All language subtitles for Viy (1967) BRRip

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MOSFILM

Artistic Association
"Luch"

"Viy is a colossal creation of
the imagination of simple folk.

The tale itself is a purely
popular legend.

And I tell it
without change,

in all its simplicity, exactly
as I heard it told to me."

- Gogol.

VIY

Screenplay by A. PTUSHKO,
K. YERSHOV, G. KROPACHYOV

Based on the short novel by
N. V. GOGOL

Artistic Direction and SFX by
ALEXANDER PTUSHKO

Directed by graduates of
Advanced Film Directors Courses

K. YERSHOV
and G. KROPACHYOV

Photography by
F. PROVOROV, V. PISHCHALNIKOV

Production Designer
N. MARKIN

Music by K. KHACHATURYAN
Conductor E. KHACHATURYAN

Sound by
E. KASHKEVICH, I. STULOVA

Starring

Leonid KURAVLYYOV as Khoma

N. VARLEY as Young Woman
A. GLAZYRIN as Sotnik

N. KUTUZOV as Witch

V. ZAKHARCHENKO as Khaliava
P. VESKLYAROV as Rector

V. SALNIKOV as Gorobetz

D. KAPKA as Overko
P. VESKLYAROV as Dorosh

S. SHKOURAT as Yavtukh

G. SOCHEVKO as Stepan
N. YAKOVCHENKO as Spirid

N. PANASIEV as Comforter

Read, Rector!

Rector!

Now that you're going home,
try to stay out of mischief!

On the last vacation,
two seminarians,

disguised as devils,
were caught stealing chickens.

Zozulia and Lemesh,
I mean you!

The other three got
a deacon drunk,

and then goaded him into singing
bawdy, indecent songs!

For shame!

And now, let us pray together.

Lord, let the Light of Thy
wisdom shine down upon us.

And bestow on our hearts
Thy tender mercy.

Preserve us from all evil.

And Heaven and Earth will
resound with glorious

songs of praise.

Amen.

Be sure you return in time
for the

Feast of the
Immaculate Conception!

We should've spotted a
farm long ago.

The devil would lose his way
in this darkness, too.

Where did the road go?

There is no road.

Look, Khaliava, you go that way.
I'm going over this way.

And Gorobetz...

Gorobetz...

Hey, Gorobetz!

Damn it. I mistook a rotten
stump for your head.

What did you find?

Just fox holes.

Well, what should we do?

Let's sing at the top of
our lungs.

Quiet!

I know, let's sleep under the
stars.

No, Khaliava, that won't do.

We have to keep looking. Someone
might give us a glass of vodka.

Sure... It's better than
sleeping under the stars.

There's a farm house ahead.

Come on!

Brothers, it's our last chance
to find a place to stay.

- Open up!
- Hello?

Who is it?

Khaliava, the theologian.

- Brutus, the philosopher.
- Gorobetz, the orator.

No, the house is full of people.
Where would I put you?

Have mercy on us, my good woman!

It's unforgivable to let
Christian souls perish at night!

Just give us somewhere to sleep!

And if we do something wrong...

All right, but each of you must
sleep in separate places.

Whatever you wish!

- Listen, good woman...
- We're dying of hunger.

It's been so long since
we've eaten.

There's nothing to eat.
I haven't lit the stove all day.

Tomorrow we'll see that you're
rewarded handsomely.

You couldn't get a crumb out of
the old skinflint!

The hell with her!

- Boy, I want you to come here.
- Who? Me?

You can sleep in the house.

And you, the tall one,
up in the loft.

- Well, where will I stay?
- Come with me.

What do you want, granny?

No, it's the time of lent.

And not for all the gold in the
world would I let you tempt me.

You're not in the flower
of youth, you know.

What's wrong with you, granny?
For the love of God!

Good Lord, she's a witch.

Shameless witch!
Put me down! Let me be!

In the name of God,

Jesus Christ, put me down!
Let me be!

If I'm not making you fly,
it must be Christ

and his apostle, Thomas!

Oh, you're killing me!

Khoma.

Scat!

- What we need is tar.
- I know that.

Hey, Khoma.

What is it?

The Rector sent me to get you.
Someone came for you.

Ah, it's you, brother Khoma.

The daughter of one of our
richest Sotniks is dying.

The one who owns the estate just
twenty miles outside Kiev.

Yesterday, the girl returned
home, beaten almost to death.

She expressed a wish that
in her final agony,

the last prayers for her
salvation be said by you,

Khoma Brutus.

