiks and serfs.

l wondered

if our prince was quite sound in his head.''

- The boyars laughed at you, too. - lt's not up to them to understand.

Whatever they are, we don't have any better servants.

l have to bear with them myself.

l want to dance

like the Polish Queen does.

Or go in for falconry, hunting sidesaddle in a pancake skirt.

But l keep mum.

l can't do anything.

They'll say l'm a heretic.

The patriarch already shoves his hand to me as though it's a spade.

We live among monsters.

Listen to what l'll tell you...

...my dear.

Take off this lace and stockings,

and put a field cloak on.

Take a saber in your hand and show us great deeds.

We can't go to war.

We don't have a good army, neither do we have the money for it.

Great projects... Oh, it's all in vain.

Who can understand them? Who can appreciate them?

Oh God, if only we could have at least three or two years without a war?

lt's cold in here.

Everyone has only one thing on their mind - to war for Crimea.

We can't escape it, my dear.

When you come back victorious, you can do whatever you like.

Then you'll be stronger than the strongest.

And we'll stop hiding from shame.

Vasya.

l was afraid to tell you.

You know what they're whispering about?

That a strong tsar is growing up in Preobrazhenskoye.

And the Tsarevna is just wearing off the ermine for nothing.

They're babbling about lots of things.

Have some pity for my thoughts.

l'm having bad thoughts.

He'll be 1 7 soon.

He's as tall as a Kolomna pole.

He sent an ukase - to recruit grooms and falconers into his toy-soldiers.

And their sabers and muskets are made of real iron.

Vasya.

Vasya dear.

Keep me from sinning.

They're whispering into my ear about Uglich.

About Dmitri.

lt's a sin, isn't it?

Of course it is.

That's what l'm saying...

it's a sin to even think of such thing.

lt happened only in olden times.

Petrusha!

We've looked everywhere, mother Tsaritsa.

- And in the pantry? - And in the pantry, too.

Why are you following at my heels?

He's nowhere.

Oh, my God, how awful!

So you keep sleeping, stolniks. You keep sleeping, my loyal servants!

Overlooking the child! Where's Nikita?

Oh, God!

Why are you standing there? Go run! Gallop!

The Tsar has disappeared!

O Lord, Jesus Christ! Heavenly Mother of God...

Men! Have you seen the tsar?

Wasn't it him sailing in a boat? They seemed to be rowing to Kukui.

Look for him among Germans.

At your Majesty's service.

l can show you a watermill that can grate tobacco,

shake the loom, grind millet

and drive water from the river into big barrels.

l can also show you a mill wheel, with a dog running in it

while it's turning.

You'll see, sire, that we have something to amuse you here.

You won't be bored.

And these are our good Kukui people.

They'll be so happy to have you, sire, as their guest

and to show you very interesting curiosities, all kinds of them.

Ah, this girl is the daughter of the wine merchant Johann Mons.

A nice girl. She's singing in your honour, sire.

l'll show you, sire, a spy glass

through which one can look at the Moon and see

seas and mountains on it.

That Mons has a music box.

Let him show it.

Our young tsar Pyotr did us the honour.

Colonel Gordon.

l know him.

Johann Mons.

Guten Tag, your anointed Majesty.

l'm happy to welcome you to my house.

Tell him to call me simply Peter.

We all shall call him Herr Peter, and that's it.

Well, where's your music box?

This is the girl Your Majesty saw in the boat. Anna Mons.

Anna.

lt's so small.

Come on.

Give it here.

l want to see how it works inside.

Your Majesty, l can also sing and dance.

But if you wish to see what l have inside,

you'll break my poor heart.

Your Majesty, your mother Tsaritsa is so grieved.

She's imagining God knows what.

Please, go home, to stand vespers.

Get out!

Your Majesty...

Get out of here!

You lackey!

Let's go, Herr Peter, we can now see the wheel with a dog in it.

l have no time, see?

Must go and stand the service.

Franz, can you make a real army for me?

With real soldiers.

lt's possible. Only l need time.

lt can't be done in one day.

lf you do it, l'll make you a general.

Everything's going on well.

