All language subtitles for Black.Raven.2019.1080p.WEB-DL.AAC2.0.H.264-UFilm

In 1921, the outcome of a
four-year war that Russia

had waged against the
Ukrainian People's Republic

was decided in favor
of the invaders.

However, the armed struggle continued
for years almost in all parts of Ukraine.

The Cold Yar rebels
maintained particularly

desperate resistance
to the Russian forces.

Their black battle banner

carried the words
Free Ukraine or death!

THE COLD YAR DOMAIN. PASSAGE FOR
CHEKA OFFICIALS STRICTLY PROHIBITED!

BLACK RAVEN

Based on a novel by Vasyl Shkliar

Shoe shine! Come
get your shoes shine!

Watch your step.

Come get your shoes shine!

Give me your hand. Watch out!

Made it?
-Yeah. It’s fine.

We need to find my uncle. Hungry?
-No.

Let’s go.

What’s in these
pastries? -Apples. -Apples?

Young lady, would you care to
buy this necklace? -A young lady?

Pamper your woman.
-We have no money.

That’s alright, I won't ask much.

Look, what a beauty!
I need to feed my kids

Citizens bootleggers, are we going to
turn moonshine hideaways in voluntarily?

Are these your valuables, or are you
reselling at a profit? -Off with the looting!

Too smart? Your ID!
Show me your ID, I said!

Besovksky! Enough with the robbery!

What robbery, Chief? Just
scared off some black marketeers.

I’ve taken a note of you,
traitor of the revolution.

Get ready!

Cold Yar, is that
a town or a village?

It’s hell. Who knows how
to say "hell" in Chinese?

Off with the laughter! Dress!

There you are. And I’m running
like a fool around the fair.

Why are you standing? Come on.

This is Uncle Mitrofan.
Hello. This is my Tina.

Come on.

Right! March!

Finally. I thought I won't see you.

Meanwhile, new trains,
full of the red invaders,

were unloading at Cold Yar.

The Chekists called it a boiling
cauldron of yellow-blue fire.

They were unable to extinguish it

with their numerous troops.

The insurgent detachments numbered

over fifteen thousand sabers.

They controlled the territory
on both sides of the Dnieper.

In order to behead the rebel units,

a special operation was developed

at the Central
Political Headquarters

to capture the Cold Yar chieftains
by deceit and insidiousness.

The operation was
cynically called Testament,

just like Taras Shevchenko’s poem.

Chief of Staff Ptitsin?

Affirmative! -Plenipotentiary
regional GPU representative.

Arrived with the 92nd Battalion. -Efim
Georgievich? We were waiting for you,

but thought you’d be coming later. We
wanted to greet you with an orchestra.

Not a fan of ceremonies.

That's fine. Let's
do it the simple way.

What’s that?
-Some Cognac. Real.

From the most noble of cellars.

Real it is.

Any guess about why I’ve come?

Because you can't handle it, Ptitsin.
-I disagree.

I personally assume the lead
in the fight against banditry.

Try to be useful to the cause.

Have them wash it here
with carbolic acid.

Any ideas about work?

I was thinking of a sugar
mill. You’re there, right?

Right. It’s better
in the town. Quieter.

Sorry for such a feast.
There is what there is.

Thank God, the earth still feeds.

And it’s all ours. That’s okay.

These are hard times. Well,
let's drink to the newlyweds.

What? The wine’s no good?

Sorry, our food’s
simple, nothing exquisite.

Dad, pour another one. Let's
drink to your future grandson.

We still don't know
who it’ll be exactly.

Where should I make the bed for you,
children? In the house or in the hut?

In the hut, Dad.

I don’t smoke, so I don’t
need these Bolshevik newspapers.

In a week, I use about a
newspaper and a half for smokes.

Do they say anything
about the hunger?

They do. About the one
in the Volga region.

Right. And over here, you
might as well bite the dust.

What can we do? The only
thing left is patience.

Perhaps uncle Mitrofan is right.

The town is quieter.

I could work in a hospital,
and you at a factory.

At a factory, they
will ask for my ID.

We’ll figure something out.

Until then, stay with your father.

Earth feeds. It’s the
best way out, I guess.

Right. To sit tight and blend in.

You wanted land? There goes
your land. You wanted Ukraine?

