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SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING

ALEXEY TOLSTOY THE ROAD TO CALVARY

ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

EPISODE TWO

Well, the revolution is our dream.

Seems that your dream is coming true.

What don't you like about it, Ivan Ilyich?

I saw people get killed today.

I saw them die.

This is so painful. So painful.

Liza, enough! Enough!

Oh, Daria Dmitrievna,

I haven't yet set the table. I've just bought milk.

Marfusha, the shots were so loud there that...

Shots? Where?

How did it happen, Mr. Telegin,

you supported the rebellion of your workers against the authorities?

I'll explain it once again: I came to work,

I tried to get to the shipyard,

but the Cossacks you hired didn't let me in.

And therefore, Mr. Engineer, you stayed outside

to support the rebels?

My dear sir, I didn't give you the right to talk to me like this.

I've been working here for ten years.

And I don't sit in my chair all day. I work on the shop floor.

You haven't answered my question about your support of the rebels.

-And I won't. -Why's that?

Because I don't want to make excuses.

As you wish.

Well.

Be so kind as to sign your resignation,

and that will be all.

Did you really think, Telegin,

that revolution would be like a masquerade?

With music, dancing and smiles, right?

Well, no, I didn't think about revolution at all.

Why don't you join our movement, Ivan Ilyich?

Why do you fear the truth of the future? Of the coming split...

Liza! I was thrown out of the shipyard.

Thrown out.

I'm going to Kineshma to my relatives.

-Now this is a betrayal! -Yes. What about us?

What betrayal? Seryozha...

What betrayal? What are you saying?

Stay, live here. I don't bother you, do I?

I don't know.

Do you really like this bourgeois happiness?

-Do you? -Bourgeois happiness?

This is my dream.

-Samara-- -Please don't...

To Samara, Marfusha, Samara. I miss my father.

That's it.

Thank you for everything.

Send letters.

Are you going to come back? I'm scared to be alone here.

I am. And the baron is going to come back.

But when?

Farewell.

Ivan Ilyich!

It's you!

It's me.

This is some kind of miracle.

I'm going to Samara, to see my father.

-And you? -Me...

I'm going to Kineshma to my relatives.

You know, Daria Dmitrievna, I was scared to death of you.

You were afraid of me?

And now you don't?

No.

No.

You are just wonderful!

I envy you.

You envy me?

You've got your work and some sort of confidence.

And I don't have any of that.

And, moreover, I'm a woman.

You see? It's terrible!

At the moment, there's nothing to be jealous of.

I've been fired from the shipyard.

How come?

Just like that.

Everything here happens in a uniquely stupid and pointless way.

And what a nice reputation we Russians have.

It's unjust and a shame.

Just think, talented people and the richest country,

but what an illusion!

You must be disappointed!

Not much.

I just thought things would get better for us some day.

No worse than anywhere else.

Perhaps.

See you tomorrow, Ivan Ilyich.

-Yes! -It's Kineshma, sir!

I urge you to hurry up.

Where is everyone?

They're still sleeping, sir. It's early, after all.

All right, you go first, I'm following you.

N.V.GOGOL

Good morning!

Are we approaching Kineshma?

We have passed Kineshma already, miss.

Daria Dmitrievna!

Daria Dmitrievna.

I'm not sure how you're going to take what I've just done.

I deliberately didn't get off at Kineshma.

How am I going to take what you've just done?

I won't tell you.

-Good night. -Daria Dmitrievna.

If you leave now, and close the door,

my night won't be good at all.

Ivan Ilyich, I also won't be able to sleep,

but I'm still going to close the door.

I've been too happy these past few days.

To end it all like this.

Forgive me.

No, you forgive me.

Good night.

We've got...

an epidemic of ocular diseases now.

Not bad, not bad.

Not bad.

What did you want?

We doctors are cynical people, my dear.

What does an epidemic mean?

Work and money.

Deaths, Daddy.

Yes, darling, deaths, too. That's a given.

And deaths.

Oh, look. Speaking of death.

-"The Archduke has been killed." -Who?

"Archduke Ferdinand of Austria and his wife were killed in Sarajevo".