Why me?

I don't even know how to
do that!

Don't argue with me!
You will leave immediately.

The famous Sotnik was good
enough to send his men

and a wagon.

You'll have to get someone else
to go, because I'm not leaving!

No one asked you if you wanted
to go or not.

Thank your good master for his
gift of the honey and eggs.

And tell him I shall send the
books when they're ready.

And as for you, I suggest you
learn to control your tongue.

Otherwise, I'll have you lashed
before the whole school,

so you won't be able to sit
for a week.

Now do as I say!

The Lord be with you,
and with your good master.

Yavtukh, see that our friends
have vodka before they leave.

Well, don't just stand there.
Be off with you!

And if you know what's good for
you, you'll mend your ways!

You'd better tie up
the philosopher

so he won't be tempted
to run off!

- Good day, my brothers.
- Good day, brother philosopher.

I've been ordered to travel in
your company.

- A splendid carriage!
- Yes, a spacious one!

We could hire some musicians
and dance with all this room!

I wonder, if it were filled
with a heavy load -

say you loaded up the wagon
with salt or metal poles -

how many horses would it
take?

It would take a lot of horses
if you had a lot of salt.

Can you tell me what sort of
illness the girl is cursed with,

that such solemn prayers are
required to deliver her soul?

Sit down, brother philosopher.
We're not there yet.

- Stop!
- An inn! Stop!

Whoa, girl, whoa! We're there.

Let's go in,
brother philosopher.

Spirid, don't forget to
water the horses.

Welcome, my friends.
Please come inside.

- Do you have vodka?
- Yes, step inside.

My friends, I propose a toast
to the health of the Rector.

Here's to the health of the
Rector.

Drink, my good friends.

Oh, the Cossack drinks on
someone else's money...

Another round!

Another round! Another round!
Serve another round!

I'd like to know one thing. Just
what are you seminarians taught?

What the deacon says when he's
in church? Or other things?

What a great scholar.

I want to be a seminarian, too.

Do you think I'm not clever
enough? I can learn anything!

Oh, good Lord! Have mercy on us!

The Cossack drinks on
someone else's...

- I just want to know one thing.
- Leave me alone, pest!

Don't ask him.
Only God knows everything.

I just want to know what's
written in those books.

There could be other things in
them.

How can you talk that way?

- Let me go.
- Why not let him go?

Philosopher.

Don't be afraid. Come here.
The master will never know.

- Don't just stand there.
- Let me go home, my brothers!

Let me go home!

The young woman is dead.

The girl is dead.

Be quiet! The young woman is
dead!

- The girl is dead?
- Dead? Already?

Quiet, Serko!
The young woman is dead!

Why don't we let Khoma go now?

- Of course we'll let him go.
- He can do as he wants.

Leave him alone.

The young woman is dead.

Come on, you silly pig!

Brother philosopher, you're
wrong to try to leave.

It's not the sort of place
you can escape from.

You'd better go to the master.
He's waiting for you.

Why not?

I'd love to meet him.

It's not so much the pain of
losing you, my dearest daughter,

in the flower of your youth,
that makes your loss more

than a father can bear,

as the torment I suffer,

at not knowing what monster
was the cause of your death.

Who are you? What's your
quality, and where are you from?

From the seminary. My name is
Khoma Brutus.

And who was your father?

I don't know.

Your mother, then?

I never knew her, either.

Of course, I must have had one,
like anyone else,

but who she was, or what she
was like, I never knew.

How did you make the
acquaintance of my daughter?

I never met your daughter, sir.

I know nothing of girls.
I swear I've never known one.

Why did she call for you by
name then?

Only God knows why.

The rich people fancy things
that don't make sense,

even to a scholar.

As the saying goes,

"When masters fall out,
their men get the clout."

You're not lying, are you,
philosopher?

May God strike me dead if
I'm lying.

If she had lived
a minute longer

I would have known everything.

"Let no one say prayers for me,
father,

but send men at once
to Kiev Seminary.

Tell them to bring seminarian
Khoma Brutus here.

Let him pray for three nights
for the salvation of my soul.

He knows."

And what does he know, that I
hadn't time to hear?

Have you been known for your
chaste life?

Could she have heard about
you from someone?

Me?

Chaste life?
For heaven's sake, sir!

I visited a baker's wife on
Maundy Thursday.

Nevertheless, she named you.
That's all that counts.

As of tonight, you will begin
reciting prayers for her soul.

