All language subtitles for Nad.Niemnem.(Zbigniew.Kuzminski.1986).1080p.WEB-DL rar

ON THE BANKS OF THE NIEMEN

Based on the novel
by Eliza Orzeszkowa

Screenplay

Starring

Music

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You're still weak after
that illness, uncle.

You should have stayed
home and kept recovering.

If God commands it, even
a fly will become a soldier.

And we have to go
to the grave-mound.

And then to Jan and Cecilia?

Too late...

Today, we'll only make it
as far as the grave-mound.

Merciful Lord, let them
rest in peace, forever.

I had an idea
while I was ill, Jan.

Let's build a fence here to
guard the grave-mound...

when you and I
have passed away.

After we're gone, no one
will take care of this grave.

Already today,
some want to forget it...

and others don't
even know about it.

Maybe no one's told
them about it, uncle.

Do you really
need to tell others...

what your native
land cries for?

How could I not remember
that January night?

Everybody went
to fight in the Uprising...

both the Korczynskis
and the Bohaterowiczes.

The former had hunting rifles,
and the latter had scythes.

They forged them in
that smithy over there.

I remember that January
night as if it were today...

even though it
was twenty years ago.

Oh, it's all so stupid.

Why should one remember
what is gone, never to return?

One should take
care of the present.

Do you hear that?

The church bell
for the noon mass.

Come, Justine.

Emily is probably complaining
that we're not back, yet.

She's likely to have a migraine
or choking fit if we don't go.

Martha and Justine!
Pray for us, Holy ladies!

I did pray! I prayed for God
to give you back some reason!

God! I hoped he would not
come around here, today.

I wish Mr. Rozyc
would invite him to dinner.

Are you worried
about your father?

I've understood
our position for a long time.

But I can't get used to it,
nor come to terms with it.

Oh, you're being melancholic,
and proud like a princess!

Maybe Zygmunt Korczynski
is still on your mind?

Tell me, do you still
think of that dawdler?

It still hurts?

No.

You'll climb a mountain.

I'll cross a valley.

You'll bloom like a rose.
You'll bloom like a rose.

I'll bloom like a lily.

Good morning ladies.

Good morning.

How come you
have so many girls?

I picked them up on
my way, like berries.

Thank you, miss.

You'll go by highway.
You'll go by highway.

I'll go across wickers.

You'll wash in water.
You'll wash in water.

I'll do so in my tears.

You'll wash in water.
You'll wash in water.

I'll do so in my tears.

A beautiful voice.
Who is he, auntie?

Jan Bohaterowicz.

Do you know
how that song ends?

Of course, you don't.

They're the last
ones who sing it.

Whoever comes by...

will read and say:

A couple embraced...

lies in this grave.

That's how it ends!

Mr. Rozyc can
confirm it.

Indeed. I noticed Miss
Justine's gorgeous hair.

Justine Orzelska,
Mr. Benedict's niece.

Does she live here?

Yes. Her father
went bankrupt.

His wife died, and they've
been with us ever since.

Justine is a good girl,
though a bit unconventional.

Her behavior is
quite distinctive.

I'm really at a loss about it.

Emily, don't get upset,
you'll get a fit.

I feel it coming, my dear.
Pass me my drops, please.

What about some air?
Shall I open the window?

Oh no, no.
I'm afraid of drafts.

I see.

Drink slowly, Emily.

I can rub some vinegar
on your temples.

Please do, my dear.

Then check if Martha
has returned from church.

I'm anxious about dinner.

I'm only going to have
some chicken soup, today.

But I'm not sure she remembered
to cook some for me.

Besides, we have such
nice visitors, today.

Miss Teresa, why the hurry?

Is the house on fire?

Emily is having a choking fit.

And we're having
guests at dinner, today.

Mr. Kirlo and Mr.
Rozyc have arrived.

Oh, what a scourge!

My respects, gentlemen.

Emily, the children
aren't back yet?

They should have
been here an hour ago.

I'm anxious, too.

And I feel
a migraine coming on.

You know, gentlemen,
our children, Witold and Leonia...

are coming back from school
for the holidays by train.

My husband, unfortunately,
did not find time...

to pick them up at the station.
He only sent a horse cab.

This good man is busy running
the farm even on Sunday.

Why yes, kind sir, there
is no holiday for me.

On the contrary, when
the farmers are off-duty

I have to watch that
they don't starve the cattle

or set the manor on fire.

Work isn't a misfortune,
it's a matter of effects.

If you repeatedly run into
the wall and believe...

that all your work is
done in vain, well then...

The prospects for the crops
are good this year?

Oh yes.
Quite good.

If the harvesting and
transport go well...

there will be
thousands to gain

from this fine Korczyn estate.
Thousands!

Do you know how much they paid
for one pound of grain last year?

My wife gives me no
say in the farm business.

What about you, sir?

Do you think that last
year's prices will go up?

Who can tell?

Besides, I don't know
the local market.

I'm a new arrival, here.

What about where
you come from?

Can the average owner
of two hectares, like me...

make a profit if he
does not squander money?

My good sir,
I come from Paris...

and in Paris, you know...

I know... in Paris...

I know.

Young lady, we might
accidentally run over a rock.

Then drive around them!

- I want to see the Niemen.
- Let young master Witold hold you.

If all people ate
dinner at home,

we'd be spared setting tables,
cooking, and dish washing.

Tell Emily she will
have her pigeon soup.

You've set the table for ten?

Are there more
people coming today?

Do you know who?

Two of your suitors.

You're always expecting them,
so they're coming at last.

There'll be three of them,
including Mr. Rozyc.

What? Mr. Rozyc?
A man of such property.

Though he eyed me
sort of strangely today.

All those men!

Tell me, Martha dear,
who else is coming?

The children are coming.

They should have
been here an hour ago...

but I won't serve
dinner until they are here.

What are you up to?

I wanted to make sure if it's
time to change for dinner, yet.

And smell what
you'll be eating!

Delicious dishes!

Go and change.

I have to kidnap you, Maestro.

Madame Emily is
having a choking fit.

Play a sonata for her.
Come on. Come on.

Leave me alone,
sir, leave me alone!

I'm in my robe!

Robe or no robe...

Ladies and Gentlemen, and
particularly our new neighbor...

please meet the most famous
musician in the neighborhood.

Excuse me... in Europe!

Please disregard his attire.
Artists always look like this.

He likes to play.

He's already played
away all his property...

but also risen to
mastery in return...

and now, he will
demonstrate it for you.

This is Mars.

He's a perfect watch dog,
retriever, and show jumper.

I've brought him so that you
can have even more fun!

Let's go, father.

She's superb.
Like Antigone.

The children are coming!

My dear ones!

Wipe the rest.

All right.

The children are coming!
The children!

My little dears!

Formidable!

If I only had
Zygmunt's talents...

This is a painting
waiting to happen.

It would impress
even those in Paris.

Paris.
A great city, great...

Even in a desert you may find
a woman who eclipses everything.

Oh, I see somebody
has caught your attention.

Shall I guess who?

You don't have
to perform for me.

Your jokes at
dinner were enough.

Madame Emily
needs entertainment.

And over dinner, I wasn't
only entertaining the ladies.

I was also looking around.

Miss Justine
noticed your glances.

Precisely why I
was glancing at her.

Tell me, what's she like?

I'm glad, very glad that you've
paid us a visit, brother-in-law.

Welcome. Welcome.

The doctor said you
must undergo treatment.

Don't talk to me
about doctors.

What do they know?

- We'll call the doctor.
- He'll examine you.

No!
I don't need any examination.

You see?

His lordship,
Sir Darzecki, has arrived.

The master is
asking about dinner.

Leave me alone.
You're getting in my way.

I regret this very much,
dear brother-in-law...

but I'm compelled to remind
you of my wife's dowry...

your sister's.
The one you've kept.

With your consent.
And with interest.

Which you pay
on a regular basis.

Yes, you are a man of honor.

I admit that
with great pleasure.

So perhaps the
arrangement could remain.

It cannot,
Mr. Benedict, it cannot.

It would be honorable for
me to let you use this sum...

but circumstances compel me
to ask you to pay it back.

What circumstances,
if I may ask?

Maybe annual
installments could do?

Unfortunately not.

My oldest daughter
is getting married.

Married?

Married into
a very good family...

and her dowry has
to be adequate.

Silverware, porcelain, cutlery.

These are the small
things, of course.

She also needs furniture,
a new carriage, a grand piano.

A grand piano?
In these times...

Dear brother-in-law.

It is I who is giving my
daughter away, not you.

I could raise a few
thousand rubles somehow...

but I won't raise a dozen
or so thousand at once.

So you'll have
to sell something.

Sell the woods across the
river and it should be enough.

Sell the woods? But the
grave-mound is there!

What grave-mound?

You don't remember?

My brother, Andrzej,
is buried there...

as well as those
who were with him.

It will be hard.

The woods are like a chapel,
a chapel in their name.

Sentimentality again.

It has done so much
damage to us already.

Yes, brother-in-law,
you're right in that.

As well as in other respects.

We should be aspiring
for a higher civilization...

and not looking back.

In this respect,
I admire your nephew.

You mean Zygmunt Korczynski?

Who else? He is a man
of talent, an artist.

He has brought life
into our company.

An artist.

It's a pity that he has no
talent for running the farm.

And I hear he
doesn't even paint.

And what should he paint here?

An artist needs
new experiences...

beauty, deep feelings...

and freedom.

Freedom?

What more does
he expect from life?

