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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 THREE
GOD SAVE THE TSAR!
Germans! Sons of devils!
One, one, one-two-three!
Excuse me, what is going on?
They are raiding the German embassy.
-Why the embassy? -Germans are there! They must pay!
Four to the left! Four to the right!
Get out of the vehicle! Don't forget your rifles!
Short thrust! About turn! Forward march!
To the right! Maintain the cordon!
A desolate landscape of ancient slopes, meadows, hollows...
still remembers herds of cows and burning plains.
Bravo!
Once again, night peeks out like cinders from the stove.
Set up a perimeter!
Excuse me, please. I need to get to that side.
-Go around, you can't go through. -Can I go through quickly?
They'll kill you, miss!
Please, I'm going to the hospital, it's right there.
-Go, but be quick. -Thank you.
Short thrust!
Turn around! Quick march! Rifle up!
To the line! Hit the target! Turn around!
And while its stirrups are tight, it races ahead wildly.
Bravo!
-Good afternoon. -Dasha!
You don't recognize me? I am Elizaveta Rastorgueva.
Ivan Ilyich Telegin's apartment. You visited us, remember?
-Of course I do. -Thank God.
Look, I have a huge request.
I know your brother-in-law Nikolay Ivanovich works in the city union.
Could you ask him to do something for me?
Ask?
Yes.
There is no work and I have absolutely no money.
I would be grateful for any job.
Although I would really prefer to work on a hospital train.
All right, I will talk to Nikolay today. Come back tomorrow.
Thank you.
Those were good times.
And now everyone is scattered.
Zhirov is in the Caucasus. Sapozhkov is at the front.
And do you know where Ivan Ilyich is?
I thought you were close.
He has gone missing.
I was so terribly in love with him.
Terribly. Terribly in love.
-The Germans feed us well. -Shut up, you fool.
You shut up, Your former Excellency.
-How dare you? -I do dare.
We're equals now. Both in captivity.
-Be quiet! -Why should I, for a prisoner?
Look at him! Bossing me around!
So that's how it is? The Germans are in charge of you now?
They feed us and let us live. I should've befriended them long ago.
Should have spit in your pretty face.
Quiet!
I said stand down!
They killed them! They killed them!
Good morning.
Here.
GOLOVIN
Nurse, I lost my foot. Why would I need a thermometer now?
Why should I care whether I have a fever or not?
There is a difference.
I would understand if we were fighting on our territory.
But we are dying for our Emperor's ambitions.
I feel ashamed for you, Lieutenant.
What do you mean, "Emperor's ambitions"?
Galicia was ours during the reign of Vladimir the Great.
Now we are simply retaking our land.
It's our Mother Russia. Russian people live there.
They are waiting for the chance to return to their homeland.
Personally, I don't need Galicia.
I need my foot.
Explain to me, Captain, what did I lose it for?
-For our great nation! -These are just words.
The truth is I have a fianc?e.
Had. Because I can't even write to her now.
What good am I to her like this? Crippled.
Your fianc?e must be waiting to hear from you, Mr. Golovin.
You should write to her.
No.
I don't want to ruin my beloved's life.
Now, let's see...
Tver, Kozlovsky Alley, the Golovins' house. Why do you need it?
I'll write a letter to his relatives. They must know his fianc?e.
She should come and support him.
Yes. That's right.
Here, honey. The bearer must go to the Red Cross.
Thank you.
Why thank me? It's your friend, what's her name...
Liza Rastorgueva who's going into battle. It won't be soon, though.
She needs to wait till an echelon is formed.
And Katya still doesn't write. Nobody does.
It's like they're gone. Or we are.
Dasha, honey. Something terrible is coming.
There's nothing left in life. No love, no warmth, no peace.
Only responsibility. Nothing but responsibility.
Don't shoot, I'm standing still.
-Here you go. -Thank you.
Liza, why do you need that hospital train?
You could work here, in the hospital.
No, it's you who should work in the hospital, Daria Dmitrievna.
I need to go to the front.
Are you that fearless?
It's not about fearlessness. It's about Ivan Ilyich.
What has it got to do with Ivan Ilyich?
Well, you're hurting because he's missing but you're doing nothing.
You're waiting, crying, taking care of the wounded.
Like in a novel.
But I'll go through hell for him.
I will find him. I'll die for him if I have to.