But we don't need any noise and bustle.

We need exact commands and exact execution.

Attention! March!

We have to put up another enclosing anyway.

We already have.

Only one. We need another. Here, look.

lt will cost us more.

A little more. But we'll have a real fortress.

lf we need it, do it.

May God help you, Your Majesty.

Thank you for the kind word.

Just look what's going on!

Give my love to Mother.

Of course, Your Majesty. That's why l came.

Gee up! Go!

He's grown so tall. Twitching all the time.

lf you don't do as he says, he may kill.

From whom did he get that temper?

What's that ukase about, Nikita Moiseyevich?

Read it.

The said scriveners and stablemen

shall be promoted to toy gunners

and appointed money wages of 5 rubles each, and bread too...

Enough.

We should get Petrusha married.

Yes, marry him off, sister, it won't do any harm.

Right, he should be married, mother Tsaritsa.

The okolnichy Larion Lopukhin

has a marriageable daughter, Yevdokiya.

Sixteen-year-old, just in her prime.

Well, then...

The Lopukhins are an impoverished, numerous and loud-mouthed family.

They'll be like dogs around you, sister.

Mother Tsaritsa! Lev Kirillovich!

What a shame! Oh God, holy saints!

The tsar isn't sitting on a golden chair, gazing at the game from a hill.

No. The tsar, wearing nothing but German pants,

is trotting with serfs,

like a lousy beggar,

over the boards with a wheelbarrow!

Oh, look who's come to see us.

Sit down, Prince, take a rest.

Are you well, mother Tsaritsa? Didn't see a unicorn in your dream?

- The Lord spared me. - Thank God.

How are you, dear Prince?

Only here, with you, Tsaritsa, one can cheer up.

- Treat him, Moiseyevich. - l am.

Thank you, it's just what l need.

lt's good.

You've borne a fine son, Tsaritsa.

He may turn out smarter than the others, just give him time.

He's got a vigilant eye.

Because our Kremlin has gotten all covered with cobweb now.

The boyars are lying down on benches. You'll never wake them up.

Oh, what he's babbling...

But isn't that so?

Oh, it's you.

What is Golitsyn writing? Has he conquered the Crimea?

The rumour has it that Tatars set the steppe on fire

and he stood there for a while, and retreated.

ls that true or not?

Who can know?

Who can know...

Nikita, write an ukase.

An ukase about what, Your Majesty?

About sending us unbroken muskets, firing potion for them,

and 8 cast-iron cannons, to fire from them.

l'll sign it myself and we'll send a messenger.

Petya dear.

There's no money in our coffers.

Here's the money. Boris Alexeyevich promised it.

We'll have the money, Tsaritsa.

Enough warring, Petya.

Take a rest, sit by me.

l have no time, Mother.

Petya, your mother's asking you.

ls it so difficult to humour her?

All right, l'm sitting.

You may execute me for telling the truth, but l'm too old to keep silent.

lt shames me to see this foolishness.

We're the third Rome.

You could at least think of our honour.

Stop overindulging yourself. Listen to reason.

Appear in all your tsar's dignity,

stamp your foot, go to the bath, go to church...

Go to hell!

Oh, my God...

Franz, come here.

We found here our second homeland.

Today the young tsar bestowed on you the rank of general.

We, old warriors, present you with a saber.

Serve Russia faithfully, as you would your Motherland.

Congratulations on this high honour, Herr Lefort.

l'm giving them to you.

Please, everybody raise glasses

and drink to the health of General Lefort!

Long live the new general!

Hey, dears!

Make way for Bacchus!

Let's glorify gods

who generously fill our goblets with wine!

Mein lieb general,

l brought an ambassador with a big vivat from the Hellenic God Bacchus.

And he's bowing low to you.

Fall at his feet and bow!

He sends you a gift of pigs and a carriage.

Let's glorify gods filling up generously our goblets!

Hey, musicians!

Vivat to General Franz!

Ah, Peter...

l'm tired.

Doing it sensibly,

we can get much benefit from the young tsar.

There's little hope for it, mister ambassador.

The ruling Sophia won't let him take the throne.