He has talent, property...

a young and pretty wife...

who doesn't see
the world beyond him.

Between us, it
seems that Zygmunt...

is already bored with her.

What do you expect?

An artist's
nature is variable.

It grows weary fast.

And you also call
this higher civilization?

We don't understand
each other.

It's time for me to go.

I thought that you
would stay for dinner.

Emily would be greatly
pleased, and I, well...

we could arrange
certain terms...

We have already arranged
everything, Mr. Benedict.

I can postpone the
deadline by one month.

Two months at the latest.

Come in!

I'm busy.
What do you want?

Milord, the Bohaterowiczes
have come to discuss...

the horse issue.
They wish to see you, sir.

We wish to discuss retribution
for the damage our horses

have reportedly
done to your grain.

Give them back to us,
because they have done no damage.

They trampled on my grain field.

They only rubbed
their hooves on it.

No. They moved in deep and
trampled down a lot of grain.

Plenty of damage
has been done.

A few ears of
corn at the most.

Please return the horses.
They're needed at the field.

Pay the damages, first.

We won't pay!

Yes, you will!

You can file a complaint
with the court.

We won't let you skin
us without a legal verdict.

I will file it!

I won't let you
rob me of my money!

We are no thieves, sir.

Nor have we ever been.

We shall sue you
for derogating us!

Do it! File it with the devil himself!
And get out!

Wait a second.
How are you called?

I mean... what are your names?

Fabian.

And you?

Anzelm Bohaterowicz.

Anzelm Bohaterowicz?

You'll be brought
to trial anyway!

Get out of here, now!

The late sir Andrzej
would not treat us this way.

My late brother
lived in a different time.

I'll sign off half the fine, but
you have to pay the other half.

We will pay nothing!
Sue us, as we will sue you...

for your derogative behavior!

If you want to have
this out in court, you shall!

Now get out of here!

The horse has gotten lame.
It's your fault.

- I'll knock it off your day's pay.
- But milord...

You'll all bring me to ruin!

Emily, I'm so tired,
I have to take a rest with you.

So am I. I'm tired
of the heat wave.

To hell with the heat wave.

Anyone can withstand
a physical discomfort.

All you need is peace.

And what's
disturbed your peace?

You always ask me
about it, and I answer you...

and then you ask me again.

Yes. I can't remember and
understand all your troubles.

But these matters are easy
to understand and remember.

I'm ill and left alone
in this house like a hermit.

It's better to live
alone in the wilderness...

than in the circumstances
that I have to grapple with.

Man was not born to
be a tyrant or cannibal.

What am I to do, when
the peasants hack at my woods...

and graze their
cattle on my grain?

You patch up one hole...

and another one
appears elsewhere.

Sometimes, I would like to be
more at ease, resting assured...

that you'll never
be short of bread.

Bread, bread, bread!

You can do without
your perfume and lingerie...

so why are you being
so ironical about bread?

I do without many things
which are for the soul...

as bread is for the body.

Why have you been
so indifferent to me...

for some time now, Emily?

Do you have
a grudge against me?

You've changed, Benedict.

You've gotten bogged down
in material business alone...

while renouncing
beauty and poetry.

Alright, we'll both get
bogged down in poetry...

while the bank
sells our estate.

And then, our family
will have to go begging.

We don't understand each other,
Benedict, and we never will.

We both live
in different worlds.

You're right.

We'll probably never
understand each other.

What can we do about it?

"Take this book in hand,
and go to the summerhouse.

Read it and remember.

Maybe you'll miss reading
these pages along with me.

Do you remember?
Do you?

Who would think of celebrating
a nameday in such heat?

My hands feel numb, and
I still have so much work to do.

The dough hasn't grown well...

and I don't know
how it will come out.

I'll be damned
if it's slack-baked.

Mr. Andrzej's wife
is a keen watcher.

Auntie, do you
think she will come?

She will. She will. And she'll
bring along her little Zygmunt.

He hasn't visited us since
his return from abroad...

and he hasn't
introduced his wife.

They say she's so young
and in love with him.

You once said you no longer
cared about that dawdler...

that you didn't
feel the pain anymore.

- Were you lying?
- Oh, no.

I don't want to
think about him or see him.

That is why I would
like to be excused...

from Emily's
nameday party tomorrow.

You won't get off playing ill,
because you're not sick.

So what am I supposed to do?

Laugh, talk, and don't
pay any attention to him.

As if he weren't there at all.

My husband and I asked
your wife, Mr. Boleslaw...

to visit us here
at least once a year.

I haven't seen my wife
recently, dear Madame...

but I assure you,
she will come.

I'll be very glad
to see my cousin.

Did you convey
her my greetings?

Not yet, because I've been
away from home for a week.

Zygmunt, my dear, if you
disappeared even for a few hours...

I would be mad with fear.

Does Kirlo not love his wife?

He needs diversions.

But you will never
change, will you?

You shall always love
your Clothilde, won't you?

I will.

Ladies and Gentlemen, please
follow me to the sitting room.

I was returning from
Munich through Vienna.

I wanted to see the city
and was not disappointed.

It's very beautiful.

You've spent quite a bit more
time there, haven't you?

Yes. Vienna was where
I felt most comfortable.

I favor that city above Rome,
London, or even Paris.

I guess that Paris
is vital for any artist.

If not for my mother, I would
have settled there long ago.

You must admit that
it is unpleasant to land...

in this barren wilderness after
seeing all those magnificent cities.

Well, well. You're here only a few weeks,
I've been here a few months.

And I can't figure out how
to go on living among all these...

barns, cow-sheds,
and so-called businesses.

At least you have
your talents, paints...

and brushes to
pass away the time.

By the way, what
are you working on now?

Work? Here?

Where could I find
inspiration here?

In a willow? A pear-tree?
Or maybe a cabbage field?

Were you talking
about vegetable crops?

I thought I heard
the work 'cabbage'.

Indeed, Mr. Witold, we
were talking about cabbage.

Vegetable crops are vital.

Are they?

Of course.

What reforms and new
systems are you planning...

to introduce
in your estate?

I heard it fell into neglect
while you were away.

Reforms in my estate.
I haven't thought about it, yet.

And you, Zygmunt?

Let's listen to the music now.

It's uncivil to talk
at such a moment.

Good afternoon, everybody.

My wife, Mary.

Every hour is important
before the harvest.

One must take
care of everything.

Yes, yes.

Therefore, we are all
the more grateful, madam.

It's good that you've ventured
from home at least this time.

My Mary is such a home-bird,
she can't be drawn away

from the children
and the household.

I am very pleased,
dear cousin, very pleased.

You promised to come
and visit us at Olszynka...

and I've been
waiting in vain.

Now I will come for sure.

Greetings.

Welcome. Welcome.

My dear cousin, do you
know Miss Orzelska well?

I do.
Why do you ask?

I like how she
played very much.

Does she frequent your home?

I have no piano.

But she does pay you visits?

She does sometimes.

Good, very good.

I would like you to arrange
for us to meet at your house...

as if by accident.

You see, I cannot visit here
as frequently as I would like to.

Well, I never!

Mary dear...

What do you want?

I want to see that young lady.

Meet her in Vienna.

If you intend to flirt
with that young girl...

you will not meet
her at my home.

It's parochialism,
cousin, parochialism.

Being ordinarily parochial
would do you good.

Maybe, but the point
in question is different.

How different?

You see, Miss Justine
has enchanted me.

Will you invite her?

I can invite you, but alone.

Come whenever you wish.

Since everyone is
thanking the violinist...

I wish to thank
the pianist.

I sent you a book and letter.
Did you read it?

I know these poems.

I meant the letter.
Will there be an answer?

No.

I don't believe you.
I'm expecting an answer.

What for?

To know whether you hold
a grudge against me

and will continue to avoid me.

Are you not jealous?

About what?
About whom?

So you don't know?
She is your husband's first love.

And you know the saying:

On revient toujours...

à ses premiers amours.

I know very well
about this 'first love'.

Everyone keeps
telling me about it.

But you certainly
know this Polish saying:

First cats...

go to the rats.

Tell me, Justine, will
you always despise me?

No. No.
It's different.

Can I have some hope then?
Justine. Justine.

You cannot.

It's so beautiful outside...

it would be a sin
to sit around here all day.

Justine.

Bring me my shawl
and umbrella, dear.

You know how
I shun the sunshine.

Let me help you.

Please.

I forgot my hat.

Justine, have you forgotten
the past, our past?

Will you not be
my friend... sister... again?

Go away! What do
you expect me to do?

Am I to continue
as your plaything?

Enough.

I won't go away.

I need your friendship,
your heart, and your soul!

Soul! Do you think
I am the same child...

who once believed your
beautiful poetic words?

I'll say them again.

And you will lie again, because
now you can only offer a lie.

No, the most
faithful friendship!

No... No...

You know very well what
name society gives all this.

And my soul shall
never accept this.

My regards, young lady.

Have you lost your way?

Do you need help?

No, thank you.
I'm taking a walk.

I don't know how
I've walked so far.

You just followed the road.
No problem.

I can show you
a shortcut, over there.

I'll guide you,
if you don't mind.

Are you Jan Bohaterowicz?

Sure.
How do you know?

It's the second time
that I've seen you around.

The first time was when...

my aunt and I were
returning from church.

She told me about your
father and your uncle.

Uncle Anzelm. He used to know
madam Martha quite well...

because he was a frequent
visitor at the manor.

My father took me to the Korczyn
manor sometimes.

But I haven't been
there since his death.

