All language subtitles for Война и мир (HD) фильм 3

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LEO TOLSTOY

WAR AND PEACE
1812

Direction - Sergei Bondarchuk

Screen Adaptation
Sergei Bondarchuk
Vasily Solovyov

Director of Photography
Anatoly Petritsky

Sets - Mikhail Bogdanov
Gennady Myasnikov

Music - Vyacheslav Ovchinnikov

Sound - Yuri Mikhailov
Igor Urvantsev

Cast

Natasha - Ludmila Savelyeva

Pierre Bezukhov - Sergei Bondarchuk

Andrei Bolkonsky -
Vyacheslav Tikhonov

Kutuzov - Boris Zakhava

Ilya Rostov - V.Stanitsin
Countess Rostova - K.Golovko

Petya Rostov - S.Yermilov
Sonya - I.Gubanova

Prince Bolkonsky - A.Ktorov
Princess Maria - A.Shuranova

Nikolushka - A.Syomin
Helene - I.Skobtseva
Anatole - V.Lanovoy

Drubetskoy - E.Martsevich
Anna Sherer - A.Stepanova
Prince Vasily - B.Smirnov

Bagration - G.Chokhonelidze
Alexander I - V.Murganov

Napoleon - V.Strzhelchik
Benningsen - G.Zommer

On June 12, West European armies
crossed the Russian frontier,

and the war began.

That is, an event took place
defying human reason

and human nature.

Well, Papa and Mama, I tell you

definitely:

you must let me join the army,
because I can't--

Here's a fine warrior!
Nonsense! You must study.

It's not nonsense.

Obolensky's younger than I
and he's going.

Besides, I can't study now when...

when...

- ...the country's in danger.
- Be quiet, I tell you.

Ask Pyotr Kirilych.

Why, your mother's milk
hasn't dried on your lips yet!

I'm telling you...

Oh Lord our God!

Take up the spear and shield
and arise to help us.

Put to shame and disgrace
those who wish us ill.

May your powerful angel
chase them...

Strike our enemies and put
them to flight.

Tsar!

Tsar! Tsar!

Which one's the tsar?

Which one's the tsar?

Kutuzov had done nothing

but cause the Emperor trouble.

How could they make
commander a man

who cannot mount a hourse,

who falls asleep at council meetings,

and has the vilest temper!

And his qualities as general -

a decrepit, blind old man...

Why did they appoint him?

To have a blind general.
A fine thing!

He's only good at playing

a blind man's buff.

Our troops fight as never before.

However, the fate of the army
and the country

is in the hands of a good
minister but a bad general.

Barclay is dilatory.
The whole army curses him.

The French are in Vitebsk

and will soon be in Smolensk.

Perhaps they are there already.

What do you think about it, prince?

Me?

The theater of war

may move so near to us that...

The theater of war!

I have said and still say:
the theater of war is Poland.

The enemy will never get
beyond the Niemen.

When the snow melts they'll
sink in the Polish swamps.

But the letter mentions Vitebsk.

Ah, the letter?

Yes... yes...

He writes the French
were beaten.

At what river?

The prince says nothing about it.

Tell me how you mean

to alter it, Mikhail Ivanovich.

Take it all, fellas.

Every place seemed
unsatisfactory to him.

But worst of all was
his couch in the study.

He dreaded it
because of the sad thoughts

that had come to him
when lying there.

No, no!

No peace, damn you.

There was something important

I was keeping for bedtime.

The bolts?
No, I told him about them.

It was something... something
in the drawing-room.

What did he talk about
at dinner, Tikhon?

About Prince Mikhail.

Yes, I know.

The letter from Prince Andrei.

"The French are in Vitebsk.

They will soon be in Smolensk.

Perhaps they are there already."

Tikhon!

No, no, I want nothing.

I want nothing.

My heart is heavy--

The princess is afraid.

My heart is heavy.

- Heart?
- Yes, my heart is heavy.

Yes, yes.

All my thoughts

are about you...

I have been calling you all night.

If only I had known.
I was afraid to come.

- Weren't you asleep?
- No.

Dearest...

Why didn't you come?

Thank you...

my beloved daughter...

for everything.

Forgive me...

Thank you...

Forgive...

Thank you!

Call Andrei.

I have a letter from him.

Where is he?

With the army at Smolensk.

Russia has perished.

They've destroyed her.

I want to try to sing now.

- It is something to do.
- Fine.

I'm so happy.

Nikolai had received
a St.George's Cross.

I know. Well, I don't want
to interrupt you.

Is it wrong of me to sing?

No. Why should it be?
On the contrary.

But why do you ask me?

I don't know. I should not
like to do anything

that might displease you.

I trust in you completely.
You mean so much to me.

You have done so much for me.

I know that Prince Andrei

is in the army again.

Will he ever forgive me?
What do you think?

Will he not always have
a bitter feeling against me?

I think

he has nothing to forgive.

If I were in his place -

You... That's a different thing.

I know no one kinder and more
big-hearted than you.

If it weren't for you...

I don't know what would
become of me.

Because I...

I forgot. I must be getting home.