She's a cruel and resolute woman.

Sophia sent 200,000 troops to fight with the Crimean Khan again.

And when the army is back,

l won't bet even ten pence on the tsar.

Let's go, l'll show where she is.

The wench went home.

She's over there.

Anhen!

No, you can't!

Go to bed, Herr Peter.

The wench is afraid.

The wench is afraid.

Peter, l'm here!

He's drunk a lot.

Can you ride yourself? l'll help you.

Sit here, l'll be right back.

l found you, your royal...

Petya, you're going to spill it.

Why don't you drink?

We're done for anyway, we took a sin upon our souls, breaking a fast.

l'm going...

To the end? To the end, good for you.

All my royal...

All the great,

and the little, and the white,

and... oh, God...

Well, the horses are here.

What are you doing here?

l'm serving under Lefort.

You'll be serving me.

Nikita will write the ukase tomorrow.

What are you doing?

The drum. You must've never seen it.

- Have you got drumsticks? - Here.

Bow down.

Mein Herz, order him to show his drumming deftness.

Come on.

Alyosha.

Good boy.

Vasily.

Take him to First Company. He'll be a drummer.

Well.

Wait, where did you come from, my good boy?

l brought him.

But, Alexander Danilovich,

he's my runaway serf, Alyoshka Brovkin.

He was a serf. Now he's the Tsar's First Company drummer.

So carry out the Tsar's order.

Go, Alyosha.

Aleksashka, Aleksashka...

There's no fraud even for a kopeck here.

Who ever heard of paying for fir poles

nine kopecks apiece when they're not worth more than 3 kopecks.

Three kopecks when it's not urgent, these are expensive because it's urgent.

l got them quickly, it's expensive because we don't make the tsar wait.

You'll be hanged for stealing one day.

Holy Mother, why hurt me just for nothing?

All right, you can go.

l'll believe you this time.

But watch out!

Where have you been?

l dropped by the German tavern, just as you ordered.

l saw lvanovna. Here, she sent you a letter.

She promised to come by all means.

With cordial regards,

we invite you for a glass of beer and dancing.

And if you read only capitals, you get ''Herr Peter''.

So you read it? Watch out, you're taking liberties!

lf only l had a windmill in the sloboda,

or a tannery...

- lt's nothing to be envious of. - You fool.

- Didn't you see how they live? - You'd better get married...

Shut up! l swear l'll bash you.

Answer to Mother...

Go to the bathhouse, make confessions, receive communion.

l've got foul, you know.

Have to go to Moscow tomorrow. lt's worse than anything else.

With a mantle on, half a day in the church, another half on the throne.

Below Sonka.

Seeing those boyars' sleepy mugs. Ready to kick them with my boot.

No, l must keep mum.

Bear it. The tsar!

Get out of here!

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

They're going to murder me, l know.

Don't close it.

You shouldn't have those thoughts, mein Herz.

l shouldn't?

Sonka is a snake.

And all of them...

The Miloslavskys are greedy locusts.

l'll never forget their sabers and spears.

Vaska Golitsyn.

He had one army perished in the steppe, now he went to Crimea again.

They can't wait for his return.

When he's back, they'll turn to me

and sound the alarm.

- We'll sit out in Preshburg. - ln Preshburg...

They already tried to poison me.

Sent an assassin with a knife.

Mein Herz.

Mein Herz, no one can raise the streltsy by a tocsin now.

Those times have passed, you can ask anyone.

Ask Alyoshka Brovkin, he frequents the slobodas.

They're not very happy about your sister either.

l'm going to send you all to the devil.

l'll run away to Holland and rather be a watchmaker.

And you can forget about Anna lvanovna then.

Too bad she's a German, a Lutheran.

lf not for this, what would be simpler and better, eh?

And why not?

Don't even dream about making Anna lvanovna the tsaritsa.

Then you'll sure hear the tocsin.

What a wonderful, beautiful music!

Oh, Peter, you dance so well!

Did you call me, Mother?

Sit down, Petya, my angel.

Petrusha, my dear angel,

don't get angry and hear me out.

l'm listening, Mother.

l want to get you married.

