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It's possible to be completely mesmerized by the sea

It's an unusual, frightening feeling

like losing your mind and leaving your body

I was 17, at music school

They called me a genius, but then the sea came for me

I became deeply, deeply, depressed

Papa came and took me home

What can we do, we've got to live

We shall live, Uncle Vanya

We shall live out many, many days and long evenings

We shall patiently bear the trials fate sends us

I'll never be happy, Papa

Ssh, don't talk like that

I believe

I believe

But I was right

I was broken beyond repair

One day the sea will come back again for me

To complete our evening,

Sofia Kymantaite will briefly conclude her discussion

on Lithuanian culture Please proceed

Please forgive me gentlemen, but I will not speak Polish

I insist on using the language of my fatherland

Open your eyes,

Lithuania's culture is dying murdered right in front of our eyes,

yet we stand aside and do nothing

We must revive it, nurture it, love it like a child

We've sacrificed our native tongue to speak Russian and Polish

the language of our oppressors

I do not believe that those present here

are happy to see our language perish and die?

How you can possibly compare the language of Lithuania

with Russian and Polish?

No, how can you possibly compare Russian or Polish to our language?

A language that's been traced back to Sanskrit,

one of the world's oldest and most sophisticated

Lithuanian's the language of the peasant

There's no shame in being a peasant

I am a peasant, my father is a peasant

Until he became the church organist,

my Papa worked the land

Now he's lost his job because the priest wanted him to speak Polish

So again he works the land

Sofia Leonovna, allow me to introduce myself

- Nikolai Sergeivich - I know who you are

Let me assure you, we will always find a place for Lithuanian culture

But Russian will remain the dominant language,

the language of your Emperor, the Czar

As we say in Russia,

English for science,

French for love,

Russian for everything

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis Nice to meet you

Sofia Leonovna,

could you possibly help this peasant improve his Lithuanian?

You're the artist, aren't you?

Didn't your father teach you?

He was a very good teacher

He tried, but I was a poor student I can manage a few words

You have such beautiful eyes

Come now, Mikalojus Konstantinas, you can do better than that

What about, I think I'm in love with you

You have rather a poor vocabulary, of limited value

In the right circumstances it can be very valuable

It wouldn't be very useful at the meat market

Only a fool would look for love at the meat market

If you're really serious, I'll help

Please call me Kastytis

But didn't you say Mikalojus?

And I could call you Jurate, Queen of the Baltic

I see

You can't speak any sensible Lithuanian, but you can tell fairy tales

It's not a fairy tale, it's a story of forbidden love

Don't tell me you believe Jurate could ever love a mere fisherman?

And don't tell me you believe we can actually choose who we fall in love with?

You must excuse me, I have to go now

Sofia, the story of Kastytis and Jurate would make a wonderful opera

- Opera? - We should write it together

I could compose some music, you could write the libretto

A fantastical underwater world, voices of mermaids

I think it would be a masterpiece

I really need to go

Sofia, while you walk home, look up at the stars

Why?

To see our destiny

I really must go

And I must begin our opera

So, dad, how's it going to be?

You speak perfect Polish, you could have made a deal with the priest

We are Lithuanians and we should speak Lithuanian

Sure, I understand you deep in my heart

Of course money's going to be tight

Well I will help

I'll give more lessons

Somehow we'll do it together

Maybe

Let's have some tea Juzefa, bring the cups

- Juzefa, you're beautiful - Thank you

So, who's this Sofia?

Is it a serious relationship?

For me, yes For her, I doubt it

But Mama, there're more important things to think about

Maybe, but you still need a wife

Someone has to take care of you

You can't

Remember when you taught me the bird songs?