Why must you go? Why?

Because... because I must.

Why must you?

Can't you tell me?

Have you heard? Kutuzov has
been made Field Marshal.

That's the end of our differences.

I am delighted. At last!
There's a man for you!

But they say he's blind?

Have no fear, he sees
all he ought to see.

Kutuzov is one of the cleverest
men I've ever known.

He's coming!

To do nothing but retreat,
with men like these?

How do you do, prince.

Come along, dear fellow.

I sent for you because
I need you near me.

Thank you, Your Excellency,

but I'm afraid I won't do
for the staff.

I'm used to my regiment and
have grown fond of the men.

And I fancy they've grown fond of me.

I would hate to leave them.

I've declined the honor of
being with you, but--

I'm sorry.

I do need you.
But you are right.

We ought not to transfer
our best men to the staff.

Our regiments would be different

if there were more men

like you in them.

I remember you at Austerlitz.

I remember you with
the standard.

Ah, these aides and advisers!

There were always plenty of them

but not enough real men.

Everybody is in too great a hurry.

One accomplishes nothing
in haste.

It is easy to take a fortress

but hard to win a campaign.

That requires time and patience.

Kamensky used soldiers to
take Rushchuk.

I used time and patience

and took more fortresses

than he did.

Abd I made the Turks eat horse-flesh.

Give me time,

and the French shall eat it too.

Trust me.

Thay shall, you can depend on it!

But shan't we have
to engage in a battle?

We shall, if everybody wants it.

There's nothing to be done!

Well, goodbye, dear fellow.

God bless you. Go your way.

It is an honorable way, I know.

Remember I share in your grief,
the loss of your father.

And for you I am not a prince
or a commander-in-chief,

but a second father.

Will they set us down here

- ...or take us to Moscow?
- Those fops!

Even peasants are fighting now.

I saw them peasants.

The whole of the nation is fighting.

Moscow is at stake.

It's a fight to the end.

What are you doing here,
Your Excellency?

I wanted to see what was going on.

There will certainly
be something to see.

How dreadful!

These are yeasterday's.

From the Shevardino redoubt.

Heavy losses;
we surrendered the hill.

I too intend to take part
in the fighting.

I also wanted to ask you.

Where is our position?

Our position?
That is not my speciality.

They are digging beyond
Tatarinovka.

You will see everything from the hill.

Couldn't you--

I wish I could

but I must report the corps
commander.

There will be a battle tomorrow.

We expect not less than 20,000
wounded for every 100,000 men.

And we have no stretchers,
nor medical attendants,

nor medicine even for 6,000.

There are 10,000 carts,

but that is not enough.

He's out to scare the French!

Looks like a docktur.

Pierre was irresistibly drawn
to the battlefield

by an urge to sacrifice himself

and share in the general suffering.

Allow me to ask what that
village is called.

- Burdi--
- Borodino.

Are our men there?

Yes. And further on, the French.

- Where?
- Over there. In full view.

- And over there?
- Our men.

And there?

The French again.

Yesterday we held it,
today it's theirs.

Who might you be, a doctor?

No, I'm just...

Here they are!

It's the icon of the Mother of God.

- Of Iberia?
- Smolensk.

The most blessed Mother of God,
save us.

Glory to the Father and
the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Now and forever and
in the ages of ages.

He knew that tomorrow's battle

was to be the worst

he had ever taken part in.

He saw death

vividly, clearly,

almost as a certainty.

My country...
The fall of Moscow.

Tomorrow I shall be killed...

Why this trial, when tomorrow
I shall cease to be?

Who is this trial for

if I am no more?

A new life will begin,

and I will cease to be.

I will not exist.

I will cease to be. Forever.

Your Excellency,

the left flank of
the 2nd Battalion

has moved toward the village.

We've posted sentries.

Who's there?

You? What brings you here?

I just came...
I wanted to see...

to... witness the battle.

What is the news? Has my
family moved to Moscow?

Yes. I paid them a visit
but didn't find them in.

They are at yours
estate near Moscow.

I've viewed our positions.

I am not a military man,

and yet it seems... er...

clear to me

that our left flank is weak

and our right is too drawn out.

So you made sense of
the dislocation of our forces?

Yes... Why?

Success does not depend

on positions, or weapons,
or even the number of men.

It doesn't?

It depends on the feeling
within me, him,

within every soldier.

Why did we lose at Austerlitz?

Positions? Nonsense.
That's not the point.

We had no right to fight there.

We wanted to leave
the battlefield.

And tomorrow?

Tomorrow it will be different.

100,000 Russians and
100,000 French

are to meet in mortal combat.

The side that is fiercest

and spares itself least

is the side that will win.

Tomorrow we are certain to win,

regardless of circumstances.

True, very true,
Your Excellency.

We'll not spare ourselves.

The men won't even touch their vodka.

Not on such a day, they say.

Do battle deep in the country.

"Deep in the country" is
my father, my son, my sister.

But what does he care about that!

They gave up all of Europe
to Napoleon

and then came to teach us wisdom.

Fine teachers!

So you think we will win
tomorrow's battle?

