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When the ten-year war against Troy ended, Agamemnon returned triumphantly to Argos.

The people and their queen welcomed him with a big word...

"Sting!

Poor Argos!

Our armies under Agamemnon's command conquered the world.

How far we have fallen since then!"

When he returned in triumph, they called him "Poehnan.

" "Fucking"...

They moved him around the fields like a dog. Murderers!

Aegisthus married her off to a peasant.

Poor teacher.

He dismissed all her zealous suitors.

He is afraid of her revenge.

It is a miracle he didn't kill her.

All those years he kept her locked up...

Her mother stopped him.

I am afraid of people. That girl with a black heart!

Then he killed her alive in that marriage.

The sun looks towards the earth.

of her golden skin.

When it sees the "wickedness of people"

it changes direction.

Darkness fell on the east.

Go to the other side.

Black clouds gathered from the north.

And nature became a wasteland.

But the day will come and the earth will rejoice.

The mountains will be green again.

The earth quenches the earth.

Like a fawn in the forest

you will dance,

your heart will be full of

flowers and laughter.

I am a lecturer,

daughter of Agamemnon and Clytemnestra.

Oh, good fortune!

Oh, cruel and sweet fate!

There is no need to sigh, my daughter.

Pray to the gods and they will send you.

Neither God nor mortals listened to me.

I swim for the dead

and for an exile.

Think of your brother,

Orestes,

a true son of a noble father.

Where is she?

In what country? Under what roof?

If only I could see my sister!

They cast her out of her father's house

into the wasteland.

And our mother, that girl,

three nights with another man in criminal fornication.

Good women,

if you know where my father's grave is

, can you take me there?

I want to pray and ease my pain.

A sorrowful journey, each step a tear...

And our beautiful tears soothe the pain...

Like a young labdog

swimming

for his father

caught in the hunter's net,

so I swim for you too, Father.

My dear...

My ears?

Look at my hair. I managed them for you.

Look at my nails. I will cover myself with them.

I knew I would find you here.

Where is your brother, the statesman Orestes?

Not here. To defend his father's tomb?

He will come.

When?

Come to avenge you and rid the land of murderers.

He is coming!

Never surrender!

You know, I announced a great reward for his head.

Orestes...

Pylades! My true friend!

You came.

As soon as I received the message.

Your slave brought me here.

Only you share all my suffering.

The Oracle of Delphi has spoken.

I must avenge my father's murder.

How?

I cannot enter the palace.

I must stay here, near the border.

where no one knows me.

I have to find my sister now.

I've heard he's married and lives far from the stick.

Everything works out for me, and maybe

he'll help me.

It begins to shine.

It's time to go to the village.

I hope we can find a farmer who will tell me something about my sister.

Why does he work so hard for me?

When is your heart so tender?

You are my friend in these times.

Helping you is my passion.

Let me take care of the house.

A hard-working person deserves a well-kept house.

Good. Soon it will be spring.

And I will go behind the plow.

I am a woman!

My hair is frizzy...

she must be a slave.

Shall we ask her?

No. We need to find someone who will know something.

She must be at the spring.

Like a fawn in the woods

you will dance

Your heart will be filled with

flowers and laughter.

A young man came from Mykonos

and invited everyone from Argos to dance.

It's time for our curious families.

My heart is broken. I don't enjoy singing or dancing.

I bring you my finest clothes,

bracelets, and necklaces.

Your beauty dazzles the sun.

I will never dance with the Argos girls.

Hide me.

Two men are hunting in your house.

The men of Aegisthus... I fear for my life.

Don't worry, we are friends.

There is one among you...

Her name is Lektra.

I swear I won't harm her.

I know her brother.

Stop!

I have news... of my brother.

Is she alive?

Is he dead?

He eats.

And God bless you for those words.

Your brother... he blesses you.

Where is he far away?

He is suffering in many countries.

Do I have enough food?

Yes.

But exile is killing him.

What message did you bring me?

He wants to know about you.

I see, don't ask any more questions.

Yes, I see. So I cried for you.

Why is he straying so far from the stick?

Because of my unhappy marriage.

I'm swimming for your brother. Tell me who your husband is.

None of those whom my father would choose for me.

A poor but good man.

He respects me.

Does he respect you? How so?

He never touched me.

Why? Is that a promise?

Well, Aegisthus forced me to marry.

He may be afraid of Orestes.

Orestes.

How could your mother allow this?

Women only care about their men.

Why did Aegisthus make such a sacrifice?

My children must be humble.

And now they will grow up to be an avenger. - Fear of revenge,

fear consumes him.

Does he know you are a virgin?

I kept it a secret.