Yes, but certainly you want to
do the best thing...

Of course, anyone versed in the
Scriptures could do it...

But the best thing would be to
have a deacon, or a sub-deacon.

They're well trained and will
do what's necessary.

My voice isn't suitable and I
don't have a good appearance.

I'll do as my dear child
wanted it done.

I don't care what it may cost.

You will start your vigil
tonight,

and recite the prayers for
three nights.

I shall reward you handsomely
for it. Otherwise...

How could our dear mistress
abandon us?

Oh, dear child, tell us what
made you leave us?

Come back! Come back, beloved!

May God, the Father, have
mercy on her soul.

May God, the Son, have
mercy on her soul.

May God, the Holy Ghost, have
mercy on her soul.

Give the philosopher his dinner,

then bring him back
to the church.

Tell them how the witch cast
a spell on the huntsman.

Shame, brother philosopher,
that you didn't know Mikitka.

Even his dogs adored him.

He was a fine huntsman.

Only recently did he
have the misfortune

of falling for the
young mistress.

Either he fell in love with
her...

Or she bewitched him...

Nobody knows for sure, but
the man was lost.

One day the girl appeared
in the stable and said,

"Mikitka, let me put my foot on
you to help me onto the horse."

The poor man was so overjoyed
he said,

"I'd rather you climb onto
my back."

And the fool took her onto his
back and went galloping away!

It's time we take the
philosopher

to where the corpse is lying.

We'll leave you now.

Just pray in earnest.

Best of luck to you.

Forgive us, but we must lock
you up. By order of the master.

That's all right. It's no more
than three nights of work.

And then the master will fill
both of my pockets with gold.

There's nothing to fear.

She won't rise up from her
coffin.

Even corpses fear the
word of God.

Am I right? Absolutely.
You better stay there.

Don't you know that a Cossack
doesn't fear anything?

There's no way for anyone
to come in.

And from corpses,
I have prayers to protect me.

As soon as I speak the holy
words, no demon can harm me.

They'll never touch me!

What am I scared of?
I just had too much to drink.

Ah, candles... That's good.

Lots of candles... to chase
away...

the gloom from the church...
and light it up.

It's nothing,
only three nights.

The church should be full of
light. Cheerful and bright.

There's nothing to fear.

She won't touch me
now, will she!

Ow! Oh, Satan! May God forgive
me, poor sinner.

Lots of light now.

Well, let's begin.

Blessed are... O Lord...

Blessed are they that fear
the Almighty.

And they that live according to
Thy Word.

I wish it were not prohibited to
smoke in the House of God.

They that honor
Thy commandments

and walk in the path
of righteousness.

They that praise Thee in the
hope of eternal...

What's wrong with some snuff?

A good sniff...
to clear the brain.

Merciful Father! Thou art my
strength...

She's a witch! A witch come
to haunt me!

Sacred circle, save me!
Sacred circle, protect me!

Oh, my God...

Oh, my God...

Sacred circle, save me!
Sacred circle, protect me!

Away, Satan! Away!

Blessed are they that fear the
Almighty...

Away! Away with you!

God in Heaven, I call on Thee
for help...

Stay away!

- There's the philosopher!
- He's finished.

This is a lovely place to live!

You could fish all day in
that river!

Old man... Old man!

I'm not going inside.
I'll sleep right here.

It's not allowed, philosopher.
I have my orders.

Have you got some borscht
for us?

We have, you old devil.

- How does it taste?
- Ask the philosopher.

- Well?
- What went on?

Nothing much.
Just some noises.

A Cossack doesn't fear anything
in this world.

Let's go, Yavtukh.

A Cossack is never afraid
of anything.

It's true, the first time, you
really are afraid.

But after a while,
you're not so afraid.

And after that, you're not
afraid at all!

Because there's nothing that
can do me any harm.

Lord God! Let not Thy divine
Angel be turned against me.

I ask Thee to spare me Thy
terrible wrath.

Have mercy upon Thy servant.
I know my spirit's weak.

God, save me from my weaknesses,
preserve my heart from sin,

my soul from evil...

Strengthen my spirit and
protect me

from the temptations of evil.

Have mercy on...

God Almighty, save me!
Heavenly Father, save me!

O Lord!
Save me from the demon!

O Lord!
Save me from the demon!

God, give me strength!

Holy Father in Heaven!
Save me from the evil one!

Khoma!

Khoma!

Khoma!

Khoma!

By the shades of night, may he
go blind, turn his hair white.