Simple as that. Dear me.

You know what?

I think the Austrians can give these Serbians a bashing.

What do you think of the Slavic issue, by the way?

I don't think of it.

Because the Slavic issue, sweetie,

is the lynchpin of today's global politics.

Don't smile.

Slavic people represent a mentally brand-new

and extremely dangerous type

for the European civilization.

I call that type "God-searchers."

Daddy, will you come back for lunch?

-I'm talking to you, actually. -Daddy!

Searching for God, Dashenka,

is the denial and destruction of all modern civilization.

Why is that?

I'm looking for God.

That means I look for truth inside myself.

And for that I have to be absolutely free.

Absolutely.

Then I destroy all the moral conditions

and the state itself, which keeps me on a leash,

do you understand?

And this is the period of sickness Russia is going through at the moment.

In light of this, will you come for lunch, Daddy?

-No! -Daddy...

I've got scarlet fever.

At Postnikov's country house.

I don't want us to part.

-We'll see each other tomorrow. -That's not what I mean.

I want to be with you always.

I want you to be my wife.

But I'm married already.

Get a divorce.

I can't. We were married by a priest.

What a formality!

Not for me!

And that's why you're on a date with me?

I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you.

Why did you say that then?

Because it's true.

I first met you in St. Petersburg.

At the art salon.

I was too shy to approach you.

I thought of you, dreamed of you.

And here in Paris I finally worked up the nerve.

I've been in love with you for a long time.

-I don't know what to say. -Don't say anything.

Just give me a chance...

to prove to you that I...

am not lying.

Don't walk me out.

It's very difficult for me to speak French... the language.

The language.

"Dashunya, Paris is very beautiful.

So many Russians live here.

You know, Dasha, I'm not the only sinner.

My friends here told me about Nikolay, that he was close with a woman.

She's a widow with two children.

And the third child is Nikolay's.

I was so hurt at first.

I felt terribly sorry for this little kid.

Oh, Dashunya,

sometimes I wish I had a baby.

But you can only have a baby with someone you love.

Have a baby as soon as you get married,

do you hear me?"

Daddy...

-Yes, sweetie. -What happened?

-He died. -Who?

My patient with scarlet fever.

A boy, really. Only three years old...

-Oh, my God. -Oh, please, no hand-wringing.

I hate this silent movie stuff.

Life is terrible, darling.

And it always ends the same way.

Death.

But life goes on, damnit,

we have to live, got it?

Do you hear me?

Look. It's from Katya.

Tell me, for the love of Christ...

Has Ekaterina finally broken up with her husband or what?

Oh, Daddy, no one knows anything.

That's true. No one knows anything.

No one.

You know, I was thinking.

You ought to go to Revel, to Nikolay Ivanovich.

Why?

First you tell him

that he's a scatterbrain and a clunker.

Tell him to immediately go to Paris, to his wife.

Wait! Wait!

He should beg her,

damn her,

he must fall on his knees, after all...

You've got to do something.

Listen, this is not a bad idea

I've come up with here.

Do you hear me?

Nikolay Ivanovich!

Oh my God! Dasha!

What happened?

-Is it something with Katya? -Calm down.

I've got a letter here from her for you.

Dear friend!

Very gallantly! I shouldn't have come.

Of course, you should have! I'm so glad to see you.

I noticed that.

Dasha, no offense, no offense, I...

You must be famished!

Are you hungry?

That is all right.

When it starts raining,

my bird will fly back to my house.

I love Katya so much no matter what.

Is that true?

About Sofia Ivanovna.

Well, even if it is true,

it only means that Katya and I are even.

Oh, is that it?

You know, if I were Katya, I would have done the same to you.

This is your Bulavin nature. You always complicate things.

Don't complicate it, Dasha.

Be closer to nature!

-Bulavina, Daria Dmitrievna? -Yes.

A letter for you.

Thanks.

It's from my father.

Well...

"Dasha, I'm sending you a letter from Katya.

I read it and didn't much like it.

Everything is as usual. It's very hot.

I also got a postcard from a Telegin, but I lost it."