Don't be afraid of these women, they will not betray me one day.

If Orestes were here

and saw you!

If he were here,

he wouldn't recognize him.

To tell...

the cruelest truth... I will give it to your brother.

He hardened his heart.

Then tell her this...

Her mother lives in luxury and is immoral.

She is surrounded by Trojan slaves.

She drove me away like a wild dog.

M! Her own daughter.

Tell her if I go to fetch water from the spring,

dressed in these rags,

on these hideous faces.

I am ashamed to call myself a woman.

And tell her about the assassin

who rides in the skin of a dead king

! And brazenly held my father's staff!

They threw his body to the vultures.

In his poor grave

he has never been sacrificed, never decorated with myrtle leaves.

That drunken, angry whore,

my mother's precious husband,

desecrated the grave with countless tears:

"Where is Orestes?"

"Will he never return?"

Tell her everything. The proof is here

in my hands,

in my troubled mind

, in my head.

When Orestes arrives

, what should he do?

That question shames you, stranger.

Should he kill the assassins?

Yes. It should turn out what they did.

And his mother? And your mother?

I'm so...

Will she help him?

How she helped Aegisthus.

With an axe!

The husband is coming back.

God! Is that your husband?

Who are these strangers?

What do I want?

Young women shouldn't talk to strangers.

She didn't do anything wrong.

Here comes the news about Orestes.

Don't punish him.

What's new? Is he eating? - "Okay," yes.

What is it?

I want to see her married.

Something she never sees, she tells them the rest herself.

They are welcome in our house.

My simple house is in for your good news.

He is an ordinary man.

One of the great ones of Argos.

He still holds a prominent place among our people.

Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish true goodness.

I knew princes with useless sons

and noble sons of humble origin.

I knew the meanness of the richest men

and the generosity of the poorest.

Enter.

It is an honor for me to welcome my friend, or friends.

Your greeting is worthy of the son of Agamemnon,

whether he is here with them or not.

A poor man should not. The world is so exalted by foreigners.

If they are as refined as they seem, then they will be satisfied with what I can offer.

Then quickly seek out my brother's former teacher.

Now he is obliged. Look after the guests in the "below."

Give it to him and he will bring you something. For our guests.

He will rejoice and know that the child he saved is still alive.

For now, look after our guests.

Offer them all that we have.

And prepare what you have. One day

, Valentin returned from Trikhe

to the town of Nauplius .

He spoke of the beauty and brilliance of the old father,

a man of swift feet.

Make this a sunlit circle with covered legs

and countless stars swirling around like a crown of roses.

It was Achilles...

...and Agamemnon with a golden sword

...who drank in the dark terror in Hector's heart.

Under the hiss of his sword

the horses began to advance

and raised blinding clouds of dust.

It was a different Valentine, who wanted to fight.

The leader of all the Czechs, her husband!

Where is my lord, daughter of Agamemnon?

I raised your father as a child

. The path to the house is old bones to me.

Is it you, darling?

Welcome the newborn lamb, fresh cheese and so on.

My wine, old and smelly.

Give more to the guests.

I am sitting here

and wipe my tears

with these rags.

Why, old friend?

When I saw your father's grave

I couldn't help it, I stopped

and mourned for a while.

Sprigs of myrtle lay on the grave

and a lock of golden hair.

Who dared to leave them there?

Certainly no one from Argos.

Then I thought it might be his son.

He crossed the border

to honor his humble grave.

The wise do not speak, the old.

My brother is not afraid!

He will not return in secret.

I want to hear something about Orestes.

He will take me to strangers.

My eyes clouded over.

Hello, strangers

. Greetings, old man.

He was my father's teacher.

Then he was the one who saved your brother!

That's true.

Why does he touch me like this?

I don't know.

Pray to the gods, my daughter.

Prepare yourself, he will receive a priceless gift.

What the hell, as if you were delirious?

Am I mad? When can I see your brother?

My brother?

Orestes, son of Agamemnon.

Proof! Give me proof!

A scar behind his ear.

When he fell while hunting a fawn.

I will remember him.

He carried his father in me.

That day has come!

That day has finally arrived!

He came like the sun. that hides the black night.

He scatters the clouds again.

He is God!

He is God!

At last the gods smiled!

Old man, I need your advice.

Do we have any friends here in Argos?

Whom should I contact? And where?

He has no friends these days.

I can only rely on evidence and his own strong arms.

What must be done?

You must kill them both.

I know that.

How?

There is a way to do it.

I am listening.

Today is the festival of the wine rivers.

Aegisthus will sacrifice to Bacchus.

It will be five o'clock at dawn.

Where?

In the vineyards.

Will there be many?