My first music lessons

You told me to count how many times the cuckoo sang,

then I'd know how many years I'd live

Thirty five

It's just a story I made up when you were young

Sofia, I apologize for this uninvited letter

But I'm painting in such a frenzy and can't stop

I'll miss my first lesson I'm very sorry

I've been working for more than 10 hours a day

I'm now working on some astrological paintings

The one I'm finishing reminds me of you

Virgo the virgin, the symbol of the harvest

Such is my desire to paint I wake at 5, and sometimes even earlier

I've no idea where time goes and I am travelling

distant horizons of my imaginary world,

and even if this world seems puzzling for some, I feel happy in it

He brought the clock which was broken, so they started to fix it

They worked and worked and worked, but they couldn't fix it

So the old man went to sleep and he was worried

At last Jurate's come to lift my gloom

No, I'm here to teach you your mother tongue

Before you arrived the bird of depression had descended,

and now it's flown away

Shall we begin?

What have you learned this week?

I've loved you from the first moment I saw you

You're wasting my time

Please don't

I'm sorry, I meant no harm

Sit down, please

Have a look

Before we'd even met you'd already appeared in my dreams

Look, you offered me an incredible, glowing, ball of light

You have some good books for a mere peasant

My favorite is this

Latin-Lithuanian, Lithuanian-Latin vocabulary of folk medicine names

So what are you,

composer or painter?

Must it be one or the other?

Sorry, it was a stupid question

No, it's a question I often ask myself

But there's no answer

I can't separate what I see from what I hear

When I compose I close my eyes and see pictures,

and when I paint

I hear various sounds of music rushing through my head

I paint music

I have to go

I've another appointment

I assume you'll want to see the work I've done on our opera?

I've no time

We've established the movement of Lithuanian artists

It is to resurrect folk art

We're organizing an exhibition

If you would come, I would be thankful

I don't think I will have time

Well, you're obviously not interested in learning about your own culture

Maybe I will

Sofia

Miss Kymantaite

Hello, pleasure to meet you

- You didn't come to the exhibition - Sorry, I was busy

Was it a success?

If you measure success by admiration, yes

But measured by the sale of paintings, then, no It was dismal

I'm pleased

For the admiration, I mean

If only you knew what kind of paintings they like,

paintings of churches, horses, that sort of thing

- What they call the real world - Can't you paint like that?

Yes, but it's more important for me to be in my world

Did you have some time for your homework?

I have, and I've been counting the minutes until our next lesson

Until Friday then

See you

Who's that?

An artist I know

What kind of artist?

A poor kind of artist

And his name?

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis

I've heard something about him, the so-called heretic

Ridiculous Just because he's different he's a heretic Mama

He's very different, apparently

And is he a good friend?

I'm only helping him improve his Lithuanian

So you're his teacher?

What else would I be?

At the moment I'm composing an opera

based on the legend of Jurate and Kastytis

What you've heard is a choir of mermaids

Unfortunately, it's without orchestral and vocal colors

Later, the mood of music changes drastically

Kastytis is in danger

Perkunas is angry, he throws balls of light

The Amber Palace is in ruins

Thank you, Mikalojus Konstantinas

Thank you for coming

Thank you for your time

I'm sorry I appear to have wasted it

It's time for us to have a talk

We cannot print everything

There are limits to everything

Yes, but surely we shouldn't be censoring ourselves?

I don't think you quite understand,

we're trying to find readers,

not get taken out of circulation

What exactly would you like us to do?

We should be giving more space to Basanavicius and others

in the Nationalist Movement

We might as well give the keys of the building to the Russians

so it would be easier for them to arrest us all

You're too involved with Basanavicius

No, I'm not

I'm simply a journalist trying to do my job, to the best of my ability

No, you're an agitator And you're a naive one at that

At least I believe in something

Our paper's called Viltis, for God's sake, hope

We should be giving at least some hope to people

Is that what Dr Basanavicius is offering?

Hope?

This matter is very delicate and requires discretion

You can be assured that neither my wife nor I

will repeat anything said in confidence

Could you come to the point?

It's a delicate matter

Your daughter's journalism and

How can I put it?

Other activities

have been brought to my attention

Please, don't misunderstand

I'm an admirer, and have been for quite some time

In fact, I recently attended one of her lectures

So, you admire her oratory?

I think your daughter is both accomplished and charming

So, you approve of what she's doing?

Mrs Kymantiene, I'm a Russian officer

So, you disapprove?

I suspect you don't think it's for me

to approve or disapprove of your daughter's views, do you?

Correct

But surely you're concerned for her safety?