Daddy, come on!

-What happened? -He lost it, you see?

He lost a letter that was important to me.

Have some mercy, Dasha,

he's... an old man.

-He's an egoist and a slob. -Easy, wait a minute.

Listen to what Katya wrote.

"I had happiness, no matter what.

Beloved ones.

And now, not a trace remains.

And my heart seems to have run dry.

I know, I feel it. A great grief is coming.

This is my payback for living badly."

Yes, we are living badly.

These endless pleasures are going to end one day...

with an outburst of despair!

What can I do about it?

I look at the sea here sometimes.

And think,

there must be some other Russia.

Where people plow the soil,

pasture their livestock,

dig around for coal.

Forge and build.

That Russia sustains us! And we...

We're papillons.

No, of course, we write books,

make speeches, talk politics, but all in all

these are just pastimes of ours.

Nikolay Ivanovich, we're talking about Katya.

About Katya!

And you're talking about yourself again.

No, no, no, Dasha. No, no.

Katya is a pretty, timid and sweet woman. And I... spoiled her!

Ravaged her!

Could you please bring some champagne, darling?

Come off it. I don't want champagne.

It's foggy after the rain.

Lamps are shining outside.

Everything is dead, these people are dead.

No, no, no!

Wait, wait!

Please, not today. I feel bad.

I feel bad.

When shall I come?

Later...

Later.

Later, please.

Later on.

-I'll come back once. -Later.

-Hello, Daria Dmitrievna! -Ivan Ilyich!

-Please, sit. -How did you know I was here?

-Your father wrote to me. -My God, I was mad at him!

Wait, Daria Dmitrievna. Leave it for later!

Please.

It doesn't matter. I'm here to say goodbye.

Why?

The war.

What war? Against who?

Germany.

I was called up.

Farewell.

Ivan Ilyich!

Ivan Ilyich!

You know, I...

I so longed to see you, I...

I will love you so much!

No, that's not correct. I...

I love you so much already.

I will love you my whole life.

Quiet! Quiet!

First, letters for the officers.

-Ensign Nezhniy. -Ensign Nezhniy was killed.

-Petrukhin. -Aye!

In this fog, they'll surely try crossing the river.

-Egorov! -Aye!

Thank you.

Sidorenko!

Killed yesterday!

-Volkov! -Aye! Aye!

Trifonov!

It's me, it's me.

-Ensign Telegin! -Aye!

Thank you.

"What happened between us is so great and so sudden

that I can't come to my senses.

I will love you dearly and faithfully.

I know that I should not write this, but still:

be careful in the war."

Ensign, Lieutenant Colonel Rozanov is calling you.

Who should work the soil? Women?

They�ve hacked us apart enough.

But the generals won�t stop fighting anytime soon.

Lieutenant Colonel, Ensign Telegin reporting.

Here's the thing, my dear.

We'll need to work a little today.

We need, my sweet Ivan Ilyich,

to make it through to the other side.

The simpler the better, I think.

It's not necessary to build a bridge.

Just wade across the river.

Take two platoons and cross the river.

Most importantly, fortify your position.

Got it? Fortify your position.

Come, fast!

Faster, on position.

Don't drop down! Don't dig in!

Don't drop down! Don't dig in!

Attack, fellows!

-Follow me! -Attack!

Your grace, he's not giving it up...

Your grace, he's pinned down...

Retreat!

Your grace, is this your cap?

-Would you like some porridge? -No.

You shouldn't have killed him.

The machine gunner?

Of course, I shouldn't have.

He had his little house,

and his family.

At first, when I killed my first one,

I couldn't eat, I felt sick.

Now I've got my tenth, or ninth,

and I'm all right.

Maybe you wish to take a nap, your grace?

And you?

I'm all right, I won't nod off.

Connect me to headquarters!

The device isn't working.

-Goddamn it... -We're surrounded, your grace.

-What should we do? -Get out!

Get out from the blockade!

Let's get out. Go!

Let's break through. Go, go!

-Bonjour. -Bonjour.

Sir?

Are you looking for someone?

Is the lady here?

She�s left already.

-She�s left? -Yes.