That's the difference between us.
Daria Dmitrievna, you still haven't changed?
The patient is already in the operation room.
-Yes, I'm sorry, I'll be right there. -By the way, your sister called.
-Sister? -Your sister.
Katya!
My dear girl.
Well.
Here's to being together again.
You have to agree, sweetheart,
wherever a Russian may live, he will always feel his homeland's call!
While I was there, I desperately wanted to go to Russia.
But now, here, I will probably miss Paris.
Miss it, if you want. Just don't leave here ever again.
I won't.
I'm so glad you came back.
You can't imagine how glad I am.
I'll go smoke in my office.
Marfa! Marfa!
Bring the tea to my office!
She was born to walk slowly.
Good God, thank you.
Katya.
-Aren't you glad you came back? -Why wouldn't I be? I am.
Glad to see you, be next to you, hug you.
-How are things with Nikolay? -We forgave each other.
There's no point in bickering. Life has changed so much.
You work in the hospital now. Nikolay said Ivan Ilyich went missing.
"Missing" doesn't mean "dead."
Do you remember... remember Liza Rastorgueva?
-Vaguely. -She's going to the front.
She wants to find Ivan Ilyich.
She says she loves him in a way that I can't.
She got you worried, didn't she?
But if he's alive, she will find him and be with him,
meaning she is stronger than me, and more worthy of love, isn't she?
If simply being closer makes you worthy of a person's love,
it's not love at all.
Marfa! Shall I wait for my tea till morning?
-It's spring already. -It's Galicia. It's always...
Madame.
-Good day. -Let me help you.
-Where's the doctor? -At the table. Please.
I grieve with all my heart
I know how malicious you are
But I sincerely love you
Elizaveta Rastorgueva, nurse. I was sent to the mobile infirmary.
-Are you the doctor? -I am. Please, later, later.
We're celebrating. We're drinking to Lieutenant Zhadov's award!
Hooray!
-Hooray for the hero! -Ivan Ilyich?
Ivan Ilyich!
I'm not Ivan Ilyich. You are mistaken, miss.
Sit down.
Don't be shy.
Pour me two.
Once again, here's to Lieutenant Zhadov, come on!
Quiet, quiet, quiet.
God.
Hooray!
I am Zhadov. Hooray for the hero!
Lieutenant Zhadov was recognized for resilience and courage in combat.
Right. When I get drunk, I go straight to the enemy's trenches
-and swear at them in four languages. -Nonsense! You're a hero!
-Hooray for the hero! -Hooray!
Don't listen to them, nurse. There are no heroes in war.
There are ambitious folks.
And fools. That's it.
When you go into battle, doesn't that make you a hero?
Nobody goes into battle. One is forced to go into battle.
And those who do are cowards.
-Are you a coward? -I am a coward.
That's what I was awarded for. Drink.
I must go. I'm tired. I just got off the train.
Wait.
What do you want?
You know what I want.
-As soon as you came in, I knew... -Get your hands off me.
-I would own you. -What makes you think that?
I want it.
Get on the ground!
Are you all right? Get under cover.
Give it to me.
With this very egg, we will do the Germans in.
Yet the Germans give out one egg per person, twice a month.
How do you like that?
They say that they give birth to skinless children, for God's sake.
Bismar?k told those fools that they should live in peace with Russia.
They didn't listen. They ignored it, so here we are, two eggs per month.
Nikolay, it's horrible when children are born skinless.
It doesn't matter who gives birth to them, the Germans or us.
I'm sorry, Katya, but you're talking nonsense.
When killings happen every day, it's so horrible. I don't want to live.
What do you want, sweetheart?
You have to learn what the state is the hard way.
The government continues to look suspiciously at public organizations
by force of habit, but it's already clear to everyone...
that it can't do without us.
I don't think so!
First we'll grab its finger and then we'll grab the whole hand.
I am very optimistic. Mark my words, girls.
The war will end with our brother, a public figure, taking the helm.
Everything that "Land and Liberty," revolutionaries, and Marxists
didn't manage to do, the war will.
Yes. Good day.
I can't live like this. I can't. I must do something, God knows what.
Katya,
if you want, we can work in the hospital together.
No, Dasha, I'm scared of blood, of suffering. I'm not ready.
-Maybe later, not now. -Fine, as you wish.
Don't be mad at me, please.
Good heavens, Katya.