Sofia's old enough to have her own opinions

and we're proud she's the courage to express them

Madame Kymantiene

let me get to the point

It's unwise at this time to incite anti-Russian feelings

She's proud of her country

Russia is also her country

I'm concerned she might not understand the consequences of her actions

Is that a threat?

Of course not I've nothing but goodwill towards your daughter

Captain Rostov,

Sofia's not the only woman in this city

who's proud of her country

and is should we say,

nationalistic

The question my husband's trying to ask is

why are you so particularly interested in our daughter?

As I've said

I'm an admirer

Perhaps you could invite me to dinner

so that I could become better acquainted?

Or persuade her to make time for me in some other way?

We've enjoyed meeting you, Captain Rostov

Don't look like that

I want what's best for Sofia

I want to do the right thing It's what's good for her, not us

- And he isn't good for her? - Is it for us to say?

Of course it is

We're her parents for God's sake

I'd almost given up on you

You've very little faith

It's not easy having faith

So, how is the opera?

I didn't think you were interested

But, since you have asked,

I can tell you that our opera is actually progressing very well

Our?

- Good evening - Good evening

Thank you

Thank you

Have you composed any of the music?

A little

I'm getting the story right first,

and designing some of the costumes and set decoration

Especially those for the mermaids

I also know some of the music

I clearly know how Jurate is going to sing

and I have an idea of how the choir of mermaids is going to sing

with orchestral colors and voices of mermaids

The mermaid choir?

I look forward to hearing them

Sofia Leonovna

Turgenev

Yes I'm interested in the politics of the changing Russia,

not so much the emotions,

the differences between the generations the fathers and their children

I'd not imagined you as a connoisseur of literature

Yes

Try me

What do you mean?

If I'm a connoisseur of literature I must be able to answer any of your questions

I see

Happy families are all alike

Every unhappy family is unhappy in its own way

Too easy, Anna Karenina

Try harder

Which character despises all women, except one?

He's named after a river,

and believes that all life is meaningless

Indeed, he conquers all the women he meets

and leaves them all

But, he has genuine feelings for Vera who loves him

despite his obvious and unpleasant faults

And yes, Grigory Alexandrovich Pechorin

was named after the great Pechora River

So, you see I'm not just a soldier

Maybe there's more to me than you imagined

And perhaps

we could spend some time together

so you could learn more about my reading habits,

Gogol, Dostoevsky, Nekrasov, Zhukovsky, Pushkin

Ah, Pushkin

I thought every Russian has copies of his work

stitched into their clothes, near their hearts

And you have so much to learn too, Nikolai

- Yes? - Yes

Since you are in Lithuania you could learn about our authors

Perhaps you could tell me more?

I don't think so

Sorry

I'm already involved with Kastuk

Kastuk?

Enjoy your politics

Actually, I'm reading the passage where Barazov

the nihilist who thinks he believes in nothing,

is the victim of unrequited love

Goodbye Nikolai

Play for me

Do you really need it?

Play

This can't go on I have to leave

No one buys my paintings, no one wants my music

It might be easier in Saint Petersburg

How long would you go for?

A month, perhaps

Then I'll come with you

I don't think your parents will like this idea

I'm not a child anymore I have my own money

I don't need your money

Kastuk, when we'll get married we'll share everything

You'd marry me?

Do you think that people actually choose those whom they fall in love with?

Now play

We've immersed ourselves in this great vision of Peter

We walk on the Nevsky Prospekt,

or around Peter and Paul's Fortress,

or under Rastrelli's wondrous arches,

and Kastuk delights in pointing out marvels of symmetry in marble and stone

I smile Mama, because he sees with the eyes of an artist,

he feels with the soul of an artist

But I am just a woman, with plain eyes and an ordinary heart,

and I see hardship and distress

Why didn't you wake me up?

