All language subtitles for 1 - Bratya Karamazovy

Central Partnership

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Central Partnership presents

A Kolibri Studio production

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Sergei KOLTAKOV

Sergei GOROBCHENKO

One, two, three, one, two, three!

Yelena LYADOVA

Anatoliy BELIY

Viktoria ISAKOVA

Alexander GOLUBEV

Pavel DEREVYANKO

In a Yury Moroz film

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

Based on the novel
by F.M. Dostoyevsky

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Screenplay:
Alexander CHERVINSKY

Director of photography:
Nikolai IVASIV R.G.C.

Artistic directors:
Yekaterina KOZHEVNIKOVA, Marat KIM

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Composer:
Henri LOLASHVILI

New Russia State Symphonic Orchestra
Conductor: Yury BASHMET

Sound director:
Marina NIGMATULINA

Make-up:
Marina FIRSOVA, Olga UIKOLAEVA

Costume design:
Dmitri ANDREEV, Alexandra ANDREEVA

Editing:
Alla URAZBAEVA

Co-producers: Sergei DANIELIAN,
Aram MOVSESIAN, Yury MOROZ

Producer:
Ruben DISHDISHIAN

Director:
Yury MOROZ

Part One

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The father of Mitya, Ivan and Alyosha

Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov
was married twice.

His first wife was from
the wealthy Miusov family,

who didn't want her to
marry Fyodor Pavlovitch.

The affair ended with elopement, which
for a time captivated Adelaida Ivanovna.

Despite the fact
that the Miusov family

came to terms with the
elopement quite quickly.

The couple's life was one of
extremes and constant arguments.

Finally Adelaida Ivanovna
left home and ran off

with a teacher-seminarian,
leaving Fyodor Pavlovitch

with their three year old son Mitya.

The soon-to-be pauper
ended up in St. Petersburg,

where she died either
of typhus or of hunger,

which gladdened the
heart of Fyodor Pavlovitch.

Thank God, she's made me a widower!

Fyodor Pavlovitch settled
the son Mitya in a hut in the yard

with his servant Grigory,
and basically forgot about him.

But, it turned out that the brother
of the deceased Adelaida Ivanovna

returned from Paris;

and having heard all about his sister
and the fact that Mitya had been left,

he announced to Fyodor
Pavlovitch that he would like

to take charge of rearing the boy.

Fyodor Pavlovitch agreed and Mitya was
handed over to one of his numerous aunts.

About this time Fyodor Pavlovitch
was married for the second time,

and after Mitya was taken
away his two brothers

Ivan and little Alyosha
remained in the house.

Dmitri Fyodorovitch grew up with the
conviction that he had a certain fortune,

and that when he reached
adulthood he would be independent.

And Mitya's childhood
and youth were tumultuous.

He did not complete his
studies at the gymnasium,

and then ended up in one
of the military academies,

and then finished his studies
when serving in the Caucasus.

He lived a debauched life,
ran up debts, fought duels.

And was discharged.

When he left his squadron,
he approached his father

to find out about his
property, which he considered,

was due to him after
the death of his mother.

Not only are you a frivolous
young man, you are debauched

you have already spent
the entire value of your property.

That's it!

You have nothing left.

This is a swindle, a total lie.

Get out of here!

This is disgraceful!

Get out! And don't set
foot in this place again.

His second wife, Sofia Ivanovna,

Fyodor Pavlovitch took from
the old general's wife,

where she was being brought up.

She bore Fyodor Pavlovitch two
sons and soon after she also died,

from some nervous ailment.

After her death the exact same thing
happened with the two boys as with Mitya.

They were completely forgotten
and dumped by their father

with the same Grigory,
in the same hut,

where they were found by the
general's wife, their mother's.

Don't be like that lady.

God will reward you for the orphans.

Quite soon the eldest
of the brothers,

Ivan was discovered to have
a great aptitude for study,

which resulted in him being
sent to the Moscow gymnasium.

Later he went to the university,

where he wrote very
insightful book critiques,

which gained him a reputation
in literary circles.

One day he wrote a strange newspaper
article on ecclesiastical courts.

The main thing about
the article was its tone

and the wonderful
unexpectedness of its conclusion.

This article caused
intellectual ferment.

And made a great
impression on the fourth,

illegitimate son of Fyodor
Pavlovitch Smerdyakov.

Destroy in man his belief
in his own immortality,

and at the same time not
only will love disappear,

but also all vitality and
all sense of moral decency.

Everything will be permissible.

Everything will be permissible.