I love you and I will support your every decision.
-Hello. -Hello, madame.
I need lieutenant Alexey Nilovich Golovin.
Golovin? Golovin...
-Second floor, officers' ward. -Thank you.
Alyosha.
How could you?
How could you think that I didn't need you?
I was losing my mind. I didn't know how to live.
I won't leave here without you.
Do you understand?
He woke up, thank God.
-Easy, easy. -Where am I?
-In hell. -Who are you? The devil?
I don't look like the devil. Don't have a pan, and I'm a sinner, too.
It's just Lieutenant Voskoboynikov.
-Ensign Telegin. -I welcome you, Ensign,
to a barracks with a magnificent name: "Putrid Pit."
What does it mean?
You see, here is where they keep bastards prone to running away.
It's you, me, and five more people.
There are the crosses, fencing. Peat bogs are behind them.
There's no way out. Only death.
There's always a way.
-I've escaped three times. -And me, only once.
And I will try again.
Easy, easy, easy.
A grave optimist.
I don't know, maybe I'm crazy, but I can't stop imagining
that she'll find him, confess her love for him,
and he'll hug her.
-Why are you torturing yourself? -Because I'm here!
I am here, and Liza is there!
And for that alone, if he's alive, Ivan Ilych will be grateful to her.
If love were born solely from gratitude,
I would be deeply in love with Nikolay Ivanovich!
But I don't love him, despite being eternally grateful.
And that's that.
Silly girl you are.
What is it? What? Water?
-You'll spend the night here again? -Yes.
Why?
It's my job, caring for patients.
-You had more surgery. -So that's why.
-And I thought you'd fallen in love. -No.
-You don't like cripples? -That's not the reason.
Marry me.
No.
Has anyone ever proposed to you?
No, never.
That's right. Because you're ugly.
-Did you know that? -I did, I did.
If I hadn't been a cripple,
the thought of marrying you wouldn't have even crossed my mind.
Do you understand?
-I do. -So what's the answer?
No.
You still hope to meet Ivan Ilyich.
I don't anymore.
No one's seen him, no one's heard anything about him.
There was a man, and now there isn't.
So what's the problem?
I love him.
Hush, hush.
-Come here. -What?
You're a fool.
That's it, come on. Call for a priest. We're getting married.
Come here.
I don't want to marry you.
Be quiet!
MY DARLING, SWEET DARIA DMITRIEVNA...
Telegin.
What are you doing, Telegin?
It's no use.
Letters sent from here are never received.
Mine will.
Good afternoon.
I am leaving, you know. They got me too.
Not for the war, but for the Red Cross.
Yes, surely, it's less dangerous. Though I don't care...
if they kill me or not.
Dasha!
Alexey Alexeyevich!
Forgive me.
I wanted to apologize to you, Daria Dmitrievna.
It's all forgotten.
Goodbye.
Was that what you caught up to me for?
Yes. I feel sorry for you.
Thank you for your compassion.
You are either a saint or a fool, Daria Dmitrievna.
Whichever you prefer.
You are a torment sent to me in the flesh.
It's so strange that I fancied Bessonov.
I was even in love with him.
And I find something else strange.
That I could love somebody at all.
It's impossible now.
It's like my soul has balled itself up into a fist.
It's old age.
Well?
It's not far from the barbed wire now.
It's hard to dig, but it'll be easy to leave.
I want it to end as soon as possible. I can't take it anymore.
It'll only take two or three days' of work now.
I am weak.
I might kick the bucket with this amount of food.
Where did you get it?
We'll be running for a month. We'll need a lot of food.
What willpower you've got, brother.
It's not willpower, I just want to live. I want to see my wife.
Telegin, lie down. Voskoboynikov, it'll be dawn soon.
The guards will come soon to check on us.
I assume that Vadim Petrovich, a man who just came back from the front,
can tell us how this war can end.
Any way. I don't care if we lose it.
-I raise. -What do you mean "lose?"
-Give up? -Why not? Not every war can be won.
No, gentlemen. I think that only a revolution can save us.
No, overthrowing the regime won't fix anything.
If the war is lost, the thieves will come
and eat weakened Russia alive.
Girls! Meet our guest. I present to you, Vadim Petrovich Roshchin.
He just came from the front.
My wife, Ekaterina Dmitrievna. And my sister-in-law, Daria Dmitrievna.