There goes the
Ukrainian way for you.

You sang a different
tune not so long ago.

He who fears lives longer.

Damn.

Help!

Did I do well?
-You did. Stay put.

That’s my
daughter-in-law.

Lift him up.

I'll be right back.

Now put him back down.
It’s a perforated wound.

Hang on there.
-The bones are intact. Good enough.

Ivan? Ivan...

Lift him up again.

Do you recognize me?

I do.

Put him back down. -You did.
The boys call me the Werewolf.

We served together.

Served. Fought. And fought well.

Lift him up again. -Wish we had
more people like you. Right, Kuzma?

This is my younger brother, Kuzma.

We fought, we fought,
and then we stopped.

Hey, let's go have a talk.

Let's go.

So, did I have to kick them out?

Do as you want, just
don't make me part of it.

I brought you your children and off I
went, I saw nothing, heard nothing. Okay?

Okay. -Then it’s
okay, if it’s okay.

Right, it's always
warmer under the skirt.

Let others fight in the forest.
-Enough of that war.

I want to live some human life.

Under the Chekist’s
boot? Don’t make me laugh.

Well, some manage to live a
sweet little life that way.

What’s up? -Brother...

He needs a doctor.

What doctor? We’ll
take him to Motryn.

Yavdokha will quickly
put him back on his feet.

Uncle Yakiv, will
you give us your cart?

You’re most welcome.

Building an independent
Ukraine in the forest?

Meantime, Petliura’s over there.

Who will bring this
Ukraine together?

Any thoughts?
-Petliura has screwed up already.

So let him think about
it. We’ve got to fight.

If you don't know how to
win, don't start a war.

They used to say.

Gee up! Go!

Unload faster.

Take this one immediately
to the hospital.

The bandits do everything
with excitement.

And you, Ptitsin, have none of that.

They’re quite some fighters.

Bring the captive to
me for questioning. -Go!

What are you doing here in broad
daylight? I told you to come only at night.

I come here as if this
were a holy water source.

Shall we finally get married? Hanna?

Why have you come?
-Kuzma was hurt.

Go down to the cellar, fast!

So, what do you say,
Hanna? -Who’s that with you?

Yakiv, the forester's son. Don't
be afraid, he’s one of us.

As long as he’s
both blind and mute.

Okay.

Lay him here.
-Yeah.

Hang on, Kuzma, just
hang on. Almost there.

What happened to him?
-Wounded.

He’ll live. I’ll
take care of him.

But you, guys, will
have trouble with him.

You. Go around the other side
of the house, just in case.

Stand up!

Three "St. Georges".

Are these yours?

My son’s.

Where is he?

He’s no longer fighting,
for quite some time already.

He’s been living with
us since February 1917.

Three "St. Georges", and he
doesn’t want to fight…

So, I take off?

Thanks anyway. You know this place isn’t...
-I know.

Don't overdo the goodbyes.

You’ll see each other
soon. The war loves you both.

It’s not mutual.

No one cares what you think.

Don't listen to her. She’d
just blurt out whatever.

I say what I know.

How do you know?
-I see it, I guess.

Where’s he now?

Seeing his relatives,
will be back tomorrow.

Okay. We won’t annoy
you. You will come with us.

Come. Let's go.

Tell your husband if he
wants to see his father,

to come see us tomorrow.

Stand still! Where are
you heading? Stand still!

Our hero has come.

Chernous is here. -Let him come in.

Where is my father?
-Where he belongs.

I want to see him.

What else?

Let him see his father.

Has there ever been an
invader anywhere in the world

who’d come to a
foreign land to do good?

There is nothing more insidious
than a gift from the enemy’s hands.

The more caressing
the devil’s grace is,

the craftier is the
trap he prepares.

But what a difficult task it is not
to believe promises when they sound

exactly like what you want to hear.

Don't think of me,
son. You need to live.

Do you hear me?

Think about the baby. I
have already lived my share.

So? Have you seen your
father? Go upstairs!

Go.

Go.

Your tea.

What about sugar?

There isn’t any.

What did he say? How is it
possible to understand this man?

I'll be honest.

Our task is to eradicate
banditry in these forests.

We really need your help.

Let my dad go. Then we’ll talk.

Let's do it this way:

you have time until nine
AM to make up your mind.