What an idea, Mother!

Sit down, sit down.

l have no time, Mother. Really, l got some business.

l've already chosen one.

She's so sweet!

Like a white swan.

lf you must, go ahead and marry me off.

l really have no time, Mother.

Sables!

That's some decoration!

Like it's prepared for angels in paradise.

A dove bird.

What nonsense!

lt's no nonsense.

lf she's young and pretty, it's no nonsense.

l'll be darned if there's anything sweeter.

You're lying.

l've known about those things since l was 14.

l happened to meet all kinds of girls.

But yours, as l hear, is a beautiful thing.

l have to go to the sloboda.

Hey, mein Herz, you better not even think about it today.

You've taken to liberties speaking to me.

Got too bold.

l'll go outside the fence. Bring the sledge there.

And get a fur coat that looks poorest.

Nonsense...

Give me the reins.

Well, God bless you, mein Herz.

Let's go to Pyatnitsa, we'll meet them there.

Hey, my dears!

lt's a wedding!

Watch out! Run aside!

lt's a wedding!

Gee up, my dears!

Gee up, my darlings! Come on!

Hold it.

Welcome, dear guests.

Oh, it's warm here.

Ready. You prepared the bread loaf?

We did.

There're too few dancers.

The boyar Odoevsky had 12 of them. And we have the tsar getting married.

Oh, my dears! Just look at the bride!

The bride is of indescribable beauty!

Where can you find such a beauty? There's none here.

Only one. Oh, what a beauty!

Oh, my dears, my precious!

Why have you put me in such a fix?

You forgot the most important thing. Where's the veil?

Here it is, the veil.

They're coming to bless her.

Well, God bless you.

Go, Mother, bless her.

God bless you, my child.

God's servant Pyotr plights his troth to God's servant Yevdokiya.

Amen.

God's servant Yevdokiya plights her troth to God's servant Pyotr.

Amen.

The tsar wears his own crown. Sonka didn't give him the Monomakh hat.

Oh, my goodness!

What a snake!

Well, then.

Let's bless the newlyweds for a good night.

Tsar.

Tsaritsa.

Here.

Well...

God be with you, Mother.

My dear daughter, my sweet dove, God's sent you a good fortune...

Had enough of your old tradition.

Sit down, Yevdokiya. What are you afraid of?

You may sit on the tub.

Are you hungry?

Yes.

Here.

Thank you.

What nonsense...

Wake up, you scatter-brained!

Good day, father boyar.

- Where did you pull up? - And where should l?

What have brought?

Here, bringing feeding tax.

We don't even know, master, what to say to you.

People in your village got completely destitute.

We had enough bread only until lntercession Day, eating goosefoot now.

That's why we're into arrears. Please, don't be angry.

Show it.

What is it you brought? What is this?!

Don't be angry, master, we're eating goosefoot. Forgive us, master.

You thieves!

We got completely destitute.

What are you doing? l'll tell Pyotr Alexeyevich!..

You both are my serfs! l'll have you flogged mercilessly!

The tsar can't order me in this matter!

Hold it. Repeat what you just said. The tsar can't order you?

- Alyosha, you heard the lousy words? - l did.

- Did you hear? - Oh, God...

Alexander Danilovich, l was delirious when l said those words.

l swear l was delirious.

Let's go to Pyotr Alexeyevich.

No, Alexander Danilovich. Here.

You better watch out, landowner's son. You bastard.

lt's the last time l'm saving you.

And for disgracing Alyoshka, you shall give him money or cloth.

Father, don't you recognize me? lt's me, Alyosha.

Sure l recognize you. l'm your father, ain't l?

Sure...

Hello, father.

Hello, good boy.

How are things at home?

Thank God.

- How are you doing? - Thank God.

Father, you didn't recognize me! lt's me, Alyosha.

You might as well be.

l gotta go to Moscow from here, to buy some salt, but l got no money.

Can you give me 3, 6, or 8 kopecks at most?

l'll pay you back, we're family after all.

Father, my dear...

We'll pay back...

What's this?

lt's three rubles or more!

Oh, son...

Oh, my dear son!

End of Part One