She settled her accounts, and left with all her bags.

But how�

It can�t be�

I�m sorry.

Thank you.

-Thank you. -And you.

Idiot!

Got carried away.

Want some?

Drink, please.

Dasha, honestly, you can't go on like this.

You eat air, live inside your exalted feelings;

the war is going on, my dear.

Every morning starts with one question:

A letter? Is there a letter? You don't even say hello.

Good morning.

Your Telegin has no time to write, he's at war.

You women think only of love.

How lucky you are, Nikolay.

You don't love anyone.

That's not true.

Not true.

I love your sister, but I also have work to do.

I don't have time to walk around like a shadow,

wringing my hands, asking "where's Katya?" Why doesn't she write?

Can't you do real work and worry for a loved one at the same time?

You'll understand, Dasha,

as soon as you find work.

Perhaps you're right, Nikolay.

All I do is wait for letters from Ivan Ilyich and Katya.

The world is at war, and I care about insignificant things...

Yes.

Enjoy your meal.

-To the operating room! Now! -Let's go.

Well... Bravo.

Daria Dmitrievna...

Don't give water to the patients, no matter how much they ask.

-Only with my permission. -All right.

Remember, only dying patients may receive morphine.

All right.

One more thing, Daria Dmitrievna...

INFIRMARY

...I'd like you to assist me during the operation,

since you're the daughter of a doctor.

You're not afraid of blood?

-I'm not. -That's great.

One little young lady passed out the other day.

Sergey Konstantinovich...

If you're not able to work, you'd better leave now.

Out of the way.

Good for you!

I didn't expect that...

Usually people come here with high-minded ideas;

but after seeing some gangrenous wounds,

half of them leave immediately.

I'll work. I'm not going to leave.

Did something happen?

My fianc? has not sent me a letter from the front...

for two months already.

I-- I'm so afraid to see him on one of these cots.

But I'll be happy to see him,

it doesn't matter how, so long as he's alive.

I'm jealous of your fianc?.

Bring the next one in!

The more they beat us, the sooner revolution will come.

You're crazy. As much as I dream of revolution...

surrender to the Germans to that end is not an option.

-Good evening, gentlemen. -Good evening, Dashenka.

My respects, Daria Dmitrievna.

It's great that you've come.

-Grace our common... -Marfusha!

-Pour the lady some soup! -No, thanks,

I don't want soup.

Daria Dmitrievna, what do you think of the war?

The topic is very popular in society now.

What can I think of the war, Antosha?

Today at the hospital I saw an officer die from his wounds.

He was barely twenty years old.

Then I assisted in an operation. A man's leg was amputated.

-What can I think? -Here. Did you hear that?

Why do we need new casualties?

The sooner we win, the better.

How can we win, my dear?

-We're knee-deep in war now. -And who's to blame?

Our government.

They got Russia into the war.

-You're quite right. -So, write about it.

You have a liberal newspaper.

-Why don't you criticize the government? -Because then they'll shut us down.

Censorship.

Oh, you're afraid of censorship? There's your opposition.

We're ready to criticize the authorities

only when we know that there won't be consequences.

If our newspaper is closed...

the rudiments of a free press will die.

I think the government

is a minor matter now. First, we have to win

and only then can we assign blame.

I share the opinion, gentlemen.

I don't support the government, I'm a patriot and I work for victory.

And I'm for sabotage.

If our soldiers turn on the state,

we can build a more just society.

Oh, really, dear? Give away our territories?

No revolution in the world will make me give Kiev away, for example.

I will never... What's wrong?

What's wrong?

What's wrong, Dashenka?

Don't think bad thoughts.

He's gone missing, he's not dead.

PRISONERS-OF-WAR CAMP

What is this?

A prisoner of war camp.

Keep walking. Come on.

Thank God.

What's so great about it?

It means they won't shoot us.

We don't know what's worse.

I am a simple man, your grace.

To me, life is more valuable than any rhetoric.

-Welcome to the POW camp! -Hurry up now.

-Go, go, go! -Shut up!

Get up. You'll get yourself shot.

Don't make a fuss.

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