If you help us, you won’t regret.

And if it doesn’t work out?

It will. Of course, if you
don’t wish to become our enemy.

His heart was weak, Chief.

You ruined everything! Get lost!

What?

It's Yakov Chernous...

What about Yakov Chernous?

He's dead.

It ended up in a
bad way. It's your...

Besovsky overdid it.

Overdid. What shall we do?

Apologize.

Open the gate!

Why didn’t you tell us
your father had a weak heart?

Such consequences
were not in our plans.

Whoever did this will be punished.

It’s all your stubbornness.

I advise you not to make
such mistakes anymore.

A young family doesn’t need
it. Think about the future.

I'll be waiting for
you at my office.

Only an old black raven
saw him that night.

The bird was already 270 years old,

but he wasn't tired of contemplating

human actions and tried
to judge them with reason.

Although the raven was
already deaf and blind,

he could still see through the night

a human heart light up with revenge.

The raven hears very well this man

vowing to fight the
intruders to the last breath.

Because the battle
losses are always inferior

to those the man experiences
if he is obedient as a slave.

I am the Chieftain. Larion
Zavhorodniy. And who are you?

That’s Ivan Chornovus,
son of Yakiv, the forester.

I know him well. Or I
thought I knew him well.

He used to be a good Cossack,
but that’s all gone now.

Zaliznyak, what’d you say?

Not the first one
sent here by the Cheka.

Derkach, what about you?

Did you check his pockets?

Here.

"Personal attendance is
requested for the establishment

of all the circumstances
of the case. Yakov Chernous.

Signed: plenipotentiary Evdokimov."

That’s an easy one.

Skin him as a goat, and send
the skin back to the Chekists.

If he were a Chekist, he wouldn’t have
come here with this piece of paper.

What should I do with you?

A bit too quiet, is it?

They’re celebrating
Gupal's birthday.

And this chief of theirs,
Zavhorodniy, is he there too?

He is. Everyone’s there.

Back!

Squad, take up defense! Action!

Kill the Petliura gang!

Down on your knees!
We take no prisoners.

Wait! Don't kill. Look,
I'm ready to eat earth.

And is it yours?

Why would we need you?

Don't you need your
own man at the Cheka?

For the comrades, I'll come
up with something to explain.

But these need to be eliminated.

Then they’re all yours.

I'm not from cavalry, I
don’t handle the sword.

Hit them with the
butt, like rabbits.

Lord, Lord, have mercy,
Lord, have mercy...

Give me a gun.

C'mon! Why waste a bullet?
-Quickly! A gun!

There.

(speaks Chinese)

I'm fighting for whoever feeds me.

Bitch.

Take it.

Ivan, you didn’t let us down.

Here’s a gift for you.
Don’t know his name, though.

Wanna be named Moodey?
Just be good to your rider.

In whose detachment will you be?

In mine.
-And where is it?

I'll be with him.

Then I'm with my brother.

I'm fighting.

We haven't had such a haidamak yet.

I'm fighting for whoever feeds me.

Will you tell him what’s
written on our banner? Let's go.

Well, what shall we
call you, Chieftain?

Black Raven.

So be it. Then fly, don't crawl.

Let's fly, then!

Now it’s more Christian this way.

Otherwise it’s like
that grave without a cross.

What kind of soldier
have you gotten yourself!

He chose me.

Some fight for freedom,
others for equality.

Everyone’s at war, and
you, Mitrofan, keep digging.

We are fighting for you.

Did I ask you to?

They will strangle
you all like chickens.

Let's drink to that.

The Chinese doesn’t drink.
Pour one for my father.

He doesn't drink, but he eats well.

Eat.

No need in that light. I don’t
care if it’s day or night.

How do you know I brought you light?

I feel the warm air. And
you should go upstairs.

It’s better for you.
Expecting Ivan’s son?

And how do you…?

I can see. There's something I
can see, and something I can’t.

And what is Ivan's fate?

What about it? I can
see a bird near him.

Looks like he’ll be like a bird.

You must be hungry.
Give me a moment.

Aunt Yavdoha, they say
you can do anything.

What is it, Ivan?

Take my fear and grief away.

What for?

I'm starting a new war.

Why have you brought
a woman with you?

She knows languages.