It was said that Smerdyakov's
mother was an idiot from the town,

known to everyone by the
nickname Stinking Lizaveta.

No it's not at the master's.

There's somebody in
the byre, I tell you.

Where?

Marfa!

A child!

Lord.

The gate is locked.

How did she get in here at night?

Somebody brought her.

Don't talk foolish, woman
who could have brought her?

It was brought here to the
master. He's the father!

Foolish woman, stop
talking your nonsense.

It's not his. It's from Karp,
the runaway thief.

The entire town is talking about it.

That it's Fyodor Pavlovitch's.

His young wife is
about to give birth.

Lord!

God will be his judge.

The child...

Is it dying? Let's
go tell the master.

Lord, lord...

God forgive you, what
did you wake me for?

They're in the shed,
in the shed, over there.

Well, what did you
wake me for?

Well then!

Mother of God!

She's gone to meet her maker,
in the heavenly kingdom.

Master, with your permission
Marfa and I will keep the child...

That would work out very well she was
smerdyashaya, so he can be Smerdyakov.

Well?

Happy birthday, Smerdyakov!

Smerdyakov was raised by Grigory,

who himself said that the boy grew up
without any gratitude, wild and suspicious.

As a child he loved to hang cats and then
bury them ceremoniously, all in secret.

One day Grigory caught him at
this, and gave him a good caning.

You are not human!

You grew from the
bathhouse scum, so you did!

Smerdyakov, as it turned out,

was never able to forgive him
these words.

Grigory taught him to read and write

and when he was twelve he started
to teach him sacred history.

But this endeavour ended
fruitlessly as soon as it had begun.

And his kingdom will last forever.

What is it?

Nothing.

God created the world on the first day,
and the sun, moon and stars on the fourth.

Where did the light come
from on the first few days?

Get out of here!

What? What's wrong with you?

What's wrong with you?

After this event,
Smerdyakov had epilepsy...

Marfa!

...for the rest of his life.

The youngest of the
brothers - Alexei,

had not yet finished his studies at
the gymnasium, he had a year to go

when he announced that he
wanted to enter a monastery.

It should be made clear that Alyosha
was in no way a fanatic or a mystic.

If he decided on a monastic life,

it was only because he was
full of youthful philanthropy.

This monastic life impressed him,

and struck him as the
ideal way for a scholar

to rescue his soul from
the gloom of worldly evil,

into the light of love.

Destroy in man his belief
in his own immortality,

and at the same moment not
only will love disappear,

but also all the vitality that
accompanies any life will disappear.

Moreover, all sense of moral decency
will disappear and everything will be permissible.

This is a letter from
Dmitri. Read it please.

Right now?

Promise to do this for me.

I promise.

In carrying out the
promise made to the bride

of his brother, Katerina
Ivanovna, Ivan Fyodorovitch

soon arrived in the town,
as we discover later

doing business for
Dmitri Fyodorovitch,

who had brought a suit against his
father over the village of Chermashnya,

which had at one time
belonged to his mother.

Our story begins with this fatal
arrival of Ivan Fyodorovitch,

which was to have
so many consequences.

Mama, look, it's Alyosha Karamazov.

Quiet, Liza, later.

Great healer, I understand
why it is the people love you.

Our simple-hearted,
beautiful Russian people.

Have you come to
speak to me about this?

About this and a lot more, but the main
thing is the enthusiastic gratitude.

On Thursday you prayed over Liza,

you laid your hands on her,
and you healed her.

What do you mean I healed her?
She's lying on the couch.

Yes, but her night fevers
have totally disappeared.

And today she stood for a whole
minute without any support.

I called doctor
gertsenshtub, he says:

I am amazed, puzzled. Liza,
say how grateful you are

It's for him.

You minx, why are you teasing him?

Why has he forgotten everything?

He carried me in his arms when I
was small, and taught me to read.

And then you put a cassock on
him and now he is afraid of me.

I am not going to eat him.

Liza! What's the matter with you?

Forgive her, Alexei Fyodorovitch,
it's because she is worried,

because she has an important message
for you from Katerina Ivanovna.

It is Katya, the bride of
his terrible brother Dmitri.

She asks for Alexei
Fyodorovitch to come immediately.

Why should I go to her?
I don't know her.

He's not going to go, he's joining
the monks, he's saving himself.

He will come, I will send him.

And now my dear, you
excuse me, I am expected...

So, we're here already,
but Mitya's not here.

That's the way! Do you
know that Mitya hates me?

Why should he love you?

You threw him out at the age of three
to live in a hut with a servant.