Yes, but if I had my way

I would take no prisoners.

The French destroyed my house
and mean to destroy Moscow.

They keep insulting me.

They are my enemies.
They are criminals.

Timokhin thinks as I do.
The whole army too.

We must punish them.
They plunder and kill our children.

How can we talk about rules
of war and mercy to the foe?

We must take no prisoners but
kill and be prepared to die.

War is not a civility. It is
the lowest thing men stoop to.

One must realize this and
not make a game out of war.

War is a dreadful necessity.

Cast off the lies and see
war as war. It is no game.

Men come together like
they will tomorrow,

kill each other, maim
thousands upon thousands

and then hold religious
ceremonies

offering up thanks

for having killed
so many human beings

and achieved victory.

The side that kills the most

wins the most honour.

The more victims -
the more awards.

How can God bear to hear
and witness such things?

Ah, my dear friend,

life has become

unbearable of late.

But... I don't have to wait long...

However, we must both
get some sleep. Go now.

- Oh, no!
- Yes, go.

A good night's sleep is
a must before a battle.

Adieu. Go.

Shall we ever meet again?

I know that this is
our last meeting.

Be off with you, dear boy,
and God bless you.

Battalion, charge!

- Bring the boxes!
- The ball!

Make way, sir!

Aren't you afraid, sir?

- Are you afraid?
- 'course I am.

One bit and your guts
are blown out.

It's our job, but why should
the gentleman be here?

To your posts!

Forward march!

March in serried ranks!

The Russians?

Standing still, Sire.

So they want more?
Let them have it.

A live one!

I got the infantry!

So you know it?

Align the guns! Fires!

At the infantry! Charge
the guns with grapeshot!

Our gentleman nearly had
his hat knocked off.

Hey, naughty one!

Hey, foxes, dontcha like it?

Hell's bells.

May I venture to suggest
lunch to Your Majesty?

I hope I may congratulate
Your Majesty on a victory?

The tenth. Fire!

Permission to speak, Sir?

There are only eight rounds left.

Are we to continue firing?

Use grapeshot!

Forward!

The fortifications
have been taken, Sir.

Prince Bagration had been wounded.

Go to him and find out
exactly how things are.

Your Excellency...

Prince Andrei's regiment
was in the reserve.

Without moving from the spot

or firing a single shot

the regiment lost almost
one third of its men.

Tell them not to stand.

First battalion, at ease!

Left! Left!

Sir, there are no more charges.

Run to the reserves
and bring the boxes!

I'll go too.

Sir, order them not
to crowd together!

Look out!

Colonel--

Lie down!

Can this be death?

I don't want to die.

I love life,

I love this grass, this earth,
this air...

Fellas!

Fellas!

Halt!

Charge!

Fight!

Fire!

All of our positions are
in enemy hands.

We cannot dislodge them
for lack of troops.

The men are stampeding,
there is no stopping them.

I have not considered it right

to conceal from you

that the troops are
in complete disorder.

How dare you?

How dare you say that to me?

The enemy's been repulsed

on the left and defeated
on the right flank.

If you have seen amiss, sir,

do not say what you don't know.

Ride to General Barclay

and inform him

that I intend to attack
the enemy tomorrow.

The enemy is defeated.

Tomorrow we'll begin driving him

out of holy Russia.

Rayevsky! Here is my hero!

Excellency, the troops are
firmly holding their ground.

The French no longer venture
to attack.

Kaisarov! Write out
the order for tomorrow.

Ride down the line and say
that tomorrow we attack.

That very evening and next day

reports were coming in

of unheard-of losses,

of the loss of halt the army.

A fresh battle proved
physically impossible.

Sleep, Andrei, sleep.

Lullaby, lullaby,

my baby.

My God! What is it?

Why is he here?

Not for just that day
and that hour

were this man's mind
and conscience darkened.

On him the responsibility
of what was happening

lay more heavily than on all
the others involved.

Never till the end of his life

could he understand

goodness, beauty or truth,

or the significance of
his actions

which were too contrary
to goodness and truth,

too remote from everything human

for him to be able
to grasp their meaning.

He could not disavow
his actions,

lauded as they were
by half the world,

and so he had to repudiate

truth, goodness and all
things human.

Enough, men! Enough!

Come to your senses!

Both sides, worn out

by want of food and rest,

began equally to doubt

whether they should continue

to slaughter one another.

You may kill whoever you please

but I don't want
to be part of this!

Yet some incomprehensible,

mysterious force

continued to control them,

and the terrible work,

which was done
not by the will of man, went on.

At Borodino the Russians gained

the sort of moral victory

that convinced the enemy

of his opponent's
moral superiority

and of his own impotence.

A direct consequence of
the battle of Borodino

was Napoleon's senseless
flight from Moscow,

the destruction of the invalid
army of 500,000

and the downfall of
Napoleonic France

on which at Borodino

the hand of an opponent of stronger
spirit had been laid.

END OF PART THREE

The film restored by:
Igor Bogdasarov, Victor Tamazin,
Alexei Senkovsky, Irina Agafonova

Restoration produced by
Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

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