I thought we’d be
interrogating some local Jews.

Like they don’t speak our
speak. You’ll be held responsible

for breaking the discipline.

Forty bandit collaborators
in a single village.

Yeah.

Even the local Jews would
make them boots and clothes.

Ptitsin, where were you looking?

Amnesty leaflets must
be on every lightpost.

Let everyone see
-Kalyhirka is in our hands now.

Will do.

And one more thing.

I heard, Ptitsin, there is
Ukie blood in your veins.

There is some.

So, wake up that Uke in you.

I want you to understand
what air the locals breathe.

Here and there in the villages,
was the sound of shooting,

horrified screams, women
howling and dogs barking.

The sky was ablaze
from burning fires.

From a distance,

it was clear where Moscow’s
punitive squadrons were at work.

They were taking
people’s last crumbs.

They called it "working
with the local population."

So, bitch, where are we
gonna put that seal on you?

Maybe right in the forehead?

Get this shit out of here.

I'm not with him, I'm not with him.

He’s hauling me
everywhere by force.

Hold it, guys.

What’s your name?

I am Zilla Boruch. I have
a barber shop in Kamenetz.

You can ask anyone,
everyone knows me there.

And you, too, come for a haircut,
your hair’s all too long.

Guys, I'm one of you.

Let him speak.

I'm a Uke too. My
grandfather's surname was Ptakh.

Do you think I like
what's going on here?

From Moscow, from Moscow
they are sending sheer beasts.

They will drown everything in blood.

How many prisoners were
taken in Mokra Kalyn³vka?

A lot. A lot. The
war’s a mean thing.

There is only one
way for you. Amnesty.

What about after that amnesty?
Will they let us live freely?

Sure. Wanna return to
your wife and children?

You will.

Wanna work on your land? You will.

Otherwise, men, you will be guilty

of the death of your wives
and children. Think well.

Amnesty.

Why did we let him go? Why
not just slash his throat?

It’s not for you to teach me.

I’ve been in the
woods longer than you.

Have you thought about
our women kept as hostages?

And where is yours?

My father was murdered by the
Chekists. Just so you know.

"Citizens of the Cold Yar
district, lost and deceived,

you are given a chance to return to peaceful
work. Those who surrender voluntarily..."

Stay there.

We’ll talk in the camp.

We seized half a hundred rifles,

fifteen hand grenades,
and the police cashbox.

We are quits. -We’d be quits
if they set our relatives free.

I see what you are getting at. Whoever
wants amnesty, I will not hold here.

Then I’ve had enough of this war.

I’d say, go. Fear not, I
will not shoot you in the back.

Will you let him go?

I don't need this in the camp.
It’s worse than typhoid.

I’ve come for a haircut.

Better this way?

We took the police cashbox,

weapons, ammo.

The boys took everything to Motryn.

And I dashed right here to you.

Well, hello, brunette.
Waiting for me?

And you? Coming for a
flirt or to do the work?

Who’s this?
-Bartholomew.

They say he’s protecting
the Haidamaks’ treasures.

Don’t know about the treasures, but
he knows all the monastery dungeons.

Your salvation is underground.
So that the world won’t see you.

Underground, under Motryn.

No one will find you here.

Yavdokha was right.
You will be like a bird.

It's time.

It’s daylight, go hide
underground. Take cover.

No reason to hang out here.
Salvation is underground.

I live in a hole,
and so will the baby.

God blessed you and
Ivan with the baby.

And what should I do with this?

You didn’t dare to have a child.

I can't.

What are you looking
at? You’ve got Ivan.

And no one was there to protect me.

Free to go.

Yakiv Stetsenko.
Semenovych is my patronymic.

Free to go.

Derkach Ivan Tymofiyovych.

Ivan Tymofiyovych.

For chieftains we have
a special procedure.

Stay calm, comrades,
stay calm. Keep coming.

Bondarenko, Yuri.

Free to go.

Have a smoke. Don't be shy.

Check these out. Papers.
Some of them are real.

They’ll believe you. For you,
this is the only opportunity

to justify the confidence
of the Soviet authorities.

Immediately after the amnesty
of the Cold Yar residents,

the Reds moved on to
the Motryn Monastery.

