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SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING
ROAD TO CALVARY ALEXEY TOLSTOY
ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL OF THE SAME NAME
EPISODE SIX
You woke up, darling.
Read it, it's for you.
I can't read.
"Like the wind, the living force will jokingly eliminate the lies,
however many nests a swallow builds on the edge of the shores of being.
Do not chase the wave, soon the thaw will launch the boat...
and grand as a national dance, the streams will rush to each other.
Birds' wild wedding songs are coming from the south.
The doors are open wide to the threshold of the great meadow.
Sunlight is streaming in lightly
and the line of the ink waltz is running again...
like milk runs from a stove,
the river flowing full with life."
My love.
My darling, when my husband and son died
I thought my life was over...
but I love you...
like I've never loved anyone before.
Dmitro? You're alive?
-Can't you see? -I see, Dmitro...
I thought you were dead.
Where's our son?
He's dead.
Get up. Get up!
Please! Don't hurt him!
Dmitro! Forgive me!
Go to the yard, I don't want to spill blood in the house.
To the yard!
Dmitro... I'm sorry.
Go!
Get out!
-I said, "Get out!" -No!
Hanna!
Come on!
Hail to the revolution!
Salute!
-Stop! -Salute!
Stop!
-Katya! -Vadim!
It's all right, all right...
Katya!
-Is everything all right? -Everything is all right.
It's all right...
Come on. Let's go.
Forward! Go!
How could we let our enormous country be destroyed?
Hand power to savages...
-Is it our fault? -Whose then?
For example, mine. I am to blame as well.
Stop it. It's not your fault the soldiers ran away from the front.
What's there to say now? The revolution has happened.
We need to think about what to do next.
I don't think the Bolsheviks will hold on for long.
-And what if they do? -No.
No.
Let's consider the worst-case scenario.
Then we only have two options.
Either we run from that power or we fight it.
No! No!
I don't want any more battles.
I don't want Ivan to fight.
I want to have a baby.
I want to raise him and live.
-I want to live. -Hush, hush...
Look, what if we go to live with Father? To Samara?
It's quiet there, it's far from St. Petersburg.
Father will keep us safe and warm...
until things calm down.
Good heavens, Katya.
I'm about to give birth, how can I go to Samara?
Vadim...
I was so scared today! I was really scared!
It's all right. It's over now.
Vadim, Katya...
Here.
To your happiness.
The night is long...
-and I'm out of smokes. -Yeah.
When a servant doesn't have a wife, only two things can bring him joy.
-A sauna and some tobacco. -Yes.
Well, gentlemen, would you mind giving us the keys?
Come on!
Stop!
-Friends! Guys! Don't kill me! -Quiet!
Don't shoot!
Don't shoot...
That's it.
Wrap up.
Let's go.
Don't you ever tell me who to kill and who to let go again.
Is that clear?
Were you scared? It'll be easier next time.
The thrill will take over you.
Militia!
Militia!
Militia!
Come on!
We should have finished him off. It's all you and your whining.
Bring the paddles.
We'll be in Novorossiysk in two days.
There they are, there!
There!
Drop the paddles, run!
Shoot!
Come on!
-Jump. -No!
Stop!
-Stop! -Don't worry, we'll jump together.
On the count of three.
Okay! Your hand!
All right, one... two...
three!
They killed themselves.
Serves them right.
Let's go.
Well?
In a situation like this, one has to learn to swim with one hand!
Thank God, it's all here.
I lost my ring.
Doesn't matter. My pockets are full of rings like yours.
-Losing a ring is bad luck. -Stop it, silly. Take off your coat.
Or you'll catch a cold.
-It's cold... -Of course, it's cold!
Winter is coming.
Come on, come on.
Do you need help?
Get up, we need to go.
Excuse me, do you need help?
Everyone needs help these days.
But, alas, not everyone can pay for it.
I don't need money, I only want something that burns, wood.
My wife is pregnant, I can't let her get cold.
-Go up, there's still some left. -Thank you.