When I came to take him to raise him,

you had even forgotten
that you had a young son.

I remembered!

Ivan, I remembered, at the time I
pretended to you that I didn't remember.

You know well that at
times I like to act up.

Just don't act up today.

I promise.

Give charity in the name of God.

Pray for the health of God's servant
Fyodor, pray for Fyodor's health!

I will pray.

As regards the hut,
judge for yourself:

I wasn't able to keep children at
that time, in that disgrace, in Sodom.

And there is nobody to ask in
this mess where that Zosima lives.

- Are you looking for the old man?
- Yes.

I should take you there.

Allow me to introduce myself -
Maximov, a landowner from Tula.

Elder Zosima lives in a cell,
through these gates, come in.

The elder, the wonderful elder, the
honor and glory of the monastery.

That's the elder...
un chevalier parfait.

Who is a chevalier?

Elder Zosima. A holy knight.

Holy.

I'm just thinking that in the
presence of this, what is he,

wonderful elder, Mitya
will hang his head in shame

and we will be able
to reach an agreement.

The elder is not going to
resolve your property disputes.

There is nothing to dispute.

You should know, Mitya has
long ago spent his share,

frivolously and impetuously.
But enough about that.

Anyway, it's not I who owes him,
but he who owes me everything!

Enough, enough, I said!

Well...

It's exactly midday and my
son Dmitri is still not here.

I ask you to forgive him, Holy Elder.

There he is incidentally,
that terrible Dmitri, let's go.

Forgive me for making you wait.

The servant Smerdyakov,
sent to me by father

said that the meeting was at one.

I understand that I have
been deceived on purpose.

Don't worry, your
lateness has caused, no harm.

I am extremely grateful and
expected no less from your kindness.

Mitya, we were discussing
your brother's article.

That's very appropriate.

Ivan Fyodorovitch, I am puzzled.

You say that there is no natural law.

To love your fellow
man. It doesn't exist.

I this case moral law is different for
everybody that doesn't believe in God.

So nothing is immoral.

Any villainy could be permitted
if it can be justified by reason.

I'm sorry, I misheard.

Villainy should be permitted and
considered justified by reason?

Is that so?

That's right.

I'll remember.

Divine elder, this is my son, Ivan,

my beloved progeny,
my most dutiful son,

my Karl Moor, as it were. But
that one who has just come in,

is my son Dmitri Fyodorovitch,

against which I am
asking you for judgment,

that is my undutiful Franz Moor.

Both from the schiller
play the robbers.

Speak without foolishness and don't
begin by insulting your household.

But your holiness, he
accuses me of hiding money

that he inherited from his
mother under the mattress.

But there is a court,
Dmitri Fyodorovitch,

and there they will get to the
bottom of all your receipts.

They will calculate how much you had,

how much you used up
and how much is left

and it will come out,
Dmitri Fyodorovitch,

that it is you that owes me,
and not just some paltry amount,

but several thousand!

This is an unworthy comedy!

Holy Father, I am an uneducated man,

and I don't even know
how to address you.

You have been deceived here.

This is not about money at all.

Father just needs a
scandal. And I know why.

Holy father, don't believe him.

The entire city is talking
about his debauchery!

And where he served as an officer,

he compromised the honor of
the daughter of his commander.

A brave lieutenant colonel...

He compromised him, do you
understand what I am saying?

And now she, his bride,
Katerina Ivanovna is her name,

has come here herself, but he...

Quiet! Don't you dare
besmirch that noble girl!

It is enough that you dare to
utter her name - a disgrace for her!

The disgrace, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,

is that right before her eyes
you go visiting a local strumpet.

Be quiet!

He speaks like that to me?

He speaks like that
to his father! To me!

...then a curse on him!

You want to get rid of me

because you want to approach
her with a proposal of your own.

If you weren't my son, I would
challenge you to a duel immediately.

But she told me everything.

With pistols!

How you taught her to
use captain Snegirev

at three paces to tempt me
and then send me to prison!

A duel!

Only you will not buy her!

A duel! At the drop
of a handkerchief!

Excuse me, but when I came here

I did not realize that a father
was jealous of his son's enjoyment

of a woman's tawdry behavior.

While he, along with the same wretch...

What? What?

Say? What, sir, did you call her?

A wretch.

Yes, that's what you
called her - a wretch -

she is nobler and purer than
all of our wretched clan!

If that's what we're
going to talk about.

Shameful!

What? Shameful?

Yes, that - what did
he call her - wretch -

is holier than all
you redemptive clergy.