To remove the monastery’s bells,

to destroy, once and for
all, the main alert system

of this accursed Cold Yar
Republic, against which they had

to fight longer and harder
than against the Poles,

Germans, and Admiral Wrangel.

He escaped, damn it! Move on!

Well, citizens nuns, have
you finished your liturgy?

Now, tell us where the
bandits hide the loot.

So? All right.
Who’s in charge here?

One moment.

Comrades women, we have
come only for the property

of the Soviet authorities,
which was stolen by the bandits.

The monastery is under no threat.

By Jesus.

Stand still! Remove the gun.

Rebel bitch. A woman
but all the same.

You’d be giving birth, won’t
you? -From you or what? -Could be.

Quiet, quiet, quiet.

Can’t wait to get to the Kingdom
come? You’ll have time to do it.

You haven’t gotten much
longer to trot this land.

What?
-What you heard.

Take her away.

Why are you standing
still? Everyone to the yard!

Come on! Move! Move! Move!

Hello. Please.

The others, search
everything here! Fast!

Come on, let’s go.
Faster, faster, faster!

Move.

Here.

Good, good. Hurry
up there! Hurry up!

There’s the cashbox.

And these were helping the
wounded bandits. Like that.

You’ll come with
me. Finish the wounded.

What should I do with the nuns?

Don't even think about it.

Well, what was I telling you,
brother? Don't rush to live.

Witch.

One of them has been here
already, the UNR emissary.

Crack his asshole.

Was feeding us fairytales
that soon planes would

come loop the loops
in the sky signaling

the start of the uprising.

And now it’s only GPU
that loops nooses here.

Ours are all gone, hurry up.

We’ll catch up. Come on.

Stop. Ivan, did you see her dead?

Don't burry her too soon.

Sit down.

Sit down.

Tell me, bitch, how
did it happen so that

I mentioned the Motryn
Monastery to you,

and the Reds immediately
came to take it over? How so?

Cut. Come on, cut.

If you’ve got enough strength.

Listen. They’ll catch you all!

Troops arrive to the
station every day.

What are you fighting
for? They don't care.

And I, for your sake,
walk under the threat

of death every day.

Are we so bad together?

Captain Zaviriukha.

Do you trust him? -I fought with him
in the Kostia Blakytnyi’s Division.

Okay, we’ll see.

Now or never. The time for
the general uprising has come.

The earth itself is begging us
to unite against the red plague.

Here are the orders of the commander

of the Black Sea Insurgent Group.

You must clearly identify who
will operate in which area.

In the meantime, stop
any small sorties.

Sitting in the woods
hiding? Waiting for what?

Otherwise you lose a great cause.

How many sabers can you put
up in case the uprising starts?

If the fire ignites,
thousands will come out.

But really, what’s the wait for?

Thirty thousand will come out
from across the Zbruch river.

Meantime, we all need to come
together in a single fist.

That’s why we call on the
chieftain council in Zvenyhorka.

That’s right where
the Chekists roost.

Why don't you gather here?

Moscow cigarettes?

What, did I have to come to you
in a uniform holding a banner?

I smoke whatever cigarettes
they’ve got here.

If necessary, take more time to consult.
But give me the answer in half an hour.

I'm waiting at the forest’s edge.

Raven, what’s your croaking about?

Forgot why Petliura’s abroad?

I don’t trust such people.

There are no other
leaders in Ukraine.

If you don’t trust them
yourself, it’s up to you.

And we’ve got one last chance.

I support the uprising. I
will not go to the council.

Nothing destroys a
man like hopelessness.

The Ukrainian army,

which the Cold Yar fighters
were on the lookout for,

had crossed the Zbruch where Poles,

our former allies, threw
everyone into camps.

If the insurgents knew the truth

about the army, the government,

the dismay of the leaders,
they could have turned things

around differently.

But they lacked a
hetman who’d suppress

the anarchy and gather
everyone together in one fist.

Come in.

Quietly. Wait here.

Where are the others?
-One moment.

Larion Zavhorodniy?

You are under arrest.

Where are you going?

It's time.

The guys already look
at me with a side glance.

I told you to stay here. And
you’re back to your thing.

I can't do it anymore.

Open your eyes!

All the chieftains were arrested.

Who’s the traitor? You or me?

And who didn't show up for the
council? -That's none of your business.