Bewitch him.
Cover him with snow.

Hey, philosopher!
On your feet!

I want music!

I want to have music right now!

From the looks of it, he'll
dance all day, that fellow.

Yes, he can dance for a long
time.

Hey, philosopher, what's
wrong?

Don't you see? I'm dancing.

Oh, your hair has turned white!

As white as milk.
Just like good old Yavtukh.

I must talk to your master.
I'll explain everything.

I don't want to pray
there again!

What? It's all going well?
Were you able to stay awake?

Yes, I was able to stay awake.

The devil lives in this house.

I want to leave while
I'm in one piece.

What do you mean?

It's your daughter, sir...

She may have noble blood in her
veins, no doubt about that,

however, may God
have mercy on her soul.

What about my daughter?

She's in league with the devil.

She won't let me read the
Scriptures in front of her.

You will read them because
she summoned you.

She did not wish to bear a
spiritual burden to the grave.

The only way to assure her
salvation is to say the prayers.

Release me, I beg you! Don't
make me go through with it.

You will read.
It's just one more night.

You'll do godly work and
I will reward you.

For all the gold in the
world...

I wouldn't read another prayer.

That's enough!

Philosopher...

You're wrong if you think you
can trifle with me.

That sort of thing is fit for
the seminary,

but I won't tolerate it!

I'll order the guards to lash
you!

There's nothing so
excruciating

as the leather lash on
raw flesh.

I know that.

More than half a dozen are
unbearable.

What you don't know is how good
my men are at it.

They lash you, then we give
them some vodka,

and they begin again.

You may go.

Go back to your duties.

If you fail to do them, you'll
have a thousand lashes.

But if you do them, one
thousand gold pieces.

A thousand gold pieces.
The old miser was surely lying.

Never mind, good master. I'll
run away from here so fast

that even your dogs will never
catch up with me.

You should know better than
to make such a detour.

You nearly ruined
your fine robe.

That would've been a shame. How
much did you pay for one yard?

Why don't you keep your mouth
shut, dear old Yavtukh?

Foolish dog.

Not hungry? Then let's go to
the church.

Are you scared? That witch will
give you the time of your life.

Scared of a witch?
Nothing scares a Cossack!

I withstood it for two nights.

With God's help,
I'll make it three.

She's haunting me because she's
got the Devil inside her.

I'd hate to think what sin
she's guilty of.

Brother philosopher, it's
time to go.

Let's go to the church, dear.

- Think of the torment she's in.
- He was fated to go through it.

I'll read for the third night
and get a thousand gold pieces.

I'll have a ball then,
won't I, Yavtukh?

Go say your prayers.

Go say your prayers,
philosopher.

I won't be afraid. I swear,
I won't be afraid.

Lord God! From the depths of
hell, I cry out to Thee.

I pray to Thee,
have pity on me.

Take heed of my cries.

Drive out the terror that dwells
in my heart.

Let me not yield to the
temptations of the evil one.

Lord God, help me...

Thou art my Fortress...

My Redeemer,
and my Savior...

Lord God! From the depths of
hell, I cry out to Thee.

God Almighty!
Smite her with lightning!

Send down Thy wrath!
Strike her down with Thy fury!

A curse upon you!
With the wings of a bat!

With the blood of a serpent!

I shall curse you!

Curse you!

I summon the vampires!
I summon the werewolves!

I summon the vampires!
I summon the werewolves!

I summon...

VIY!

Bring Viy here!

Get him!

Get him!

Raise my eyelids.
I cannot see!

Don't look him in the eye,
or you're lost.

A cockerel!

I see him!

Get away from me, you fiends!

Help!

The Fates were unkind to Khoma.

It was the will of God.

Let's drink to him,
may his soul rest in peace.

Khoma was a fine young man.

The kind of man I admire.

But his life was wasted for
nothing.

I know where he went wrong.

If he hadn't been afraid, the
witch couldn't have harmed him.

He should've spit on her tail,
and made the sign of the cross.

If anyone should know, it's me.

In Kiev, the women
who run stalls

in the market
are all witches.

He wouldn't be dead if
he hadn't been afraid.

No one can prove he's dead.

That's what everyone says.

Maybe they imagined it.

That stuff about how he died,
because of the witch.

After a flask of vodka, even I
begin to see witches.

Suppose he wasn't dead?

Suppose that the one walking
this way now... was him!

Now that's a good one!

- Are you working?
- We're working.

Keep on working then.

The End