Do you eat cabbage?

They eat minnows and think
they can by God with minnows.

I spit on you!

And I spit again, no.

Forgive... forgive everything.

O, God!

I don't understand why
is he bowing to him?

When you get home,
have a drink. Let's go.

Why shouldn't I have a drink.

Lord!

And me! I'm going with you!

Go away!

Ivan, Ivan, what are you saying?

I am not responsible for this
madhouse and its inhabitants,

and I am going to rid myself
of your society forever,

Fyodor Pavlovitch, believe me.

Listen to you!

You're the one who has this
entire monastery riled up.

You approved it, and
now you're getting angry.

Allow me to stay here.

No son, you are needed more there.

As soon as God calls me to
him, leave the monastery.

Your place is not here.

And you still have to get married.

And you need to experience everything
before you can return again.

Your service is in the world.

Go, and be with your brothers.

Not just one, but both of them. Go.

I think the elder has great
foresight, he has sensed a criminal.

What criminal?

In your family. Now when something
happens, the entire province will say:

the elder foresaw this, he
bowed deep before the killer.

What killer?

Your brother and papa are
locking horns over a strumpet.

Have you not thought
how that might end?

No, I haven't.

Alyosha!

Alyosha, come here!

Quickly, come on.

Come on in.

What are you looking at?

''He's getting drunk again''
don't believe that nonsense,

I need two bottles to get drunk,
and I haven't drunk a quarter.

Now look into it properly,
I said properly Alyosha.

In the whole world I
only love you, only you.

That slattern that I fell
in love with was my undoing.

Promise me that you'll do it...

What?

But wait.

First - Schiller's ode to joy.

From the breasts of kindly
nature all of joy imbibe the dew;

Good and bad alike, each creature
Would her roseate path pursue.

'Tis through her the wine-cup maddens,
Love and friends to man she gives!

Bliss the meanest reptile gladdens,-
Near God's throne the cherub lives!

So there, the meanest reptile
to which God gave bliss...

I, brother, am that reptile.

And all us Karamazovs are the same.

Because bliss means upheaval.

And beauty is a horrible
and terrible thing.

Terrible because it is indefinable.

The devil and God are fighting here,

and the battle field
is the hearts of men.

Brother, I am very uneducated.

But I have thought a lot about it.

What to him appears a disgrace,
to the heart is total beauty.

No, man is broad, too broad even.

I would narrow him.

Incidentally, what the heart
thinks, the tongue speaks.

Listen now about Katerina Ivanovna.

I have never told anybody, you
will now be the first to hear,

except, of course, for Ivan.

Ivan knows, but Ivan
is like the grave.

Ivan is like the grave?

I was in the battalion
at the time, as an ensign,

and I played around a lot.

And then the youngest daughter of
my commander, the lieutenant colonel,

arrives from the city - the
very same Katerina Ivanovna.

Your bride?

Bride - that was later, then she
was just out of the institute,

proud, with intelligence
and education, and a beauty.

And the entire city is
captivated and amused...

By the queen of the ball.

And I, brave man that I am,
approach and talk with her.

She refuses to look at me and
purses her lips suspiciously.

And she was right.

I was a terrible carouser.

She was right,

but I was terribly offended at the
time and decided to get my revenge.

And then by chance I found
out that her father was Mitya.

The lieutenant colonel, the cash box was
four thousand five hundred rubles short.

He had borrowed state funds, so
Katerina Ivanovna's father was looking

at an old age filled with
courts and soldier's suits.

Then I decided how to get my revenge.

I somehow met the eldest daughter of
the lieutenant colonel, Alafia Ivanovna.

God, you frightened
me, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.

Alafia Ivanovna, if they demand
that your father return the money,

rather than let him go to
court, send me your sister.

I'll give her the four thousand.

Just let her come herself. And I
will keep the secret, I promise.

Scoundrel.

Ah, Alyosha, my brother!

On that very day the lieutenant
colonel was visited by a peon.

With a book -
hand over the money immediately.

In two hours.

He signed the book,
went into the bedroom,

took a pistol and
put in a bullet and...

But I only learned all
this later, Alyosha.

That evening I was sitting at home.

Twilight, winter, frost.

Is that you?

My sister said that you would give
four thousand five hundred roubles

if I came to get them myself.

Here I am.

Four thousand roubles?

I was joking, what are you doing?

Silly and gullible, young lady?

Two hundred perhaps.

But four thousand for
that little frivolity.

You deigned to exert
yourself in vain.

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

End of Part One