Over the clover?

Why not.

To prepare a wheat crop?

You seem to know
farming, young lady.

A little. Sometimes
I watch the ploughmen.

Field work is always so hard.

For me, ploughing
one acre is a piece of cake.

You like to walk, don't you?

I heard there's
a grand ball at the manor.

Aunt Emily's nameday.

I didn't enjoy it, so
I came across the field.

I know you don't find the
manor enjoyable all the time.

Sometimes it
shows on your face.

On my face?

Yes. Sometimes I can
see your face from afar.

Forgive my audacity.

Don't worry about it.

I watch you sometimes,
but you don't realize it...

and I have different thoughts.

Don't worry.

There are good and
bad people in the world.

The worst that a man
can do is nothing...

but ponder over his woes.

True. But what if
there's nothing to do?

That can't be!

Everyone has
something in this life.

My father said that...

Do you remember him?

Sure. I was eight
when he died.

I've never been
closer to anybody.

Is your mother alive?

She is, thank God.

Truth be told,
uncle Anzelm was...

both a father
and a mother to me.

Now, things have
changed for the better...

and my only concerns
are my unfulfilled dreams.

What dreams?

I've several.

Including those that
can never come true.

But let's not think of sad
things on such a fine day.

I'll show you the road.

Have you finished
your work for today?

I don't want to disturb you.

I'm done.

It seems you've plenty of time
since you're moving so slowly.

What have you got there,
Miss Jadwiga?

Forage for the cattle.
Can't you see?

Maybe you're
suffering from sunstroke.

You may be right,
Miss, you may be right.

Anyway, I can't figure out
why you never visit us.

We don't live in some
remote back-water.

My granddad has
been expecting you.

Who was that?

Miss Domuntowa.
The wealthiest actress around.

Actress?

Oh, I see. You don't
know our little sayings.

Around here, an actress
is the same as a successor.

Miss Domuntowa's
grandfather had a daughter...

whom he gave
to Domunt as a wife.

The daughter
and son-in-law died...

leaving him a granddaughter.

So she's going to
inherit the family property.

That's some dowry.

And some beauty.

I wouldn't say so...

but she knows hard work...

and has the heart
to nurse her grandfather.

Last year, she reaped
and plowed all by herself.

So my uncle
told me to help her...

out of respect
for old man Jacob.

He also developed an idea
that I would be her...

Well, this is the place.

Thank you very much.

I'll find my way from here.
That way, right?

Yes. But maybe you'd like
me to walk you back.

To protect you from
some unforeseen critters.

I'll leave the horses at
my house... not far from here.

All right.

It's beautiful here.

Beautiful farm house.
Is it yours?

I share it with uncle Anzelm.

Come inside,
if you don't mind.

Uncle will be
more than pleased.

Uncle, this is
Miss Justine from Korczyn.

Come greet her, uncle.

From Korczyn?

Why? What for?
For what reason?

She needs a rest.

Attend to her yourself,
if you've brought her here.

Why me?

I have to unhitch the horses,
uncle. Please.

I am Anzelm Bohaterowicz.

Good afternoon.

I apologize for my hat,
but I fear catching a cold.

I wanted to have
a closer look at this place.

It really is beautiful.

Thank you.

And Mister Jan
invited me to come.

Sit down, please.

Am I disturbing you?

I did not expect anybody
from the Korczyn estate...

to do me honor and
visit my impoverished home.

How is Martha doing?

She talks about
you quite a bit.

That cannot be.
You are too kind.

It's been so many years.

I see her in the church
from time to time.

She's changed.

She is working hard,
helping uncle Benedict.

She was so fearful
of hard work.

She could not help it, though.

The morning saw a rising star,
the evening an aging sun.

You were ill?

Who told you that?

It couldn't have
been Mr. Korczynski.

This is a fairly large house,
and so is the orchard.

We owe it to our work.

All of these are
transient things.

I've seen plenty of jobs
which have turned to nothing.

I've seen plenty
of poisoned hopes.

Everything passes away like
water, like a withering leaf.

Now, at my old age,
I am almost reconciled...

with everything, and
I enjoy such small things...

like that orchard.
It's our nest.

That is why we cling to it.

Like Uncle Benedict with Korczyn.
Like an eagle over his nest.

I know.

That's Antolka. Every
house needs a woman's touch.

Good afternoon to you.

I've come
to borrow some water.

And how will you take
the water? In your hands?

Quite right, I won't.

I've just come to see
the young lady from Korczyn.

This is Elizabeth Bohaterowicz...

the most frivolous
young lady around.

Quite right. Surely you weren't sad
yourself when you were young.

But an engaged lady
should behave more seriously.

Betty, what are
you doing here?

Don't you have
some work to do?

I would also like to welcome
uncle Anzelm's guest.

It's been a long time
since Korczyn people...

last crossed our doorstep.

What would Mister
Korczynski say if he knew...

his niece was visiting
the homes of his biggest foes?

We are not anyone's enemies.

Can't you hold
your tongue, Fabian?

Don't you have
a grudge, Anzelm?

Don't you remember
how he called us thieves?

What I remember against
him, you and your sons...

would not be able to shoulder.

May Mister Korczynski
be in good health...

for years to come.

I haven't cursed him,
and I never will.

You always pretend as if you're
pals with God, or something.

But Mister Korczynski's niece's
presence won't prevent me from saying

that I pressed for a legal suit
over the pasture. And I found the lawyer.

I'll never forgive this.

Quiet, Fabian!

Why? Can't I
speak my mind?

Hold your tongue, Fabian...

there is a lady present.

What did I say that was wrong?

Stupid things.
We'd better go.

If I said something wrong,
I'm sorry. Goodbye.

Don't pay any
attention to him.

The pasture has
never been ours...

and is rightfully claimed
by Mister Korczynski.

Fabian is a rash man.

Forgive him.

And forget what he said.

This is the road to Korczyn.

We have to finish
the Cross, over there.

Have you ever been to
the grave of Jan and Cecily?

No.

Of course.

Why should the lordship care?

Take me there with you.

Of course.

Uncle, tell her everything
about Jan and Cecily, will you?

Time is short.

It won't be good if we
fail to finish the Cross by fall.

We have to erect a new one...

because Jan and Cecily
were our ancestors.

They built the windmills
and the beehives...

stubbed the land and
turned it into fertile soil...

adding to the prosperity
of the homeland.

When King Sigismund Augustus,
the last of the Jagiellonians...

came here hunting, he saw
the prosperous settlement...

and knighted the offspring
of Jan and Cecily...

and conferred on them
the name Bohaterowicz...

because they had conquered
the forest in a heroic manner...

That was the
beginning of our clan.

And that is why
we stick to this land...

even though the knighthood
has been taken away from us.

But enough of that.

But we're all the same.

It doesn't matter whether
you're a nobleman or a peasant.

To be human is what matters.
That's all.

Thank you.

All right, all right.

And whoever comes
here will know...

that a united couple
lies in this grave.

Open up, auntie.
Please, open up.

I'll embroider your slippers
for you, just open up first.

What's going on here, Leonia?

Justine.
Is the doctor gone, yet?

Yes, just a moment ago.
What are you doing in there?

I had to lock
myself in the pantry.

Auntie is scared of
the doctor, that's why.

My little dear, don't talk to me
of any doctor. Go now.

What about you?
Where have you been?

Guess, auntie.

At the Bohaterowiczes?

Yes.

What for?

I just followed the track.

The track? Did you
pick these flowers?

No. I got them from
Jan Bohaterowicz.

They have a beautiful smell.
I'll put them in water.

Justine?

What, auntie?

Why do you think,
my dear, that God...

gives some people hearts,
and others stones?

You have a heart, because
you're a lady.

He has a stone, because
he's a peasant?

Play with the stone a little...

out of boredom or melancholy.

Until some young lord turns up.

Why do you say such things?

What young lord
am I waiting for?

What about that bland Rozyc?

I saw how he stared
at you. I saw it well.

And you're not blind, either.

Auntie!

Good heavens!
Teofil is coming!

Rose, take all
this away. Quick!

Very well, madam.

Jesus Christ!

Take it out of sight! Quick!

Take it all!

Yes, madam!

Quick, quick!

My respects.

What a surprise!

Welcome, cousin.

I am very pleased.

At last, you will
taste my preserves.

It's a big joy to see
you at last, cousin.

I hope I am not
disturbing you.

Not at all.
Please, come inside.

I have to take care of
everything, so it's a hard job.

I'm sorry about this mess.

Come to the porch.
The air there is so fresh.

I'm not complaining.

Boleslaw simply has no
knack for running a house...

so I have to
handle it myself.

And doing very well at it.

But I would like to touch upon
a different subject, cousin.

It's Miss Orzelska.

Is that girl so
interesting to you?

Leave her in peace, Teofil.

She is pretty, but you must have
seen thousands of prettier ones...

in London, Paris, and Vienna.

So what do you want?
She's not a flirt.

That's just it!

She's turned very serious
since your business affair...

with Zygmunt Korczynski.

She doesn't indulge in excesses...

Exactly!

You men-of-the-world are
used to different women.

You're right, cousin,
but you forget one thing.

What?

That such unblemished
people as yourself...

have no grasp
of these matters.

Only we good-for-nothing
men know what we feel...

for that special woman.

We have instinct that tells us
she is the only one for us...

and no other girl will do.

Do you understand?

Teofil!

I hope you won't blush.

In this strange land,
you're all so...

- Old-fashioned.
- Exactly! - Don't worry.