Hey, sir! What are you doing?
-The owner gave me permission. -He's not the owner anymore.
Neither are you, isn't that right?
You're wrong, I own everything now.
What did you say? Who's the owner?
As long as I stand in my home, you are just Grisha the street sweeper.
Get out!
Thank you, I didn't want to fight the street sweeper.
Yes... It's come to this. What times we live in.
My cook told me that there are some muggers in the city now.
"Jumpers". They tie springs to their soles.
It allows them to jump across fences.
Thank you for your help.
Take care. Goodbye.
Goodbye.
Oh, no, I don't think I'll ever get warm again.
Ivan and I are trying to save wood now. We bought a cast-iron stove.
We try to live in only one room.
We heat it non-stop, but it doesn't work.
It never gets any warmer.
But we won't whine and whimper, will we?
We won't.
For example, I hope that Vadim will find a job.
And I hope Ivan will find some wood.
Oh, my God, what time is it?
He promised to pick me up at seven.
Then he'll be here any moment.
Then I'll go meet him halfway, because I'm tired and sleepy.
I won't let you go anywhere. I'll make you some tea.
Katya...
Where will you go in such cold? Dasha...
Dasha?
Dasha!
Dasha! Dasha!
Thank God!
Thank God you're alive!
Hang on just a little.
-Hang on... -It hurts...
-Hang on a little... -It hurts a lot.
Hang on... Thank God... Alive...
Thank God...
Hello. Speak.
Ivan? Yes, yes! I hear you.
What happened?
Don't worry, I'll find a midwife.
What's wrong?
What?
Dasha was attacked.
She's having the baby ahead of time. She's in labor!
-Ahead of time... In labor! -Pull yourself together!
Pull yourself together.
It'll be all right.
Miss, put me through to the military hospital.
Sergey Konstantinovich, wait a second.
Sergey Konstantinovich, it's Katya!
Dasha Bulavina's sister!
Sergey Konstantinovich...
Help us out! Please...
Doctor! Come in.
-Doctor! -Where is she?
Here.
-Did you heat the water? -Just as you said.
How close are the contractions?
It's every second!
She's exaggerating. It's every ten minutes.
So, we still have time.
Ekaterina Dmitrievna...
Hush...
Katya!
Why is it taking so long?
I can't answer that...
I don't know how long childbirth takes.
Neither do I.
Then why do you think it's taking too long?
Because I can't wait any longer!
You have to understand. The clock has stopped!
I didn't notice! I wanted to heat the room better.
What have I done? What have I done?
Ivan... You have a son.
A son!
What a joy! Congratulations!
Congratulations!
A son...
Let me thank you with more than with words.
No, no, don't even think about it.
-How can I not, you came... -You're not just some strangers.
-Thank you. -Ekaterina Dmitrievna...
You see, the birth was difficult.
The baby swallowed a lot of water,
and he was born ahead of time, it's a problem.
But then he started crying...
Doesn't that mean it's all over?
And, after all, God is merciful.
He is.
-Goodbye. -Goodbye.
Good night.
A son.
Can you imagine, he couldn't even breathe at first...
They shook him, but he kept silent.
It was so scary.
And now it's all fine.
-You should sleep, get some rest. -No, no way!
I can't sleep.
I must see him at all times.
My little sweetie.
Are you tired?
They love each other so much, Dasha and her husband.
I don't want their happiness to be marred.
It is not marred yet, maybe everything will be fine.
I will pray to God for them.
Do you always pray to God for others' happiness?
I pray for mine as well.
Let's get married.
Are you joking?
You can go, I'll stay in case the baby wakes up
or Dasha needs some help.
-Telegin is there with her. -Telegin?
Telegin's her husband and I'm her sister.
The baby needs a woman's care.
I want us to have kids.
I want a baby too.
I said "kids".
That's more than one.
All right. If you say so.
Cold.
Cold...
He's cold.
He's cold!
He's cold!
He's cold!
He died while I was asleep!
Wait! Wait!
Dasha! Dasha!