The concert is in two days

and I'm afraid that I won't be able to rewrite everything

Musicians won't be able to read my handwriting

I might make some mistakes

Look, I had such an incredible dream

It was like a huge sphere

You stood at one side, and this stranger at the other

Both of you were gently swaying

He was very thin, then he lost his balance and he fell

Then he was kidnapped by some strange kind of unearthly creature

It was so vivid that I immediately started drawing,

but the light was so poor

You're freezing

I'll make some tea

Champagne time

Mstislav Dobuzhinsky

Mikalojus Konstantinas Ciurlionis Allow me to introduce

Sofia Kymantaite

- My wife Jelizaveta - Nice to meet you

Nice to meet you

I've seen some of your paintings, Mr Ciurlionis

Really?

The art world is small

Not that small

Are you currently selling your work? People buying?

No, that's why we're here

I may be able to help

I know collectors who are looking for new works

Would you like to meet later in the week?

- Say, Friday At 4? - We'd love to

I look forward to it

Would you be able to bring some of your work?

Definitely

Please, Sofia, let's dance Let's go, let's go

Have a look, everyone's dancing

I'm happy to see you

Sofia

Don't you worry

You don't need to worry

Let's draw a cat

Looks like the big claws of a cat

There's a little devil cat with smoke coming out of his head

So, this one's interesting

Did you draw your dream?

I'm not sure I don't really understand dreams

Neither do I

Sometimes I think we're never awake

Maybe we're asleep now, and this is just a dream

Slava had no work for more than a year,

then, all of a sudden, his fortune changed

But, there are no guarantees

Some artists are recognized only after their death

They suffer poverty and disappointment,

no one supports them,

then they die

and suddenly the world has lost a genius

He's totally dedicated to his work

Every morning he wakes up at 4 or 5 and

starts painting as soon as the light allows

And he still composes of course?

Yes, but not as much

Most of his time is spent painting,

although I want him to compose,

because when he paints e gets so frantic

Mama, mama

Time to talk about business, Konstantinas

I doubt if any of the critics will understand them

We don't need them to understand, just buy

Anyway, don't be so pessimistic, I understand your work

Yes, but you're Lithuanian

They're Russians

I think you're wrong

Your work's neither Lithuanian nor Russian

Mstislav, you're wrong

My works are very Lithuanian

Konstantinas, you're beyond such borders,

beyond the material world

You're a mystic

I don't think so

But if you say so, I'm a Lithuanian mystic

Have a seat, please

I need more paintings, Konstantinai

You'll have them

I'm worried that Sofia being here in Saint Petersburg might distract you

Mstislav, Sofia is my joy and inspiration

You take all the responsibility for her

It's easier to struggle when you're alone

Kastuk I guess it's time to leave

Mstislav, that's your treasure

Yes

Thank you

Thank you for everything

Thank you, Mstislav

Good morning

Good morning, my pleasure

How is it for you in Saint Petersburg?

Thank you Everything's fine How's my handwriting?

Everything's fine We will play it as it's written

Gentlemen, if you allow me before we start

I would like to say some words regarding my work In the Forest

As you all may know, I grew up in Lithuania,

in a small town of Druskininkai at the river Nemunas

Most importantly, only beautiful pine forests surround this town

I spent my most joyful days of my life in those forests

Once, when I was already a young man

I was wandering around the forest when it suddenly became absolutely quiet

I started to listen breathlessly

I listened

to that quiet and mysterious breathing of the forest

That quiet yet magnificent breathing

consisted of everything,

sounds, colors and smells

There were rainbows, the sun, the sky, everything

And everything came together to one magnificent symphony of the world

I sat there and looked through the eyes of a teenager

to that fairytale which unfolded before me

That harmony, that divine purity, would then go along with me all the time

I was constantly looking for ways to write it down

And, of course, when I started to write the symphony

I knew right away that it would be In the Forest

Konstantinai, Sofia should get home

She's unaccustomed to St Petersburg hospitality

and lacks practice in drinking champagne

Really It's time for us to go home

No, no way, Konstantinai I'll take her

You stay and bask in your glory

- Mr Ciurlionis - Yes?

- Let us congratulate you - Thank you

Why do you call yourself an artist

when you're actually a composer?

Composer, painter Who knows what I am?

You're obviously a man of many talents

And you're obviously a very perceptive woman,

you clearly recognize a genius

But seriously Mr Ciurlionis, you must solve the mystery

What mystery?