His wife is with him.

If I win, they will come for me!

They will come when they know who you are.

Tell me how to approach him?

First, he must dispel his fears.

When will he feel safe? He invites you to his table.

The rest is in your hands.

Will my mother be there?

She's never seen with him. People despise him.

He comes there for the world.

How can I kill them both?

Leave it to me.

The sun will set quickly. It's time to go.

Who will show me where to go?

J.

Orestes will find a way to Clytemnestra.

"Tell me... - What should I do?

I gave birth to a son.

What does he hope to gain from this?

He'll stop at my house on the way.

Do you expect me to do it for you?

Yes. A son was born to him.

Still, are you sure?

He comes here and never leaves.

He must go, time is running out.

Oh, die... avenger of my enemies...

Look upon our acts of kindness.

Help us!

If our cause is just, grant them victory.

Let them avenge their father's murder.

And you, father, beneath the cold earth...

and you, earth, our mother...

Give salt to your children...

Call upon the dead to aid you.

All who fought at your side...

All who despise evil deeds.

Have you heard of a father slain?

Cunning... We must go.

But stay!

Death to Aegisthus!

If he is killed, it will be my death as well.

King!

Who are you, strangers?

Where are you from?

We are from Thessaly,

we want to sacrifice. We are on our way to the Alpheus River.

That is why tonight I make a sacrifice to God.

Be my guests, and tomorrow you may continue your journey.

It would be foolish to refuse.

I want to drink to our God, to generous Bacchus.

He brings joy

, and do not test our enemies.

They say they are in Thessaly. Masters of the art.

Take a sip.

Show us you are a master.

Let's see who is the best.

Quickly, my lord!

What is it?

Down below, a cry can be heard... it is like a distant buzzing.

The wind carries that sound here.

Yes, I heard that.

Are they voices?

In the confusion, who can read it?

It is not good for the bride.

All is lost. I know!

We must wait, or he will decide!

He will not seize the living.

Wait until we hear the truth.

Killing a king is no small thing.

Women of Argos!

Orestes has won! His friends are Rejoicing!

Is Aegisthus dead?

Dead, gone forever.

Divine Justice...

At last you reached them.

When the king fell,

his rocks seized the land.

There were many against two.

Then Orestes and Pylades stepped forward with great courage.

Orestes spoke:

"I am not an enemy,

I came to give you freedom and avenge my father's death."

They heard him and bowed their heads.

Then the old slave who served in the palace recognized Orestes.

He approached Orestes and crowned him with cotton leaves.

The thumb sleeps in ignorance and a new king reigns.

Come here. Bring proof of your success.

Earth...

And you, "black" night...

Let the light come!

And freedom will illuminate our eyes!

Prepare flowers and myrtle leaves. For my brother's coronation!

The good king found his thorn.

Songs and laughter will be heard throughout the land.

Staten Orestes, take this wreath from me. Hand it over.

You didn't defeat any ordinary adversary,

but the worst enemy.

And you, my dear Pylades,

accept this wreath.

Our victory is a gift from God.

And only then do I do it. I was just a tool.

Here is his body. Do with it as you please.

He was your master, now he is your slave.

What troubles you?

I would like to speak, but I won't.

What am I afraid of?

They may accuse me of defaming the dead.

No one will blame you.

The earth is teeming with animals.

Not everyone saw the suffering he caused you.

Then speak.

That morning when I woke up...

I repeated the words to myself, wanting to throw them in his face.

Cowardly murderer!

You who are us, you threw the most remote into misery.

Answer! Speak! What have we done wrong?

Coward!

While others fought,

you slept in another's bed.

In vain you believed, woman, that she who betrays her husband

must be faithful to another man.

You and my mother knew

that your marriage is against nature.

You lived together like criminals

bound by a mutual lie.

People asked, you just passed by: "Life, Clytemnestra's pet."

"He is the king, but she rules the house."

But you felt no shame

that you are a toy in a woman's hands.

You puffed yourself up like a penis.

You played like a dog.

All you thought about was food, drink, and being loved.

Your tearful eyes seduced all the women.

Poor beauty!

It never occurred to you

that things can change,

that a person's reputation rests on marriage, the only thing he had left.

Away with you, you crazy fool!

You died as you lived: without honor.

He was deceiving himself.

Our mother?

Is this a sign of compassion?

How can I kill the one who gave me birth?

Just as she killed your father.

Here she comes,

in all her beauty!

As God has it, "to commit such a bloody act"?

Who are we to doubt her wisdom?

Must I dip my hands in my mother's blood?

Come to your father, or may God curse you!

What did the demon speak through the old man?

White in the sanctuary of our God?