I am very tired. I should go to my room.
Gentlemen, please, forgive me.
You'll have to forgive me too.
-Let's continue, gentlemen. -Yes.
Well, I have supported...
Katya! What's wrong?
I don't know.
Come on, wake up. Get up. All of you!
Get up!
Don't get that close!
Out of my way.
I don't want to hear a sound!
Seems to be nothing.
That's okay.
It's late.
What was that?
Emergency!
Escape attempt!
Emergency in cell four.
Come here.
Come over here.
Escape attempt!
-What's going on? -Emergency!
Sir, here's a telegram for you.
Katya!
Katya! Finally, my work has been acknowledged!
Get up! Stand in one line! Fast!
We found a tunnel. Tell us who did it.
That's the instigator.
You are an instigator.
I am a Russian officer.
Shut up!
He does not want to be recognized.
It was my idea.
It's not true. I thought of it.
I thought of it.
-No, it was me. -It was me.
All right!
Lay mines on the premises and in the tunnel.
Get me the car. Right away!
They decided to mine it.
It's all over.
A couple pairs of pants will be quite enough for me.
Now, the vest. Thank you.
What is going on here?
Dasha, I'm leaving for the standing army.
Nikolay was appointed commissioner of the Western front.
-You're going to the army? -Of course, it's my duty.
Katya, we forgot to pack the pajamas.
Nikolay, pajamas at the front?
-What will I wear to bed? -I'll bring them.
Thank you.
All as you see.
Coward!
Keep quiet!
I don't want to hear a word.
We'll lay mines here and watch as it blows up.
And another one.
Take this. Be careful.
How German of them.
They don't fill up the hole, or even shoot us, but instead,
mine our way to freedom.
-There must be another way. -What way?
I don't know yet, but there must be.
That's what fate and time do to us.
I'm going to the front... Dasha is serving in the hospital...
Well, farewell!
You forgot to mention I'm the only one not doing anything.
-No, honey, I didn't even think-- -Everyone became so important.
Working for victory. Patriots.
But tell me.
Tell me why we got into that war.
-Why are people dying? -Katya.
Why is your fianc? missing? For what great purpose?
No one attacked us.
Katya, such are the state's interests.
Exactly! The state's.
Not yours, not mine, not Dasha's.
Kill me if you wish, but I don't understand that.
You are a woman, it's hard for you to understand.
Great.
Men wage wars, but women shouldn't think about them.
What do you want from me? Did I start this war?
For God's sake, stop fighting!
We are not fighting, Dasha. I was just saying that this war must end.
-It's easier to start a war than end it. -It's easy to end a war!
Stop fighting, that's it! Leave the battlefield!
Drop your weapons!
Whoever leaves the battlefield becomes a traitor and a deserter.
I don't understand why we sacrifice so much.
Who needs those sacrifices?
Why does your passion only come out during arguments?
It would be much more appropriate in bed.
Shut up!
Well, I really have to go.
My bag, Katya.
Well, girls, take care.
Goodbye.
Oh, Katya.
Roshchin is coming to fetch some documents tonight.
Give them to him, sweetheart. I left the package in the office.
-All right. -Well. God bless you.
Let's go, chum.
Maybe Nikolay's departure is for the best.
Maybe it is.
-Marfa, who called for me? -Katerina Dmitrievna!
I'm sorry for disturbing you so late.
I came to see Nikolay Ivanovich, but was told that he left.
Yes, an urgent trip. To the front.
Here, here's...
a package that Nikolay Ivanovich left for you.
Thank you very much, Katerina Dmitrievna.
-What is the news from the front? -We got stuck in Galicia.
-What can we do? -Fight to the death.
-But that's horrible. -Yes, it is horrible.
-Would you like some tea? -No, no, thank you.
-I have business to attend to. -Yes, of course, I understand.
Come visit us, we'd be very happy.
Thank you again.
God, what is wrong with me?
The horse is tired.
Everyone's tired. This road will never end.
What were you before the war?
I'm a poet.
If you don't want to say, don't.
I see you're not quite adjusted to this life.
-You'll have a hard time at war. -It was hard even before the war.
It will be the same afterwards. If I survive, that is.
Dasha! Dasha!
The Red Cross wagon was destroyed, no survivors.
Among those who served in the wagon...
Alexey Bessonov.
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