Are you a painter or a composer?

Let me be both I paint what I hear,

and compose what I see

But how?

It's a secret I keep it close to my heart

Will you show me?

My heart?

Perhaps If you're very, very, good

I'll be good Promise

Natasha, you're losing your feathers

Thank you

Girls, for the nice evening

Who's he?

My husband

You're a widow?

No, why?

My husband's very much alive

So, where is he?

We don't live together I couldn't possibly

What, you don't love him?

Love, my God, how conventional, Mr Ciurlionis

You disappoint me

Love is just for children and pet dogs

And what about you

- Are you married? - No

- But I'm very much in love - yes

Love, of course, I forgot

You're in love

That's why you're here

You know

Elena and I love men who are in love

Thank God you're home

I thought something had happened

Sofia, I'm sorry

It's alright, you're home now

Sofia, I beg you, forgive me

What happened? Why do you ask me to forgive you?

You smell of perfume

Are you so weak?

Do I mean so little to you?

I thought you loved me

Sofia

There was too much champagne

too much flattery

You didn't see how they all admired me

I wanted you to be proud of me,

to give you a reason to love me as much as I love you

Love?

I can live without that kind of love

I've neglected my work,

my family,

I've risked my reputation,

I've risked everything for you

How could I be so stupid

Zose, don't leave me,

it meant nothing

Forgive me

This means nothing

If it meant nothing then why do it?

Why have you thrown me away

for something that meant nothing?

You should forgive yourself, Kastuk

I can live with these things

Can you?

Mr Ciurlionis,

Lithuanian gold, first discovered by mermaids

They built an amber palace with it for their beloved Queen, Jurate

Konstantinas

Ciurlionis, come back Now

Dear compatriots,

it is a big honor for me to be today with you

and with the great Dr Basanavicius in one place

By showing solidarity we're sending a simple

but clear message directly to the Czar:

we insist on an independent Lithuania

Lithuania has already shown to the whole world Lithuanian identity,

self-esteem and the desire for freedom

All of this will never be taken away by anyone or any Empire

Because the Lithuanian nation isn't the nation of slaves

Please remember that

every time when someone tries to steal our hope

Remind that to your close friends, to your enemies,

to Russia, to the Czar, to the whole world

Only this is how, step by step will we reach our victory,

our Lithuanian freedom

I won't let you become a martyr

I'm trying to help you, so don't treat me like the enemy

But you are the enemy

I don't understand I'm your friend one night, your enemy the next

I want to be treated like the others

Sofia, you know my orders -

I'm supposed to dispose of all nationalists

You know what that means

Why won't you let me help you?

- I don't need your protection - Yes, you do

And in return?

Nothing more than your gratitude

Come to Petersburg with me

What, as your wife?

No, I have a wife Come as my lover

You can have a good life with me

I can give you all the things you deserve

As your whore?

I'm afraid I'm not for sale

Everyone has a price

How could you

It feels as if the sun's already set,

yet it's only morning

If I ask the question, what shall I do today?

The answer is always the same, nothing

If I ask the question, when will my Zose come back?

The answer is always the same, never

Don't be afraid Take it easy

So, Sofia

Will you give me your blessing? I've decided to marry Konstantinas

No, I will not

And you'll not have my permission either

Your permission?

This is 1908 Papa, I'm your daughter, not your property

I'll marry who I like, whether it's Kastuk or anyone else

Sofia, I didn't bring you into this world

for you to throw yourself away on the first man you see

Sofia, you're young, beautiful, clever, accomplished

You could have any man

Like Nikolai?

Why not?

Why not?

He'd make a suitable husband

He's already married, Papa

He didn't tell you that did he?

Your Ciurlionis is little better, a cheat, a drunk, and womanizer

Leonas

A fine husband he'll make I wish you luck

I think Papa's forgotten everything he ever knew about love

I hope not

I'm sorry

Sofia, your father's just like every other father

He hoped you'd meet a more, let's say,

conventional man

Like Nikolai

And what?

Well, maybe I should have told Papa about his offer

And?