The Cheka took your Raven’s wife.

Here's the milk.

Why do you refuse to
eat? You are pregnant.

Do you care?

Do you think we are
monsters or something?

Then why am I here?

Because your husband is a traitor.

We shouldn’t’ve gone there.

We were betrayed. -That's what
I'm talking about. How come?

The chieftains were all caught and
you were the only one to get out?

I said right away
it was a stupid idea.

And yet you let them go there?
You sold off the chieftains.

Exchanged them for your wife.

What do you know about my wife?

You started disappearing from the compound.
-Don't lay the blame in someone else.

You let the chieftains down
and you want to do this to others?

And why are you, little
nothing, opening your mouth?

Forgot it’s the
chieftain in front of you?

He is no longer our
chieftain. I don't trust him.

Neither do the guys.

What about you, brother?

Gee-ho!

Gee-ho!

The old raven saw the ranks of
the Cold Yar fighters get thinner.

Many were killed. Some went for
the amnesty. Others were captured.

Someone managed to sneak abroad.

And some, out of despair, went
on to collaborate with the enemy.

In the woods, only
the fiercest remained,

the most devoted, those
true to their motto

Freedom of Ukraine
or death! to the end.

Although there was no more hope of a
general uprising or help from overseas,

there was not the
slightest hope of victory,

yet the Black Raven told himself

that no catastrophe
would ruin the goal.

Freedom takes root in their
blood, on their graves.

And the longer they
last in this fight,

the greater the hope
that their children

and grandchildren will
pick up their banner.

Why are you all wound
up? I was doing my job.

It wasn’t necessary
to sleep with him.

It was necessary for the cause.

What does the bandit
have that I don't have?

Carry on working for
us, but stay off my eyes.

Go away!

Would you like to dance?

Are you free now?

Don't you see?

You what? Barehanded?

Yes. I was standing by the
water, it swam up to me.

In China we say, if you can't win,

defend yourself. If
you want to win, attack.

Right.

The guys held a council. They
want you for our chieftain.

Yeah, for some mice, maybe.

They think they hid
themselves. In hay.

But only their heads. The
asses are sticking out.

We have betrayed our chieftain.

No, brother, he betrayed
us. You yourself left him.

I keep thinking
about what Raven said.

Really, what do you
know about his wife?

Nothing. I just said what
others were afraid to.

And if you don't believe your
brother, then go back to Raven.

And what got you so unwound?

Barely off your mom’s tit and already
opening your mouth wide on everyone?

Don't yell like that.
You’re teasing the dogs.

You’ll be gone, and
they’ll hang me tomorrow.

Please leave before sunrise.

Are we not fighting for you?

Scum.

For whom are you fighting,
brother? No matter what you do,

they will endure
everything. So, for whom?

Where are you heading,
little chicken?

I'm no little chicken, brother.

For a long time, I've been
trying to be polite with you.

Despite the fact that
your husband is a bandit.

An active chieftain.

Do you want to keep your baby?

Then all that is required of you is to
say a few words at one holiday event.

What do I have to say?

That you denounce your
bandit of a husband.

Think about the future.

Get up, brother. Get up.

I can congratulate you.

Zavhorodniy and other chiefs
are already on their way to Kyiv.

I wrote a report and
emphasized your efforts.

Then why did they beat me up?

To make it look truthful.

The Soviet authorities
promised to release me.

If they promised,
they’ll let you go.

Let's go!

"Arise ye workers from your slumbers

Arise ye prisoners of want..."

More cheerful, more cheerful.
-"For reason in revolt now thunders..."

Studying "The International".
So far without much success.

Should’ve sent these
ones to Kyiv as well.

I don't get what this
whole idea is about.

Their singing is bad,
and we are short of time.

The moral victory over the
bandits is important to us.

Their singing quality
is of little importance.

Let them sing.

Citizens bandits, let's
go again. From the start.

Sing.

Sing, you, stubborn crum.

"Arise ye workers
from your slumbers"

I don’t get it.

Are they singing "The
International" in their Uke language?

They don’t know otherwise.

Okay. Just don't overdo it.

We don't need them dead.
-That's right.

Let's go!

"Arise ye workers from
your slumbers" -Sharper!

Let go of me. Let go.

What, Khodia, did you shit yourself?