You can say anything to such
an old-fashioned lady like me.

Which means?

What do you want from Justine?

You're right in saying that
I've known prettier women...

but there is something special
in Justine's eyes and movements.

You may not see it,
but I assure you...

that Miss Orzelska has
plenty of temperament.

Passons!
What else?

Well, I'm fed up with
chatterboxes, hysterical women...

as well as genuine
and fake countesses.

Besides,
'toujours des perdrix'...

has never been my motto.

I've become captivated by
the health of body and soul.

This is what Miss Orzelska has.

But one cannot hurry her.

I see. That's why you
should listen to my advice.

If this depression
of yours disappears...

while you're in Justine's
presence, then marry her.

What?
What did you say?

Marry Miss Orzelska.

An excellent idea, cousin.
Perfect.

It proves your
heart's goodness...

and your total
ignorance of the world.

It's possible to love
such amphibian ladies...

as Miss Orzelska,
but never marry them.

Amphibian? You compare
women to frogs?

Just think, Mary.

She was born well-off,
and not very well-off.

She's educated,
and not educated.

She's poor, and not poor.

One simply has no idea.

If I introduce her to
my aunt, the duchess...

she would die
of spasmic shock.

Besides,
Miss Orzelska's French is...

entre nous, weak.

Marriage would be quite
a surprise to the world.

No, it's inconceivable!

So why do you go to Korczyn?

Because I find this
surprise emotion in me...

invigorating and exciting.

It appeared right when I
began to doubt life's pleasures.

Where's the end of all this?

I'm not enough
of a philosopher...

to contemplate the end.

Advienne ce qui pourra!

Each moment of pleasure
is worth the stakes.

Nothing will come
of this, Teofil.

Justine will not allow
herself to be seduced.

Are you sure?

More than sure, I'll
talk you into marrying her...

and I'll succeed. Ce que la
femme veut, Dieu le veut.

I wanted to come earlier,
but I was afraid.

People say that...

That I'm a strange recluse,
don't they?

Yes.

I became sad at one point in
my life, and I've stayed sad.

It's true.

- Raftsmen!
- Raftsmen.

I haven't seen them
for two years.

Is it hard at school?

No. But I'd like to finish it
and finally get to work.

There's plenty to
do around here.

The water supply, for example.

People say you've advised
that some wells should be dug...

and a mill built to
eliminate quern-stones.

I think this is good, but
I wonder how such ideas...

could originate from
the son of Korczynski...

who has always been
so indifferent to us?

Don't say anything against
my father in my presence!

My father is...

Forgive me, please.

But Mr. Korczynski was
different at one time.

So was Andrzej, your uncle.

Nobody remembers him,
even by a single word.

You didn't know Mr. Andrzej
because you were born after he died.

Things were different, then.

People were like brothers.
And now...

Now we live in grim confusion
like scattered beans.

Each grain is separate and
rots without yielding a crop.

Have you begun to doubt
good, Mr. Anzelm?

Things go by
like those raftsmen.

They wither away like leaves.

Yes, I have my doubts.

But when I see
how my Jan grows...

- and how you, Witold, grow...
- Yes?

I think that, just as young trees
do good for a new forest...

you'll do good, too,
when you take up...

the work which
was interrupted.

We shall.

First, where the
problems are biggest...

and the human
wrongs most severe.

People live in humiliation and
are denied what they earn.

But we shall change
this, Mr. Anzelm.

We shall reunite
with the peasant folk...

because only this can equip
the nation for struggle.

I never expected to
hear such words again.

You are like your uncle.
Just like your uncle!

Do you know the
other name for it?

Male stability.

Or female frailty.

Will you really go to the
grave-mound tomorrow?

It's a shame you
haven't been there, yet.

I will, if the weather's good.

It'll be good.

Rise early,
when it's still cool.

Shall we meet by
the river at nine?

It won't be so
simple, but I'll try.

But the smile of King Sun
told me that I would soon...

be the star in his court.
I was swept by divine feelings.

I felt I was in a paradise
of greatness, brilliance...

elegance, and pleasure.

To be a star of such magnitude
at the court of such a King!

Oh, such a life...
It's even hard to imagine.

To have fun, to shine!

To be loved!

Oh, yes! To be loved by
Margrave de Crequy.

How they must have
loved those exquisite...

refined, and poetic people.

I think I would feel all
right in their company.

I could dance and enjoy life.

How unfair the division of
happiness is among people.

Oh, it's you.

I wanted to say goodnight.
I hope you'll sleep well.

Has Witold come to see you?

Not yet.

He disappears for the
whole day without a word.

It's very improper.

Martha said he would go
fishing, or to see Anzelm.

Fool.

Boating with fishermen
on the river...

visiting peasants,
and never here at home.

It used to be different once.

Maybe you've ceased
understanding him, like me?

I've ceased understanding
my own son?

Come on, Emily.

I'll go look in the stables.
Good night.

Good night.

Justine also went to
the Bohaterowiczes.

I don't know what for?

Would you really like to know?

Read on, Teresa.

They all had their eyes
directed at me...

and I saw
admiration in them.

What if the folks start
gossiping about her?

Who?
The countess?

No. Our Justine.
That Mister Rozyc...

What about him?

Maybe he came to
Korczyn just for her.

He always stares at her.
Such a look...

What? Mr. Rozyc
for Justine?

You're being
ridiculous, Teresa.

Read on, please.

- Are you comfortable?
- Just great.

It's beautiful here.

You've never been
on the Niemen river?

No.

Inconceivable.

To live here and
not know the river!

I agree. I'm all the
more grateful to you.

You're grateful to me?

Yes.

I'm the one who's
grateful, because I...

Look, there's the strip of
sand beyond the trees.

From here, it's only two
miles to the grave-mound.

This place is very
important to me.

This is where I saw my
father for the last time.

All of it is still in my mind,
like it was yesterday.

It will be, forever.

People assembled along
the banks of the river.

The cold was bitter.

Mother took me along.
I was eight then.

I remember everything.

Mr. Andrzej Korczynski's
wife stood by our side.

As if we were equal.

At that time,
we were all equal.

It didn't matter, whether
you were a peasant or a lord.

Everyone came
across the river.

I also remember Miss Martha...

as she hung a gorget
on Anzelm's neck.

They looked in each other's
eyes for a long time.

And then uncle Anzelm and
my father came to say goodbye.

Father embraced me
so strongly that it hurt.

He kissed me a thousand times.

I felt like crying, but I didn't
want him to see the tears.

Finally,
the cavalry moved out...

and the scythe-wielding
peasants followed.

That was it.
In this forest.

Now they are buried here,
in this grave-mound.

How many?

Forty.

Leaves are falling down.

What has grown
freely on the grave...

is now singing.

There was no good
luck for you, Poland.

It was only your dream,
and your children...

are lying in graves.

And your children
are lying in graves.

Please accept my genuine
respects and friendship.

Thank you, but
I don't understand.

Perhaps soon,
I will tell you more.

If you're just
playing games with me...

I have never
been more serious.

Forgive me.
Auntie is in the boudoir.

It's hard to believe.

The owner of such
a fortune, Mr. Rozyc?

He is quite desperate
and lamenting...

over the ruin of his health
and the waste of his life.

My wife told him:

"If Justine relieves you
of your depression, marry her."

You know how straightforward
Mary can be.

And very bold.

Yesterday, she arrived at
the Wolowszczyzna estate...

What kind of mood
did she come back in?

In a joyous mood.

She expects you to keep it a secret.

Of course. A disappointment
could be all too painful.

I still suspect that he
will not propose to her.

Teofil Rozyc and
Justine Orzelska.

I wish Justine
all the best luck...

but things like this
do not happen.

Hold it.

Who's field is that, Joseph?

Mr. Korczynski's?

He can afford a harvesting machine
that can do the job of ten men.

Women follow in its wake
and pick the crops.

So whose is it?

It belongs to
the Bohaterowiczes.

Turn back.

Aren't we going to Korczyn?

Turn back!

They jeer that I have
a third husband.

But am I to blame
for God's decrees?

When Jan's father, Jerzy, died
in battle, I married Jasmont.

For the dead would not
like to see the living

pass their lives in sorrow.

One life rises,
another sets down.

Sorrow bears no fruit.

With Jasmont, I gave
birth to Antolka.

And after Jasmont died,
I married Starzynski.

But he already
had seven children.

There was not enough room
so I entrusted Antolka and Anzelm to Jan.

Jan was a good
brother to her...

carried her in his arms,
didn't he, Antolka?

He did, Mother. There are
no other brothers like him.

You see?

Mrs. Starzynska
is like a cuckoo.

She has two children,
Jan and Antolka

but she hasn't raised either.

That's none of your business.

Better make sure your
Betty finds a husband...

or my Antolka will
beat her to it.

Quite right.
But she won't manage,

because my wedding
has already been set.

It's after the harvest.
I'll send you an invitation.

Me?

Did you hear? Betty's
wedding is after the harvest.

What about your Jan?

Do you want him to
remain single until old age?

Or maybe he has
no skill with women?

My Jan? Just take
a good look around.

Can't you see how Miss
Domuntowa chases after him?

You can be caught up
with only on horseback.

But you've managed.

We'll see how
the loaded carts go.

Yes, we will.

It's a great joy for me
to see you here.

Is it all right?

Sure. He will work faster.

I saw him smile at your sight,
while he's been sad all day.

I even know why. He is almost
thirty and still without love.

It's time he got married.