No, my brother.

Our fate is terrible.

Wait here.

I must think of nothing but this:

She killed him by the hand of Aegisthus.

Help me down.

These three maids are always with me.

No matter how small, for my lost daughter, Iphigenia.

Leave her; I will help her down.

He's afraid of getting stuck. His royal hands?

They don't have to tire themselves out, leave it to the slaves.

Why? Am I not a slave?

Like them... executed?

Do we need to talk about this again?

Didn't you get me out of my father's reach?

Yes, I know.

It's in a woman's nature, if poison drips from her tongue,

when she's at a disadvantage and in front of strangers.

But I'll speak calmly.

When I tell the truth before these people here,

I can't see it if necessary.

I

agreed to marry Agamemnon,

not just because I wanted to see my children die.

He terrified us so much, sweet Iphigenia to Aulis.

The mention was made by Achilles.

He placed her on the altar

and slit her throat with a knife.

If he wanted to save his country, or his children,

I could forgive him.

But why should I have children? Pay for Helen's "madness"?

When Menelaus was captured,

I had to kill Orestes. Did my husband save my sisters?

Would your father allow it?

But there's more...

When he returned from Troy, he added this woman named Cassandra

and hoped to be with him. I'm going to ask for my bed.

When a woman is unfaithful,

she is judged regardless of her apologies.

She never should be.

Why should I suffer and he not?

I killed him.

It was the only way for me,

to connect with his enemies.

Which of his friends would help me?

The truth, but what a disgusting truth.

A wise woman is a woman who will forgive her husband.

And now, if you want, you can speak

without fear.

He can prove me wrong if he can.

Can I speak without fear, Mother?

Do I have to repeat myself?

He won't get angry when I say what I think.

I'm ready to listen.

How to code?

To be so beautiful and so stupid at the same time.

You used Iphigenia's death to absolve yourself of all your sins.

I forgot how well I know you.

The moment your husband left

, you didn't think of the sacrifice of your holy daughter.

You spent your time in front of the mirror, with your combs and feathers.

A servant doesn't think only of her courtesan beauty

while her husband is away.

Enough! Come back!

You said I would listen to you.

Speak!

Speak, but quickly!

When the Trojans won,

you alone, the only one of all, my God, dared.

When the Trojans were losing, your dream has disappeared.

It's better to lose the Czech Republic. Don't have Agamemnon in the house.

Why would you when he killed his daughter?

Couldn't he have more children?

You stole our inheritance and gave it to your lover.

My sister was dead. Why did you kill me alive too?

If, as it were,

blood must be paid with blood,

don't worry.

What will happen to you?

Daughter...

You always loved your father more than me.

I will forgive you.

Not all my deeds were good.

What more can I do?

It hurt to see you so soon after a child was born barefoot and in rags.

My poor child.

I see how wrong I was.

Your forgiveness comes late.

Why did you leave your husband?

To mock me all these years?

He has such a temper, and you provoke him.

Because I am full of sorrow.

But this will soon end.

Then he will see until it disappears.

Will he be kind to me?

Can you see? Use him again!

I won't say anything more.

I am still afraid of him.

Now tell me, why am I here?

Ten days after the birth,

it must be offered to God.

I know nothing of those lunches, that's why I sent for you.

That's a baby wheel.

I gave birth alone.

Where were your friends?

The poor have no friends.

Then I will go and pray to the gods for your son's father-in-law.

The house is poor, don't you mind?

If you want, come for your son.

Let's have lunch here.

Why waste time?

My husband is Czech.

You've already delayed me enough.

I see there isn't enough time. He must go in.

Everything is ready for the sacrifice.

Mother!

I will be careful in my actions. The walls are "splattered" with soot.

It's time for rest.

Winds across the land will again spread bad news.

Just like when they murdered

our good King Agamemnon...

and the stones split.

Actually, the children are killing her!

"Earth!" Die!

Look at that horrible thing!

Hate, hate...

my mother executed by my own hand.

I am not to blame either.

My hatred, like a roaring, burning flame,

killed my mother.

Brother!

Why does Apollo pursue me so much?

Why did he expel me from the Czech Republic?

Where should I go?

And I, who caused it, where should I go

? What dog, what person?

Are you looking at me?

M,

who will take me to the bridal bed?

You saw

how you knelt.

And she bent her knees?

Out of compassion,

she reached out her hand toward my face as if she wanted to caress it.

I almost dropped my dick.

Instead, I closed my eyes and hit.

I was there to help you.

I've been dating you.

Cover the body.

He will move his wounds under the veil.

You who were loved and invisible,

rest under this blanket.

She never was and never will be such a cursed

and unfortunate

family .