Where’s Kuzma?

What am I, my brother's guard?

They now behave like
masters of the land.

They’ve hung everywhere banners for
the fifth anniversary of the revolution.

And when is the anniversary?

The day after tomorrow.
At the Sugar Factory club.

They want to celebrate.

Well, so do we.

If you don't know how to
win, don't start a war.

You told me so yourself.
-I did.

And if you want to win, attack.

Right, Khodia?

Eat.

Well, that’s it, Khodia.

I’ll keep going on my own.

The fight was choked,

but no matter what, it
needed to have a continuation.

Leaving the black forest, Raven
was thinking about taking revenge

for the chieftain council. When
there is no hope of victory,

there is still a desire for revenge.

The desire, which all
Cossacks were burning with,

it brought most of
them to the forest.

It was necessary to
retaliate to the enemy,

remind everyone of themselves, show
the boys it was too early to give up.

You work at the factory,

you should know all
the ins and outs.

What is on your mind?

Uncle, we are preparing
for tomorrow's celebration.

My soul had a feeling you’d come.

You’re the last
thing I need now...

Are you coming?

So that’s why.

Hello, comrades.
-Hello.

Hello.

Comrades, I congratulate you all

on the fifth anniversary
of the Great Revolution!

Oh, and here’s the highlight
of the show: the repented ones.

Tonight, this stage will feature
a song and an amateur theater

that will show acrobatic stunts.

It’s remarkable, comrades,

that on the fifth anniversary
of the Great Revolution

we’re celebrating
one more victory.

The victory over the Cold Yar gangs!

Repent, then sing one
verse of the International.

Then you return backstage.

Put on clean shirts.

Don't worry. I'm here.

They are well guarded.

Ptitsin!
-One moment!

Brought your woman again?

It's a holiday today, isn’t it? -For some
it’s a holiday, for others it’s work.

Right, I see.

Here’s a task along your lines.

Guard her. If she gets
away, your head rolls.

Affirmative. But what for?
-You will convoy her yourself.

And then you’ll
go to see your woman.

By the way, did you tell her your
previous one was stabbed to death?

I forgot.

Exit!

I’ll be right back. Why
are you standing still? Move!

I don’t get one thing. What
goddamn reason are you here for?

Dying is not scary,
being hungry is scary.

What? -It's not scary
to die. Hungry is scary.

Will you ever be full, Khodia?

You'd better run away from here.

Well, goodbye then.

Freeze! Don’t move!

Don’t be a fool. Or I kill her.

Take your rattles away.

Keep something for yourself, uncle.

Don't worry about me.

Today, as a testimony of the
triumph of the Great Revolution,

comes the reformation
of its enemies.

Thugs repent for their crimes.

They repent for
giving up peaceful work

for the sake of beastly
burrows in the forests.

Let them speak. Let
the country hear.

Get them out of here.

It’s remarkable, comrades,

that on the fifth
anniversary of the revolution

we will hear one more...

The Petliura bandits

will repent for spilling blood on the
friendship with the brotherly Russian people.

So, Cossacks?
-Now it’s the time to repent.

Repent and keep repenting.
-I'm with everyone, guys.

Say your affirmative "Yes!"
to the Soviet authorities.

Goddamn it.

Shoot!

To arms!

Quiet, everyone! The
chieftains will repent!

What do we do with them?

Damn, we’ll have
to let these rats go.

Won’t have enough
bullets for everyone.

Well, let them live.

Live, sons of bitches.

Remember, you’ll never have
a quiet moment on this land.

If not us, then our children!

Get the hell out of here!

Guys, to the windows!

These are not much use.
To die more peacefully.

Peaceful or not, I'll
take some of them with me.

Quiet!

Go, go.

It's the end.

Little bitch.

Go, go.

Go.

There. It's from Khodia.

Damn. Will they
ever run out of them?

One day they will.

Why are you grinning?

On February 9, 1923,

the captured Cold
Yar chieftains started

an uprising in the
Lukyanivska prison.

They seized weapons
in the guard chamber

and for four hours, in the
middle of Kyiv’s city blocs,

were fighting with the enemy, all
safeguarding the last bullet for themselves.

The Black Raven assembled a
new squadron from the surviving

fighters and carried on the
battle till, at least, 1925.

THE END