He wanted to set me up in Petersburg as his whore

Sofia, look at it from Papa's point of view

You came back from Saint Petersburg

unhappy and miserable

and you don't have to be a fortune teller

to know that something happened between you and Konstantinas

And now you want to marry him

Because I love him

Whatever he's done, I love him with all my heart

I do understand

I truly do

I know you cannot change how you feel

But you should try and imagine how your Papa feels

He's seen you unhappy

And he doesn't want to see you hurt, again

Mama, there is no other way for me

He's my destiny

Yes, they're unusual

I like this one

I can see the influence of folk art,

the moon,

possibly a forest,

that sinister arm

His work reflects a sense of love,

maybe happiness

But, at the same time, an unspoken terror,

a fear

Fyodor Michaelovich?

Not for me, I'm afraid

My six year old son paints better pictures

Of course, if you prefer representative art, this isn't for you

What does he say?

Not much

I'll give you an example

In one of his paintings,

Fairy Tale of the Kings ,

there are hundreds of tiny cities drawn on trees

They fascinated me,

so I asked him what they meant

They're what I see

That's all he'd say

The landlord was concerned there'd be a corpse in the building

What's wrong with him?

I suspect it's a fever,

and maybe exhaustion

If he survives the night

he should pull through

Keep him warm

I'll come again tomorrow

- Good day - Good day

- Good day - Good day

How may I help you?

I want you to create something very specific

Two identical rings, not in size, but shape and color,

and engraved with zodiac signs

- Zodiac signs? - Astrological symbols

Like this?

Yes

I want Sagittarius engraved on both of them

This represents the date when we marry

And Aquarius, which was when we first met February

I don't know how it would have gone without you

If you need somewhere for your honeymoon,

you're always welcome to stay with us

That's very generous of you Slava, but we've planned something already

We're going to the sea

You'll have beautiful light for painting

I don't know about Sofia, but don't expect any seascapes

Kastuk won't only be painting He still needs to rest

- And to enjoy himself - Yes, and that

- Have a good trip - Thank you

Kastuk, wait

Look at the moon, Sofia

When I was little my favorite fairy tale was The Sun and the Moon

Wasn't it Jurate and Kastytis?

You're right

So, my second favorite was The Sun and the Moon

which Mama would tell, and I'd go to bed

and in my dreams imagine it all over again

I don't remember it, remind me

If you sit quietly, like a little child, I'll remind you

Once upon a time the Sun and Moon fell in love

They knew they were meant for each other,

so got married and lived in a small and cozy house

Well, they loved each other and had a beautiful little daughter,

who they decided to call Earth

The Sun and Moon lived happily,

but then they began to quarrel

"If you keep on being so hot, I'll leave you and never return",

said the Moon

"Well if you remain as cold as you are, I'll leave you first",

replied the angry Sun

Let's divorce

"Our daughter will remain with me", said the Moon

"No she won't I'm not going to leave my precious daughter with you"

"You will freeze her to death"

But because they couldn't agree who should keep her,

they went to Perkunas, the God of Thunder

"You two who can't live together,"

"it will be like this: Sun,

you will take care of Earth"

"from morning till evening"

"Moon, you will take over during the night"

And that's how it is

Sun is taking care of the Earth during the day,

and Moon is taking over from the evening until the morning

And when the Moon has no time,

his little sisters, the stars, shine down on Earth

Konstantinai, why do you paint so many angels?

Angels, Slava, are the most important symbols of the spiritual world

They embody calm and beauty

They're full of piety and grace

Angels fly unobtrusively,

over the heavy horror that lies below

Who knows what she is?

Half-human, half-sphinx?

She looks into the abyss

but does she see Heaven or Hell?

I don't know, Slava, I just draw her

I didn't make her

You three, go upstairs

So where is he?

He's working, but you already know that, too

I know you follow us

If you were mine I wouldn't leave you alone for a moment

I wouldn't take the chance that someone else might be with you

I'm not a thing No one owns me

I think you should leave

Your husband's medical records make interesting reading

Did you know when he was at Oginski's music school

he went mad?

And he remains mad

There's no cure

Now, how do you think such a madman would cope in Siberia?