Dasha! Dasha!
-Dasha! -Where were you?
Why didn't you meet me?
He would've been born on time!
Dasha!
Don't touch me! Don't touch me!
Dasha! Dasha!
How did it happen?
Leave! Leave me alone!
Dasha!
How? How?
How? How?
How?
Vadim, when I was in captivity...
I thought that was the scariest thing that would ever happen to me.
-But here we are... -I'm sorry, I...
-I don't know what to tell you. -Say nothing. Words won't help.
It's my fault, from start to finish.
We never baptized him.
Never named him.
Ivan said it would be Ilya.
Like his father.
Ilya.
What was our Ilya like?
Kind? Mean?
Funny?
Sad?
That's it, sister.
-That's it. -Don't torture yourself.
Sweetheart, honey...
You have to go on living...
for my sake, for your husband's.
-I don't love him anymore. -Don't say that.
You're not yourself right now.
Yes.
I'm not myself.
And I don't know who I am.
We have to go on living, I have to find a job.
But no one needs engineers these days.
No one needs anyone these days.
There's no state, power has been destroyed.
Banditry and anarchy are all around.
There are also the Bolsheviks.
The Bolsheviks. Who knows how this will work out?
Come on, come on.
Doesn't matter if it'll work out or not.
It won't bring our boy back.
Let's go to Samara to live with Father together.
Think it over.
-It's calm there. -I won't go.
All right.
We will all stay here together.
No, it's not right.
You and Vadim must leave.
-I won't leave you... -I will come!
I will come later.
I will calm down a little, and I will come.
Leave me the keys to your apartment.
Why?
Sometimes I just want to be alone.
Just be alone.
Away from this room.
Is that understandable?
Of course.
Of course.
Come as soon as you can, please.
I'll try.
And write. Write every day, will you?
Katya, I will write, but you know how things are with the post now.
-You know how it works. -It doesn't matter.
Just write and I will be waiting.
Here we are.
Here.
Just a second.
Thank you.
ST. PETERSBURG - SAMARA
Have a nice trip.
Attention! The train to Revel has arrived at platform three.
I repeat! The train to Revel has arrived at platform three.
The train to Revel has arrived at platform three!
Telegin! Ivan Ilyich!
-What a meeting. -I didn't expect to see you here.
-You are agitating the soldiers? -That's right.
I recall how the factories closed after you had agitated the workers.
What are you trying to achieve now? For everyone to just go home?
-To fight for the revolution. -We've fought our share! Enough.
The main war is yet to come.
-What war? -The civil war.
So you, comrade engineer, will have to choose a side.
The side of your people or the side of our class enemy.
Rubylov, pal, I'm one of the "people" too, what's the difference?
In each person's soul.
All right, you have a soul and I have a wife. I must go.
Ivan Ilyich... Come to Smolny tomorrow.
I'll tell Comrade Sapozhkov about you.
-He'll explain it better. -Sapozhkov?
Excuse me. Dasha!
Soldiers!
This is the sacred moment
when you've taken over the administration of your country!
Not long ago, the tsarist regime was forcing you to rot in trenches
for the interests of the exploiters.
For their profit!
Now your protection is required by our young country.
Our own interests.
So, let's not allow the enemy of the proletariat
to crush our aspirations!
We can't just wait to see how things will work out. It's wrong.
It's like we're pawns, not people. What do you think?
-Nothing. I can't think anymore. -Dasha!
My darling, sweetheart...
You need to find strength to buck yourself up. You can't stay this way.
-You're fading away. -Is it my fault I didn't die then?
Dasha. What can I do for you? What?
Leave.
Just leave.
They just have to come out!
They can't come out!
We're here, so we have to work together!
If they outflank us...
Comrades!
They just have to come out!
-Of course! -They can't come out!
The forces are concentrated here!
Stop. Present your pass.
I came to see Sapozhkov.
-You can't come in without a pass. -I don't have a pass!
Comrades...
I'm asking you not to interrupt each other! We can't hear anything!