He and Jadwiga Domuntowa

have been close since
childhood, and any day now

Anzelm will give
them his blessing.

The girl is fit for him, beautiful,
honest, and hard-working.

She will inherit the entire
estate from her grandfather.

They say it is worth
five thousand rubles.

Mother!

It is true!

Her grandfather will
also bless them.

And I will, too.

Stop it, Mother!

Look how shy he has become.

He won't even let me
mention the marriage.

Anyway, his time must come.

And what if it doesn't?

Nobody's ever forced
me to do anything.

Life will force you,
son. Life will.

Come on, get working.

Forgive my mother, Miss.
She seldom sees me

so she can't know
everything about me.

But she wants you to be happy.

True, Miss. But he
doesn't understand this.

What I understand, Mother,
I cannot tell you, yet.

It's Jadwiga singing for my Jan.
Now he should respond.

You said we would
see who's better.

Show me if you can
ride as well as you sing.

Why are you so sad now?
What's the matter?

Actually, I don't know
why I've come here,

what I'm doing here among you.

I just stand and
watch people work.

I'd go back home, but
there's nothing to do there, either.

If that's the problem,
join us and try this, dear.

Antolka, come here and
show the lady how to do this.

Here, little dear.

Not like that, Miss,
let me show you.

Try it like that.

That's better.

Mr. Rozyc would
like to say goodbye.

Already? I was hoping you
would stay for some tea.

I would be honored if we could
postpone it until my next visit.

Teofil is in a hurry, because the
land steward's waiting for him.

Are you planning to put
your whole estate in order?

That's good, it means
you're staying in the country.

Yes, that is, if
everything turns out.

I'll be able to stay in
Osowce more frequently.

Goodbye.

- It's been a pleasure.
- The pleasure is mine.

Goodbye.

Mr. Rozyc is becoming boring.
He first toyed with the dancers...

Zygmunt!

He did. He wasted
over half a million rubles

but now he's
straightening his act.

'Mr. Zygmunt, this is our place, '
he says.

Isn't it?

Mother... Not you...

Don't start...
right?

If Mr. Rozyc
can understand it

maybe you will too, someday.

Something has changed Teofil

or maybe someone

but he'll get over it,
soon enough.

For sure!

He calls his room a "cell".

He's opened his window,
and eaten some bread

so he'll get better soon.

He wouldn't react if you
shot a rifle above his head.

Shouting at him doesn't help.

He's got some type of...
spiritual illness.

He just needs
some time to himself.

Let's go.

How are you, Miss?

You've got to turn this
round and round.

Give it a try.

Don't be shy.

It's hard.

Your hands aren't used to it.

Show her around.

Very nice place.
I love bright rooms.

Have a seat.

Fabianowa would like to invite you
to be the bride's maid at the wedding.

And who will be the best man?

Kazimierz Jasmond.

Will you agree?

To tell you the truth,
I'm not sure.

A bride's maid
such as yourself

would liven up
the whole wedding.

You came all the way from
the Korczyn manor, didn't you, Miss?

They're going to ask
Mr. Witold, too.

Fresh and sweet.
Jan got it yesterday.

I got stung by a bee.

Is it just my imagination?

Or did I really hear
Miss Justine's voice?

It's bad luck to greet each
other through the door.

Something bad could
happen between us.

And I don't wish to be
on your bad side, Miss.

Hello.

She was at the field...

She went to the
grave-mound with Jan...

That's great news.

Witold...
Oh, it's you.

Have you seen Witold?

Yes, uncle... He's
fishing with the fishermen.

Fishing with the fishermen,
and never home.

Good night, uncle.

Good night.

You're finally here. Coming back
from a midnight walk?

Congratulations...
although I can't say I'm jealous.

I thought you were sleeping.

That's why you
snuck in so quietly.

I like being in bed
because I'm old...

and you like walking
because you're young.

You didn't bring
a broom with you?

Nothing's changed.
What were you doing?

I saw how you
were getting ready.

I was sure you were expecting
a visit from an eligible bachelor...

and then you disappeared
for the whole evening.

Where were you?
Did you go there again?

You can't have it both ways.

By hanging around peasants,
you can lose your prince.

Why do you say these
things to me, Auntie?

Kirlowa stopped
by for two hours.

She asked where you were,
if you were happier...

She talked about
Zygmunt Korczynski.

Zygmunt?

Yes.

She's playing matchmaker. She wants
to know if you're still interested.

Auntie...

Don't interrupt!

I told her you had
gotten over him long ago.

And then she started to
talk about her cousin, Rozyc.

She kept asking
where you were.

You could have told her.

Why?

Kirlowa wanted to save him
from prostitutes and bankruptcy...

and to have you
settle at Woloszczyzna.

So let her do what she wants.

Who, me?

You know the answer.

Well, now you
can go to sleep...

and dream of
reigning in a palace.

Aren't you happy?

Aren't you?

You're thinking about it,
aren't you?

What about you?

Why didn't you marry him?

Me?
Marry whom?

Anzelm Bohaterowicz.

Me... his wife...
he told you about us?

- He remembers me?
- Yes, he does.

What did he tell you?

About your youth.

Why didn't you, Auntie?

You want to know why
I refused to marry him?

You probably think this is
some really interesting story...

filled with tragedies.

Mr. Anzelm said you
were afraid of work.

It's good he doesn't
know the whole truth.

I was...

more afraid of human
laughter than of field work.

Human laughter?

Sure. Everyone back then
was running around...

talking of equality,
hugging each other.

The lords
drove peasants around and said:

'Love me, if only a little...

and call me
by my first name.'

But when the fire died down
after all the blood was shed...

the lords were once again
separate from the peasants.

Everyone who
looked at me said:

"Martha's found herself
a nice bachelor."

"He drives cow shit
out of the fields...

and probably really
stinks because of it.'

'Does Miss Martha
like that smell?'

I was so embarrassed.

At night, I cried and
thought about him.

During the day, I mocked him
in the company of others.

Benedict was the only one
who didn't mock Anzelm...

because he wouldn't
forget so quickly...

that his brother Andrzej was
lying in the grave-mound...

beside Anzelm's brother.

I saw the grave-mound, Auntie.

With him?
With Anzelm?

No, with Jan.
Anzelm wasn't feeling well.

That poor man...

Maybe you're
in a worst situation?

Me? No.

I'm happy.

I deserve some honor for
not working with cow shit...

for not living my life, and for
saving myself from mockery.

Some honor...

You're really sick, Auntie.

Why don't you let the
doctor examine you?

Stop it with those doctors!
Go to sleep! Good night!

Good morning, Miss.

Why are you so sad today?

Just because someone
doesn't paint you anymore...

does that mean
they're bad?

He knows that you love him...

you just don't know
whether you're loved.

Someone is being a bit
capricious and bored...

and as far as feelings
are concerned...

mine are much
stronger and heart-felt.

You're bothering
me, Clothilde.

So now you're talking?

You know that I love it
when you're close to me.

What are you reading?

Leopard's poems,
and what did you bring?

Alfred Mise.

From your library.
It just came from Korczyn.

How did it get there?

I lent it to aunt Emily,
or maybe Teresa.

Or maybe someone else?

Yes, Miss Martha.
Give it back.

If you want to read,
pick something for yourself.

Did you hear someone is very
interested in Miss Orzelska?

I heard he's going
to propose soon.

Who?

Mister Rozyc.

Rozyc? He won't marry,
and never with Justine.

Of course. Mister Kirlo
said that his wife...

is trying to arrange
such a marriage...

and that it's only
a matter of time...

before Mister Rozyc
agrees to it.

Impossible!

He was here an hour ago,
he didn't say anything.

Was he supposed
to tell you? Was he?

Yes?

Get the horses ready!

Yes sir.

Are you leaving?

I have to.

- Where to?
- To Korczyn.

- Zygmunt?
- Que veux-tu, cher enfant?

Don't go, please.

Why? I have to talk
to uncle Benedict.

Take me with you.

Why?

We're going to talk business.
It'll be boring.

You? About business?

Please stay!

Don't worry.
I'll be back.

He left to see her!

Where did Mister Zygmunt go?

To Korczyn, dear lady.

When he comes back...

tell him to come
see me right away.

Of course.

Good day to you.

- Is something wrong?
- Not at all.

I was in the neighborhood.

That's great. I've
been having a good day.

I just received
a letter from my lawyer...

concerning the suit
with the Bohaterowiczes.

What's the suit about?

Don't you know?
Their horses trampled my grain.

The ruling in in my favor,
they'll have to pay me 1000 rubles.

That's a lot of money
for them, isn't it?

And not for me?

If they don't have the money,
there'll be an auction.

They have cows, horses.

That will teach them
a lesson about honesty.

I'm writing the court
a letter about all this.

So I'm disturbing you,
aren't I?

The mail leaves town in the evening,

so I'll send a messenger.

Go see the women. When I finish
writing the letter, we can talk.

What brings you here?

Inhospitality.

You're not going
to ask me to sit down?

Have a seat, please.

Pretty neat little painting.

You came all the way
from Osowiec to tell me this?

You know why I came.

You sent me back
the book with no answer.

So what? Were you
really expecting one?

Yes. I also wanted to ask
you another question.

Yes?

I heard that Teofil Rozyc
wants to marry you?

If he proposes,
will you accept?

What right
do you have, cousin...

to ask me
such questions?

Don't you understand?
Or are you just pretending?

By the right of love.

Have you already forgotten?

Leave.

Please, I'm asking
you to leave.

You're asking me to leave
because you're afraid...

afraid of yourself,
because you have nothing...

to fear from me.