I forgot

your father's so fond of him

he'll no doubt take care of him

No diamonds?

I always think a bride should wear diamonds,

as a mark of purity

But you weren't quite pure, were you?

I think you should leave

Where was I?

Yes, Siberia

Of course, if you were nicer to me,

I wouldn't have to send your husband, Kastuk

anywhere

When I married my husband

I made a vow to be faithful

And, unlike you, I meant it

But if this is what I have to do to protect him

then I'll make that sacrifice

- Sacrifice? - Yes, sacrifice

You'll make love to me

in order to keep your husband?

I'll make sure he'll die in Siberia

and you might well rot beside him

Once again, I order you to leave

This is God's house, not the Czar's

You leave me no other choice

Prepare

Into thy hands, Lord, I commend his spirit

Through this holy unction and His own most tender mercy

may the Lord pardon thee whatever sins thou hast committed by taste by sight,

so then he could be resurrected among the saints and chosen ones

Through this holy unction I forgive you all your sins

God help, God help

Leave Vilnius

and you and your family can stay in this God-forsaken country

Count yourself lucky,

punishment for dissidents is hard lab our

But Juzefa's punishment would be much worse

Don't you dare touch Juzefa

I'll touch her when and how I want, and when I've finished,

I'll give her to my soldiers

But leave within a week,

don't tell anything to Sofia, she'll stay here

What happened?

Nothing

Nothing?

Are you going somewhere?

- Saint Petersburg - Again?

Which train? I need to pack

I'm going on my own

What?

I don't understand

What don't you understand?

I'm going, you're staying

You should stay with your parents,

then you can see plenty of Nikolai

What are you talking about?

He's been here, looking for you He told me he'd seen you

Is this your malicious revenge for my one night adventure?

How could you think that?

I'd never be unfaithful to you Never

Stop lying

I'm going alone

and I don't want you to go with me

When will you be back?

I don't know

Will you write?

Yes

Do you still love me?

We can't choose who we fall in love with

Kastuk, I'm having a baby

I need you Stay

Things will change and then I'll be back

Why don't you let me come with you?

Sofia, this is the only way

When will she be born?

She?

Yes, the Sun and Moon had a daughter, didn't they?

Then they divorced

That won't happen to us

We're bound together for eternity

When will she be born?

Always impatient

Sofia

don't wave

It would kill me

Just turn around and go

Dear God, why have you done this?

Depression sits on me,

as heavy as a man, with huge ugly black wings

It's crushing my spirit

Why do you want to take me from my Zose?

Have you heard from Konstantinas?

You know I haven't

despite what he said that he'd write every day

Sorry, I didn't mean to spoil your Christmas

I just thought I'd be with him by now

Sofia, look at you

You should be putting on weight, not losing it

You must think about your baby's health

Mama, I'm thinking about my baby's father,

who's all alone, away from his friends,

away from me

- Then go to Saint Petersburg - I don't have money

Let me help you

As a Christmas present

Kastuk, Kastuk

What has happened to him?

Kastuk, do you hear me?

We shall live, Uncle Vanya

We shall live out many, many days and long evenings

We shall patiently bear the trials fate sends us

We shall hear the angels,

we shall see the whole sky paved with diamonds,

we shall see all earthly evil,

all our sufferings covered by the sea of mercy

which shall fill the whole earth

I believe

I believe

What's the matter, Kastuk?

I've been here before, Zose

Fate has won

I've lost

I'm doomed

No, you're not

I'll take care of you

We'll find someone who can help

But, now, you just need to rest

Do you mind?

He's got worse

He believes he'll never recover

Any hope he once had has gone

He can't do anything,

play the piano, paint, even go for a walk

It's like his life's already ended

- I've let him down - No you haven't

Your husband's very ill

You couldn't have prevented it

We know very little about mental illness,

and even less how to cure it

But it's clear your husband suffers

from some form of debilitating depression

and when exhausted

his mind splits into pieces

I think he's being driven almost insane by all the pictures,

music and everything else in his mind

Right now he needs to be isolated from everything

that might over-stimulate him

I'll send him to a good sanatorium, in Pustelnik

Will I be able to stay with him?