Sergey! Sergey Sergeyevich!
Telegin! My friend!
Rubylov told me you'd come, but I didn't expect you so early.
Early? It's 11:00...
It's already 11:00? I'll be right with you.
Please, comrades! Please!
Don't interrupt each other! Listen!
And reach an agreement, it's not that hard!
Come to my office, I'll get you some tea.
-So? -Nothing yet.
I have no food to offer you, please forgive me.
-Only cigarettes. -These days, that's quite a lot.
We have to start from scratch. Sit down.
We have to start everything from scratch.
Heating, food provisions,
-transport... -Why did you destroy all that?
How could we not?
A revolution isn't a walk in the park.
One has to crush everything,
take all the old-regime rubbish to the junkyard of history.
So, Ivan Ilyich?
Why did you come? To join us or what?
I'm trying to understand how to move on.
-You're on the Bolsheviks' side now. -Yes, I'm with the Soviet power.
And whose side are you on?
On Russia's side. I fought for it at the front.
But what do you think Russia is?
The territory or the people?
-That's a strange question. -It's not strange.
Russia is its people.
You and I, we used to fight for Russia's territory above all.
And we'd sacrifice our people.
And the Bolsheviks don't want any wars or oppression.
No rich, no poor. Complete equality.
Everyone works, everyone is rich, and everyone has equal opportunities.
And you assume that's possible?
If we share everything, it is.
Of course, it is!
Plants, factories, land are all ours. That's the higher justice.
I don't know. You speak well, but can you achieve it?
Any idea, even a good one, can be distorted.
I agree with you on that.
That's why the more honest people we have on our side,
the sooner we'll win.
Come on, Ivan Ilyich. We have to launch factories now.
Organize industries, boost the economy.
And we'll have to fight for our bright future as well.
So, choose what's right for you.
I need time.
You have it, but not much.
-Comrade Sapozhkov! -Yes!
-A message for you! -I'm coming.
I'm going to the front soon.
So... You just drink tea, think.
Maybe you'll think of something.
Here! A telegram from Narva.
Kornilov... Bastard!
All right...
Write.
Dasha!
Dasha!
Dasha, I think... I've made up my mind.
I have too. I'm leaving you.
I don't have feelings for you anymore.
-I understand, it's my fault... -Yes, it's your fault.
But what is there to say now?
Forgive me, please, Dasha.
I'm sorry, I can't.
Smolny... Miss...
Sapozhkov...
The line of defense follows the railway embankment in this area.
If we are outflanked, we will have to retreat towards the city.
-The formed-- -Quiet, comrades!
Quiet. Sapozhkov is speaking!
Sergey Sergeyevich, it's Telegin. I'm in.
Well, I approve of your decision.
Be in Smolny tomorrow. I'll give you an assignment.
You'll be fighting General Kornilov.
It could be the Devil for all I care.
POETRY EVENING OF ALEXEY BESSONOV
Once again, night is peeking like ash from the stove.
It is spreading its black veil across the field
and, as a predator chases its victim,
it reaches the light and enslaves it.
The blinding darkness is all around,
a speckled horse inhales the land's dream.
And as its stirrups are tight,
wildly, it is racing ahead.
My God, that makes no sense.
-Daddy! -Katya! My girl!
I'm so glad.
I'm so glad.
What joy!
My girl! Don't wait, take it inside, please. Who is that?
-It's my husband. -Husband...
-Very nice to meet you. -Roshchin, Vadim Petrovich.
I said it's nice to meet you. Come inside.
Come on, it's cold.
By the way, have you read the news?
The Soviets are encouraging the German workers and peasants
to force their government to sign a peace treaty with us!
My friends, it's nothing but a joke!
Force the government!
What are they hoping for? Incredible stupidity!
Is it heavy? Please, come in.
I'm so glad you came.
Hello. I'm leaving, for the front.
To the Don.
Take care of yourself.
-May I hug you? -No.
You take care of yourself too, and know that I--
Don't. Don't say anything.
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