I wish you would
be my friend once again...

and trust me.

That's all I want from you.

You're very generous, cousin...

but I'm not afraid
of you or myself.

Everything we had is gone.

I don't believe that!
You loved me!

I did.

I still loved you when
you came back married.

And I ran away when you came,
because I knew the feeling would return.

- Justine...
- And then,

at Emily's nameday...

you came over to me...

and I saw the tears
in your wife's eyes.

She hasn't done
anything to me...

and I saw her
crying because of me.

I don't want anyone
to cry because of me.

You can make Clothilde happy
with just one nice gesture.

With only a word.
Leave that to me.

I don't understand.

Are you offering me
a place in this love triangle?

Don't call it that.

I think everything
inside me has died out.

I have no motivation
towards life anymore.

I can't create anymore.

Come live with me in Osowiec,
and cure my loneliness.

We will be inseparable...

and nothing in this
wretched world will matter.

At Osowiec?

What are you proposing?
By what right?

By the right of love.
It allows me to.

Don't call it that.

And let's end
this conversation.

If I still loved you, I would
have stopped loving you...

after this...
after your proposition.

So you'd rather have
the Woloszczyzna estate?

You'd rather have
Rozyc and his millions?

Maybe!

Leave now, will you?

Leave!

You wanted to see me, Mother?

Is something wrong?

Clothilde came to see me.

You made her very sad
by going to Korczyn.

I had to talk
with uncle Benedict...

and on my way back
I came to a conclusion.

A very important conclusion.

I'm wasting away here.

Because of you.

Because of me?

Yes.

You raised me among
beautiful and noble things.

You destined me for
very unusual tasks.

You sent me out into
the world, and now...

What now?

As I've said before,
I'm wasting away.

It's impossible for me to stay
on this one patch of land...

after all the different
trips I've been on.

I can't be among these
stables, these cattle...

and that awful land
steward who keeps rambling...

about the property.

I can't be among these
ordinary neighbors.

Everyone here is whining
about something or someone...

remembering something.
Everyone here has problems.

They're afraid, whence all this
grimness and depression.

Qui me monte à la gorge!

And it's choking me like aunt
Emily's sickness chokes her.

And over there...

Over there,
even the sky is different.

People are calm, happy.

Where is 'over there'?

Outside this country,
in Europe.

Let's leave here, Mother.

Let's sell the estate
and just leave.

I'll never do that.

Why, Mother? Why?

Exactly because
of what you said.

Everyone here remembers
something or someone.

And I do, too.

That's just
excessive idealism.

You drown in perpetual sadness
and drag others with you.

You're also an idealist!

Of course.

But my idealism is my belief,
yours is in the past.

I can't forget about it.

Don't forget. But
let's leave this place.

Because all idealism here
eventually turns to bitterness.

I'm going to die in this dreary
country, Mother. Let's leave.

No. This is our country.
This is your home.

You brought your wife here.
Your children should be born here.

God...
My wife, my children.

I don't understand
you, Zygmunt.

Don't you love, Clothilde?

Of course,
I'm very attached to her,

But... she's not enough...

she hasn't met my vital needs,
and that sensitivity of hers!

Her constant yapping!

Come here, son.

And sit down.

You can tell me anything,
son, so tell me the truth.

Do you love someone else?

Don't try to deny it, because
there's a great possibility...

that we've both
committed grave mistakes.

I, by fighting your
youthful emotions...

and you, by succumbing
to them much too quickly.

Tell me, then...

because I feel a great weight
on my conscience.

Would you be happy
if you married Justine?

Justine?

You were at Korczyn to see her.
Tell me. Would you be happy?

I doubt it very much.

I'm very disappointed
with Justine.

She's cold and pretends to
be some sort of philosopher...

but all in all,
she's just a simpleton.

She's not suitable
for our company...

I don't know
what Rozyc is thinking.

So you're just mad
that she rejected you...

and that's why
you want to leave.

That means you never
loved Justine or Clothilde...

and that you
only love yourself.

I once hoped that here,
among your family...

and in your homeland...

Let's stop arguing, Mother!

If you refuse to sell the
Osowiec estate and leave...

then let's end this
conversation now...

because it's painful
for both of us.

I haven't had a painful moment
since your father's death.

I've just realized who
you truly are right now.

And I fear that after my
death, you'll be a traitor.

What do you mean?

Whoever leaves and renounces
their own country is a traitor.

He doesn't want anything to do
with our problems.

A traitor will desert his country
to lead a comfortable life abroad.

- I'm an artist. I want to paint!
- You should do it here.

This country needs artists.

It needs all the talents that can
bring it out of this depression it's in.

Remember your father and
try to gather some strength...

and morality from
those memories.

My father was crazy.

- Zygmunt!
- It's true.

A madman, and harmful, too.

Please forgive me.
I have the right to speak this way,

because in those happy countries
I felt branded...

with inferiority and disdain.

As if I were poorer than them.
Because my father and others like him...

I'm sorry.

I can't talk to you
about these things...

What kind of country is this?

What's happening here?

And why?

If I told anyone in
Europe about any of this...

they wouldn't believe
me, or understand.

Good night, mom.

They're coming! Get ready
Fabian, they're almost here.

This is it.

Thank you very much
for the promotion.

Welcome.

We're a small farm, and
not completely organized yet.

You're not used to this...

and I used to lead
a better life in the past.

Enough of that nonsense.

It's now time to introduce
our daughter's fiancée.

Over here.

Mister Starzynski
from Starzyn.

He was Jan Bohaterowicz's
mother's husband.

And this is
Franciszek Jasmont.

Please.

Mister Franciszek, please bring
a chair for Miss Justine.

And a porcelain bowl!

Bread...
a holy thing.

Mr. Franciszek, Miss Justine won't use
such a spoon to eat this honey.

Please bring another one.

Please, be my guest.

Your fiancée sure
knows where things are.

I told him it
was in the chest...

I wouldn't
marry a dummy.

Your father knew, he
had twice as many chickens...

and other
things as well.

And I, a hard-working bee...

ended up in
a poorer beehive.

Oh! You're such a whiner!

You're always complaining
about everything.

I came from a good home...

but throughout my life...

I've been forced
to work hard...

even when I wasn't
used to that type of work.

Witold told me that he
talked to you

about digging
some wells.

He did. He has
a good mind...

but we've got
another problem now.

What problem?

We lost the suit.

We're going to have
to pay 1000 rubles.

If Mr. Korczynski doesn't take pity
on us, we'll lose everything.

Dad. Miss Justine doesn't
want to hear about this.

Is it her fault?

It's the lawyer's fault.
He missed the appeal deadline!

When I think of all
the different countries...

that cocoa must travel
through to reach our home...

it makes me want
to go and visit them all.

Imagine breaking away,
Teresa, from this monotony...

this ordinariness,
this dullness.

Imagine meeting people
with whom we could talk...

about poetry...
about art...

- Can I come in, Mom?
- Of course, Witold, come in.

I didn't sleep well at all,
but I feel better now.

The cocoa helped.

Poor mom...
you're always so sick.

Yes, I'm sick, Witold.

But I would feel much better
if I could see you more often.

Your father keeps saying
that you're never home.

Where do you go?

To see people.

They're always
asking me about things.

Yesterday, they asked
me a hundred questions

about agriculture. How to
modernize their farms.

How to rotate
crops properly...

Oh God! This is like listening
to Benedict... 'Rotate crops."

But, Mom...

That's enough, Witold, enough.

Even Benedict
would spare me that.

Could you please pour
me a little more, Teresa?

It would be much
better, Witold...

if you were to stop
visiting those country folk...

and take better care of your
spiritual growth and learning.

Teresa, please pass
me that red book.

Have you read this, Witold?

Paulina Crawen...

She's a favorite of
the French Aristocracy...

but I don't have
time to read her.

Did you hear that, Teresa?

My son doesn't have
time to read our Paulina.

Maybe men don't
like her books.

- Do you want some other book?
- No. I only stopped in for a while.

I would like to ask
you a favor, mom...

Would you allow
Justine, Leonia, and I

to go to a wedding?

What wedding?
Haven't heard of it.

Where would that be?

Probably at
the Bohaterowiczes...

Yes. Elzunia, Mr. Fabian's
daughter, is getting married.

Who's that? don't
know any 'Fabian'.

I don't even know what
you're talking about.

I'm talking about
our neighbor's wedding.

Our neighbors?
Is that a joke?

Raising Leonia is my greatest
responsibility, and while I'm alive...

I won't have her subjected
to such undesirable company.

These people
aren't as bad as you...

That's enough, Witold!

I don't agree with
all this craziness.

Oh, I'm choking, Teresa,
choking... my drops...

Mom...

That's some behavior!

- I'm sorry, I just wanted to...
- You just wanted to...

Your mother was right!

You won't drag Leonia
to any peasant wedding!

And why would you even
bother your mother...

with these pastoral
ideas of yours?

Well, don't you
have anything to say?

You dare finally
show yourself to me...

and then you just
stare at me like an idiot?

I remember, father,
that you yourself...

encouraged me
to these things.

You're a boy. It would be
stupid if I raised you like a girl.

Fine, go ahead. Get to
know these peasants...

because you'll be arguing with them
once you've inherited the estate...

but Leonia is a girl and she
doesn't need to be with them.

But you probably don't
agree with that, either?

What? I'm not good
enough for you to talk to?

I hope you don't
mind if I keep quiet.