It's not advisable

But he needs me and I need him

You know I'm pregnant?

Yes and congratulations

The only thing your husband needs right now

is complete rest

Kastuk, I'll come and see you whenever I can

I'll write every day

Slava, what if he forgets me?

Everything will be fine

Slava

Thank God Konstantinai, you look so much better

Well, I'm feeling a lot better

Tell me all your news

The doctor says you're making good progress

and that you'll soon be home

That's news to me, they don't tell me anything

What kind of medicine do you take?

I don't take anything

I'm just like one of those trees

I'm still and silent, waiting for the seasons to come and go

Soon it'll be spring and I'll come alive

So

The curators of the Munich Exhibition want some of your paintings

That's good news, isn't it?

Should I choose the paintings?

Sorry, but you can't paint just now You'll wake the other patients

Besides, you need to rest

Come on, back to bed I'm sorry, but it's doctor's orders

No, I need to finish this

Your Papa will see how beautiful you are

His little angel

Sofia, listen to me

You cannot take Danute with you It's too far

You've just given birth, for God's sake

She must see him

I can't explain it

But she must see him as soon as possible

Then at least let me come with you

Have you scissors?

My darling Kastuk, our dream was true

We now have a beautiful little girl who I've called Danute,

just as we discussed

She has your very own soulful eyes and whenever I look at her I see you

My daughter's hair

You must be very proud

Yes

Once you're home you'll see for yourself

And may she visit before then?

Maybe

But, there is some good news

You're allowed to go into the forest

What, now?

Yes, if you feel able

Thank you

Zose, I send you all my love

I yearn to see Danute

In my dreams I kiss her face, her hands and then all her tiny toes

My heart is overwhelmed with such bliss

that I'd like to embrace the whole world and hold it closely

Your Papa's getting better and better

What's the matter, dear?

She knows there's a change of routine

She's just excited

What is it my angel?

I think it's Pneumonia He has shortness of breath,

and look it hurts when he breathes deeply

Keep him cool and try and keep his lungs clear

- Goodbye - Goodbye

- Hello, madam - My mother

And you must be Danute

I've heard a lot about you

Please come to my office This way

There's no easy way of saying this

Of saying what?

That at first madam's husband was making a good recovery,

exactly as we'd hoped

And now he isn't?

I'm very sorry He went for a walk, but stayed out all night,

it rained and he caught a chill

And I'm afraid he developed pneumonia

Is that serious?

I'm so very, very sorry

Your husband passed away in the early hours of this morning

I don't

no, that's impossible

He was exhausted

I don't understand

He's not old, he was getting better

He caught a cold a cold

How could a cold kill him?

For a man his age he wasn't strong

his system was weak

The mind and body are connected in so many ways

This is your Papa

Zose, I've been allowed to take walks

It's a real sign I'm getting better

I'll stay out all night look at the stars

listen to the music of the forest

Zose, aren't we the lucky ones?

You lied

You lied, you lied, you lied

Do I look lucky to you?

Do I look lucky to you?

Lord give eternal rest for the dead and let the eternal light shine upon him

And may you find peace in Heaven Amen

He never found any peace here on earth

Sofia, please accept my condolences

My husband's not yet cold in his grave

Please leave us alone

Let's go Sofia

What did he want?

It's all right Mama, he's paid as much respect to my husband he had

It's such a comfort that you care for us, and that you loved my Kastukas

He's still alive in my heart

We spent such little time together,

but it's not a reason to be sad

I know that Danute would have loved him

He would have been such a tender and loving father

I believe that at some point I will find strength to tell her everything

about his paintings,

music,

how he loved his country

Very few of his dreams came true,

he was worth so much,

but life gave him so little

My dearest Zose, I rejoice without end that you're the one

for whom I've longed since my childhood, of whom I've thought,

dreamed and fantasized

I'm not afraid of life because we'll stand together,

and support each other

And when we die, you and I will meet in other lands,

since we are Eternity and Infinity

This is where your Papa and me used to come

We used to talk about singing mermaids and underwater palaces

Yes, we did

Then we'd walk in the forest