At least you could tell me...

why you treated your
uncle in such a bad way?

Uncle? What is this about?

Because I remember
that you never spoke...

to your uncle Darzecki
when he was here.

You didn't even say goodbye to him!

That's because I have
no respect for Mr. Darzecki.

What's this?

It hurt me, father, when
you became so 'small'...

in front of him, so meek.
Why did you do that?

Because he demanded the money?

So you suddenly
know all about life?

Even though I do act
differently around him...

then I do
around other people...

he does hold
our fate in his hands.

And I really do respect him.

What for?

Because he is a good
husband to my sister...

a good father to his kids,
and a good businessman.

Are you sure that
he's doing that well?

Traveling, greenhouses,
French grand pianos...

and a dowry
for his daughter?

You don't love or
respect anybody.

You criticize everyone,
even your own father.

Your own father who...

All right, then...

From now on, you can stop
thinking of me as your father...

and just consider
me an acquaintance...

from whom you'll
inherit the estate...

And even this...

Even this...

Father...

Get away from me!

I've been recently having
a certain thought, Mr. Boleslaw.

What kind of thought?

Quite nice.
I'm going to stay here.

These people don't seem
as grim as I previously thought.

When someone
sings while working...

it means they don't
find it so bad, doesn't it?

Those are the Bohaterowiczes,
my dear Teofil...

from this vicinity,
but I'm sure...

they're not the reason for
your staying here permanently?

Should I let Miss
Justine know that...

No, no. Let's leave
that to your wife.

I think you should carefully
evaluate the situation...

see what Miss
Orzelska's reaction will be.

That's the most
important thing right now.

So you don't want
to go to Korczyn?

Not yet. Not now.

Mister Kirlo has arrived.
He will join us for supper.

Doesn't that man
have a home of his own?

If I was his wife, I would
tie him to the leg of the table.

Always going to the neigbhors.

He comes to Korczyn
more than any other place.

Maybe he will say
something today.

I'm sure of it!

Well, what are you waiting for?
Go there and listen.

Miss Emily is asking
for some cherry vodka.

Maybe some champagne, too?

Here you go. The glasses
are in the china cabinet.

Set the table yourself.

I assure you all, that if
you were to cut his wrists...

he would bleed blue blood like...
like the Niemen in spring.

Mr. Kirlo's comparisons
are great...

because whether he
has blue blood or not...

there's certainly quite
a bit of water in there, too.

Teofil is so independent.

When his father died...

as inheritance, he got...

not much...

a tiny fortune...

Tiny!

Only something around,
let's see...

One million rubles.

Jesus!

Yes, about a million rubles.

A pretty fortune!

Having only a tenth of that...

Of course,
one hundred thousand...

Sir, you still
haven't tried the omelet.

Oh, please.

Thank you.

Here you go.

His assets
include ten granges.

Ten granges?
Jesus!

Don't get too excited,
Miss Teresa...

this estate has already
been cropped enough.

But there's three
hundred thousand left.

During the 10 years when
he was out of the country...

he didn't spend more than
seven hundred thousand.

He couldn't have
lost more than that.

Well, he's a brave man.

Very brave. We need more people
like him here. This country...

Benedict!

Mr. Rozyc will make some
woman very happy someday.

What family lineage!
Such assets!

Which will grow, good lady,
when his intelligent...

and energetic wife convinces
him to invest in farming.

With caresses, a lady bird
keeps a bird by the nest.

I heard Mr. Rozyc
is very intelligent...

but to lose such a fortune
on cards is very shameful.

Like some wretched scoundrel.

Benedict!

I know what I'm talking about.

People who eat well
in this world and don't work...

are nothing
more than parasites...

whether they have
red blood or not.

Benedict, please!

But I'm not talking
about Rozyc.

I don't want
to insult anybody.

Maybe he's a good man...

But to waste so much!

I just can't fathom it!
Damn them all!

I can't listen to these awful
comments about such a man!

What did I say?

Are you getting sick again?

Please, over here.

Mom!

God! You can't say anything
in this house anymore.

Father said exactly
what I wanted to say.

Maybe you've judged
Mr. Rozyc too harshly?

No. Rozyc is a lazy
bum and Kirlo a clown.

I'd like to take those
type of people, and...

Are you that mad?

Yes, I am.

They're a disgrace to the world.

Without them, we'd be
much further ahead.

Who is 'we'?

Those of us who want
to keep their human dignity.

But this Rozyc...

Justine, will you
marry that loser?

If he comes and asks for
your hand, will you accept?

You have such a way of asking.
Who are you talking about?

You know who
I'm talking about.

That squanderer who
drank half a million away.

My dear, could I ever
throw away such a great man?

Such honor, such grace...

Well? Tell me.
Could I?

Thank you.

Have you given Mr. Jasmont
your handkerchief?

Of course, with my
nicely embroidered initials.

I would like to
thank you for that...

and invite you to dance.

Take care of it,
Witold, take good care.

Please hold me tight, because
I don't lie it any other way.

May I?

The moon is shining, shining
Around midnight

To stop loving you
Is not in my power!

The appearance of a woman
can be deceitful

She pleases the eye!
But her heart, alas...

Beyond the river, beyond the Niemen,
The cuckoo is cuckooing

I've got it for a hoopla
Who is looking for a posh one!

Near the house, a path
Hide, mother, the little dog

You have a pretty daughter,
They'll steal her from you!

First love
When the heart grips,

With joy and sorrow
They are filled to the bone!

That rowan berry makes
your hair look beautiful.

If I could get just one
little branch, I would be happy.

Did you hear the words
to this song, Miss?

Which one?

The one I sang.

I did.

Because I sang this song...

Because I wanted to say...

Who's this?

Look, Jadwiga Domuntowa.

That's right.

An elegant woman.
I'm going to dance with her.

Please.

Could I?

Welcome,
Mr. Benedict, welcome.

How is your father,
dear Mr. Dominik, doing?

Dominik Korczynski is
my grandfather, sir.

Yes, I know. In 1831,
we fought together at Ostroleka.

The battle was horrible!
Horrible!

And Mr. Dominik was
wounded, Mr. Benedict.

My name is
Witold Korczynski, sir.

Yes, yes, Mr. Benedict.

I saved your father
from out of the fire.

The artillery guns
were firing straight at us.

Play something we can dance to!
Some oberek!

This is the third time Miss Domuntowa
looks at me like that,

as if I've done
something to her.

It's probably
about you, Mr. Jan.

Your mother and uncle
told me that you and her...

My mother says
that to everyone.

But I haven't given
her any sort of vow.

Sure, she's kind.
I could probably marry her...

in time, and I'd have to be
talked into it by my mother and uncle.

If someone else hadn't
stolen my heart instead.

Who would that be?

Where is that beguiler?

I'll find him
and kill him like a dog!

Where is that heartbraker?
That Pacenko?

Don't touch my grandfather, Miss,
and go back to your bachelor.

Miss Jadwiga, please!

Please, what? Let's go, grandpa.
We don't need this.

All right.
You picked a good man...

and I hope it turns out for
you because everyone knows...

that you shouldn't
reach for impossible goals.

Goodbye.
Health and happiness to you.

I'll kill him!

Please, forgive me.

Sometimes a man doesn't know
what he's doing.

Miss Jadwiga is doing
this because of me.

I'm very sorry for that.

If you're not mad at me,
then please dance with me.

So who was this Pacenko?
Why did he want to kill him?

Pacenko is the man
who stole grandpa's wife.

He came to Poland,
and she left with him.

Grandpa lost his mind,
and looks for Pacenko ever since.

He loved her that much?

Of course, he did.

I know you lost the suit.

Couldn't you have settled
this like civilized people?

But with my father...

God forgive me that
I say this before his son...

Korczynski is
a strict neighbor.

He's very demanding...

and doesn't mind hurting
people with harsh words.

There was no other choice
but to file the suit.

We shall now see.

I'm sorry to hear this.

And I'm sorry
for having to say it.

Everything was different
in the past, but now...

You're home?

But the wedding's
not over yet.

It is for me.

I heard too many complaints.

About whom?

About you, father.

What... did I rob
someone on my way here?

Or eat someone's kid?

Please, father, there's no
need to use that tone of voice.

All right, then...

So what did
the Bohaterowiczes tell you?

Did they say I wanted
to rob them of everything?

That I wouldn't let their animals graze,
or let them take away my land?

They wanted to go to court,
so we did, and they lost!

It's not just about that, dad.

They say you don't consider
them to be real people.

They mentioned uncle Andrzej.

Oh, so this is what people talk
about at weddings nowadays.

Sit down.

Yes, dad, because they can't
forget that you're his brother.

They are ready to repay you
for every good gesture.

These people
are our only hope.

These people whom you despise.

Listen.

If you young people think
that you were the first ones...

to think of
these noble ideas...

and that you were the
first ones to love this land...

its people and justice...

then you've
made a big mistake.

We, too, followed Mickiewicz's words:
"En masse, Young Friends!"

"In happiness our ends.
Strong in unison, reasoned in rage."

We also followed this.
With full devotion.

We all got together...

and we believed in our cause
like we believe in salvation.

And there were many of us...

"knights, poets, preachers."

Unreachable dreams,
great hope...

passionate eagerness...

And then...

Everything fell apart around us.

But nobody has the right...

to say that
the Korczynskis lacked ideals.

One of them died
for these ideals...

and the other one
is jealous because of it.

Father!

Father.

I'll be grateful to you
until my dying breath...

for not having had raised me
to be a worthless rich boy.

If it wasn't for you, I'd be
like that miserable Zygmunt...

or like that Rozyc...

I would be a fool if
I thought that my son...

was so much different
from other people.

A load would be
lifted from my shoulders...

if I confessed all
my problems to you.

You still don't know,
and I hope you never find out...

what it's like to live
most of your life...

without anyone who
you can open yourself to...

who you can confess
all your joys to...

and give advice to...
or even seek help from.

I hoped that you
would be like that...

but during the last year...

my hope seemed
to have been in vain.

I wasn't only
jealous of Andrzej...

but also of all
the others who died.

Now you know, dad, what's
separated us all this time.

You must believe in
my attachment to you.

Dad!

Tell me, why are you
always fighting with them?

What am I supposed to do?

After our failure, what was I supposed
to do among the ruins?

People begged me
to hold on to the land, so I did!

And I still do.

Do you know what it's like...

fighting over
every little piece of land

with those whom you
once called brothers?

But whose fault is it that
they're so uneducated, vengeful?

Or maybe they're
just poor and hungry?

Isn't it ours?

You're so stubborn!
Just like me.

You've got
the Korczynski blood.

Go see them, and tell them
that I'll postpone the due date...

let them pay
in installments...

or maybe even...

Someday, maybe you'll...
Well? Go, go!

Don't stay there too long.

I want you near me for a bit.

Yes, Father.

Miss Justine.

The song I sang
with the orchestra...

Did you listen to it?

Of course. You were singing
about someone you love.

Is this your first love?

The very first. When I couldn't
fall in love, I didn't...

but once I fell in love,
it's forever.

But sometimes it goes away.

It seems like people change their minds
more quickly where you come from.

It all depends on
the person's personality.

Uncle Anzelm couldn't
marry the one he loved...

and he spent his
whole life by himself.

And you?

If the one I love
doesn't love me back...

I will live
my life like he did.

Did you hear?
An echo!

Yes. You can hear the best
echoes right from this spot.

Go ahead.
Try it yourself, Miss.

Don't be shy!

Please, Miss.
I beg you.

Think about who you love the most.
Tell the echo who you love.

Would you like that?

Of course. Please.

Jan!

My beautiful queen,
my only love...

Really mine?

Yes... Forever...

Don't worry,
I didn't come here...

to cause you
any unpleasantness.

I came to say that I hold no
grudges against you, Mr. Jan.

It's not your fault you've
fallen in love with someone else.

I wish you health,
happiness, and prosperity.

I, too, would like
to become your friend...

if you so wish it.

I also wish you
all the best luck in life.

I expect that
God won't desert me.

I hope that you
won't be mad at me.

And I hope your recollections
of me are good ones.

I'll be your
good friend forever.

Good morning.

Has Miss Justine
gotten up, yet?

Yes. She hasn't come down yet.

Well then, go and tell her
not to put on anything too heavy.

Why?

- Because she won't be able to jump.
- Why would she?

She will, she will!

There will be happiness
all over Korczyn!

Oh, tell them,
my dear, tell them.

We've just come
back from 3 days...

at cousin Rozyc's
estate in Woloszczyzna.

He sent us with
some great news.

Cousin Teofil would like to
ask for Justine's hand in marriage.

He didn't come here personally
so as not to be overly moved...

and he wasn't sure
if she would agree to it.

If the answer is positive...

then he will immediately
come here himself.

This is such good
news for Justine...

and such happy
news for us all.

Mr. Rozyc's successes
and advances are all so noble.

Teofil truly likes Justine.

I'm sure she'll
be happy with him...

because he's
got a heart of gold.

Such a refined intellect.

But also worldly habits.

I told him at the beginning...

that I would tell
Justine all his faults...

and he agreed to it.

Oh, that's all in the past,
lost wealth and assets...

His assets are still great,
but it's not about that.

Teofil...

has become...

he is a mor...

Mor...
Oh God, what was it called?

- A morphine addict.
- Yes, that's it.

What the hell is that?

I've never heard of it.

You mean he's a drunk.

No, Mr. Benedict, it's
something very different.

But he's trying
to cure himself.

He's already tried, but...

unless the girl
he loves cures him.

There is a great
destiny waiting for her...

if only she's not discouraged
by what she's learned.

Discouraged?

This makes Mr. Rozyc
even more interesting...

even more appealing...

To share your life
with a man like that...

to love him,
to dream with him...

Or maybe get drunk with him?

You'll never understand,
Benedict.

What is there to say, anyway?

Let's ask Justine, although
there's no real need to.

You will accept Mr. Rozyc's
proposal, won't you?

It's a miracle.

Oh yes.
And great luck.

I offer Mrs. Rozyc my greatest
respects and my services.

Well Justine,
what do you think?

Say something!

I...

I'm very grateful to Mr. Rozyc...

for his honesty towards me...

however, neither my situation,
education, habits, nor taste...

make me a suitable
life companion for him.

I don't have any qualifications...

to be a worldly lady...

nor have I ever had any.
Not at all.

Not now!

And everything
I've said so far...

makes it impossible for me
to accept his proposal.

But...

The most important
things, though...

is that, as of yesterday...

As of yesterday...

I'm engaged to be married.

You're joking, right,
Justine? To whom?

With Korczyn's neighbor.

With Mr. Jan Bohaterowicz.

Justine!

Jesus...

Hold on, everybody, I have
to ask Justine some questions.

You're not joking, right?

You're being serious?

You're engaged
to a Bohaterowicz?

Look, uncle, I don't have
my mother's ring anymore.

I gave it to him yesterday.

Have you fallen
in love with this man?

Yes.

Yes, uncle, and
he loves me, too.

Justine, that's impossible,
you won't do this...

You won't throw away
such a good opportunity...

You won't marry a peasant...

Yes, I will, auntie.

You have no idea what kind
of life you're marrying into.

What kind of work awaits you.

Yes, I know, because I've
already worked with them.

You worked?

What about the fact...

that you're of
higher class than they?

Doesn't matter.

And if it does, I'll bring
my 'higher class' to them...

and use it to
their advantage.

Uncle... I want our existence
and happiness to come...

from his love for me,
and I want to be part of it.

Justine...

Oh, you young ones!
You're all alike.

Very good.
There is nothing to discuss.

Teresa, please help me.

Help me out of
this room immediately.

Rozyc was a little too late.

He gets nothing!

All good now.

Justine!

You can count on me
to support you.

What's with these
young people today?

They think they're going to
turn the world upside down.

Is this your final
decision, Justine?

Yes, uncle, I'm positive.

I feel sorry for Teofil,
but I can't lie...

and I have to tell you that
you made the right decision.

You'll probably be very happy.

I wish you all the best.

I'll help with anything you need
and I'll dance at your wedding.

It has to last
three whole days!

We'll arrange it.

I'm going to check on Emily...

because I think she's
having another choking fit.

Justine, go see your father,
tell him, and then we'll go...

There... to that...

- Let's go home.
- Let's go.

I'll walk you out.

I have a big favor
to ask you, Benedict.

Except I'm not
sure how to say this.

Maybe you too are engaged
to some handsome peasant?

No, I'm not that dumb.

But, you see...

Justine's getting married,
so I want to know...

if I can go live with
her and help her out.

What?

I really would like
to go with her.

I won't eat their bread for
free, but I have experience...

in housekeeping and
I can help them out.

They'll probably need my help.

But I'm not needed here.
Not anymore.

You're not needed here?
Are you kidding me?

Well, the kids have
almost grown up...

I could never
please your wife...

and as for the
work around here...

you'll easily find some
stewardess to take my place.

Justine is going to the
people I once knew...

loved...

Fate drew me towards them,

but I didn't go.

But I'll go now.

What, is the whole estate
moving to the Bohaterowiczes'?

Hopefully, my wife
and Teresa won't go!

You will not allow
for this to happen!

You are Justine's guardian,
so how is it possible...

that she can be so
dishonored in your own house?

She's an adult.
She has her own will.

- She'll marry whoever she wishes.
- She will.

But she refused to marry
that noble Rozyc.

What am I to do now?

How am I going to live
in that little hut with them?

There's no room
for any grand piano.

I'm not used to that.
I'm going to starve.

Calm down.

You can go on living in Korczyn
just as before.

I offer you my house,
sir, with great pleasure.

And you also have
some money here...

which I will pay
Justine back in installments.

Is it possible that
she would agree...

to such
a misalliance of classes?

Please calm down.

Go upstairs
and play your violin.

Martha will be up shortly
with your breakfast.

What the hell
were you thinking?

You're not needed here?

Good God.

We've worked
together for twenty years...

and thanks to your work
we were able to keep Korczyn.

You carried my
children in your arms...

and loved them as
if you were their mother.

You taught Witold only
good and honest things.

I'll be grateful to you for
all you've done until my death...

and I won't let you
leave Korczyn.

Not needed!

Do you really mean all that?

You're not just
taking pity on me?

You're not just being nice?

For the love of God!

My God, my king...
brother...

You've made me so happy!

I thought I wasn't
needed around here...

and just
considered a drag.

Why should I leave here
when you need my help?

And you love me like a sister.

Sit down!

I hope you
don't mind, brother...

but I'll borrow
your horses for a few days.

I'm going to town
to see the doctor...

so he can cure me and
I can serve you longer.

Great! And now, please.

Can you call Justine in?

Come.

Mr. Anzelm Bohaterowicz?

Yes.

And this is Justine's
fiancée, Jerzy's son?

The same one whose father
rests next to your brother...

in the grave-mound.

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