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SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING

THE ROAD TO CALVARY ALEXEY TOLSTOY

ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

EPISODE SEVEN

...accidentally jumped out of the window and nearly died.

What a country!

The empire has gone to hell!

The war is fuc--

I beg your pardon, lost to the Germans. What a shame.

Clearly, they will now occupy southern and central Russia.

And we will be living in Rusland. I'm just delighted with that.

-Father... -I am!

We will enter the service and training of Germans,

and who knows, may become humans. Thank God.

It is order above everything.

No way, Dmitry Stepanovich! We're more than German mulch.

We will defend Russia,

and punish those responsible. The punishment will be harsh.

In no time at all.

Are you delirious, you... What do I call you? My dear son-in-law...

Who will be defending that, huh?

Who? Those deserters who run away from the front,

-flinging up their heels! -Father!

Yes! Goodbye!

Thank you for breakfast.

Attack! Attack!

Onward, brothers!

Onward!

Where are you running to?

Where? Stay put!

-Hooray! -Go!

Stay put!

Go!

Where... What the devil?

-Zhukov? -What?

Telegin!

I'm sorry, I didn't know it was you.

And if you knew...

Zhukov... Zhukov!

Zhukov!

I'm sorry, Zhukov...

This is war. I'm sorry.

Forgive me, Zhukov.

Comrades, if you're not registered in the labor department, you can go.

How do I get registered?

Get your documents together.

The list is on the board.

Come back to the department.

Your papers will be processed between eight and nine in the morning.

When you register, come back here.

What on earth is this?

What are we supposed to do?

-For crying out loud! -Comrades!

How long do we have to tolerate this? Every single day...

You know, I've been coming back here for two weeks.

There are no jobs and no allowance.

-They said they would give food... -Comrades!

We call on the working class of Germany...

But when will it happen?

...France, England to force their murderous governments

to immediately conclude an honest, democratic peace treaty...

with the new Russia.

Out with the imperialist war.

All hail the brotherhood of nations!

Hooray!

Hooray!

So?

Would you heat the samovar, please?

I just did.

Oh! My dear son-in-law!

Who owns nothing and even more...

How are things?

Same old.

-No jobs anywhere. -Shall we?

Do you want me to tell you why you can't find a job?

And why is that?

Because you don't want to work for Bolsheviks.

Believe it or not, I don't.

I'm curious, what's wrong with them?

How are they different from the tsar? If you ask me, not at all.

Power is power, no matter where you are.

Take Govyadin, Semyon Semyonych.

He pulled some strings, and what do you know?

A big man now.

Used to be just like us, by the way.

-Liberal-minded. -Father, stop it!

We can't follow Govyadin's example.

My dear, that's a matter of opinion. For example, today, they offered me

the chance to become Head of City Hospitals.

And I won't play hard to get, or refuse. Do you want to know why? Huh?

Why?

Because by summer...

Samara will be occupied by the Germans.

And I would love to make it till summer...

May I ask you where you get medical supplies from?

-They say there's none in the city. -Yes.

That's why I give enemas. Yes.

Go deep into the underlying causes of our blessed anarchy

and you will run into a blocked stomach.

Therefore, enemas for everyone!

It would be good to start with you.

Father.

You and your naturalism...

Stop right there!

Come here.

You know, this husband of yours...

is a military man, not a pretty girl.

And while he is living in my house...

he must drop his...

noble sensitivity.

Go and let him know.

I'm not done.

Why doesn't he have a job?

He is not willing to work for the Bolsheviks...

Then why is he willing to stuff himself with my bread and butter?

Go and tell him that!

-Any losses? -There are some.

Telegin!

-Alive? -Alive.

Go, I will patch him up.

-What do you have there? -Nothing, just a scratch.

If nothing, what's with the face? You should be excited.

The white officer who shot me...

was Lieutenant Zhukov.

We escaped from the Germans with him.

Well, brother, that's how it is now.

Get used to it.

I'm afraid I can't.

That's fine.

You will.

Comrade Sapozhkov!

-Comrade Sapozhkov! -What?

There's a column with a white flag.

Who? For whom? Get better.

It looks like they are civilians.

Civilians?

Halt! Stop, stop.

How did you get through the positions of the White Army?

They let us through. They took pity on us and let us through.

And you, let us through, comrade, for the sake of God!

If we could just get to Rostov.

-From there, it's all God's will. -Step aside...

Come over here.

Stop. Stop.

Bessonov? Is that you?

Maybe Bessonov, maybe not.

Only God knows.

Do you recognize me?

Sapozhkov!

Yes.

-Check out the cart. -Yes, sir.

It's a mandate.

You can use it to get a ticket at the station.

To eat at a buffet and, you know, solve any problem.

It has my stamp and signature.

Thank you.

-Pass by! -Thank you.

Thank you.

Close ranks!

Keep up!

Do you need porters?

Negative.

Your Nobleness.

Your Nobleness.

I know that they need a night watchman in a shop nearby.

Thank you, but I have to refuse. I have a wife.

I can't leave her alone for a night.

Your Nobleness...

I want to tell you... I heard it from an old friend...

They need military men in the Workers' Militia.

They say they take former officers.

Thank you.

Comrades, crime is a temporary phenomenon.

Once we succeed in building a fair society,

it will disappear by itself.

Till then, we need to keep fighting these rebels brutally.

Here is the deal:

We were assigned to deal with thefts and robberies.

You know, it's a port city.

A lot of rough types around.

How do you catch them?

Well, normal thieves and robbers are a piece of cake,

but we have a couple of guest performers here.

Those are difficult to catch.

A girl in a restaurant spots a client and takes him to her chamber.

And then he ends up with a bashed-in head, no money and no watch.

Most likely, she's just bait.

Her sidekick does all the killing and robbing.

-Cherchez la femme? -What?

It's French for "Look for the woman."

The girl would not fall for us.

Too frayed.

But you, Comrade Roshchin, look like a bag of money.

Well, money happens to be exactly what I don't have.

First of all,

she knows nothing about it. Second of all...

Here, this will buy you a glass of champagne and a nice meal.

Take it.

One more thing...

my revolver. Just in case.

Good evening, what can I bring you?

-Champagne and foie gras. -We don't have that at the moment.

-I can suggest a pork chop. -Bring whatever you have.

Can I ask for a smoke?

Of course. My pleasure. Have a seat.

Your champagne.

Are you single?

As you can see.

Me too.

I once loved a man.

But he fell in love with another woman.

Funny, huh?

Why?

This happens sometimes in life.

But I only live once.

That's why it hurts.

Voila.

Can I have some?

Where is Vadim? I don't understand.

You're pacing like a lioness in a cage. Calm down.

And Nikolay Ivanovich, God rest his soul...

was not only responsible, but...

wealthy.

And I had a peaceful mind marrying you off to him.

And this one...

-Snobbishness, and nothing more. -Father, stop it.

I love Vadim!

What? Love?

What love?

At times like these, love is an unacceptable luxury!

Survival is what you need to think about.

And this so-called husband of yours is not really helping.

-Father! -Dear...

I feel sorry for you...

-He will bring you down... -I married Nikolay...

because I listened to you!

-And that was the right thing to do. -And I was unhappy for many years!

Let me live my own way, Father!

What way are you talking about?

Where is it? You're silly...

Just like your mother.

I feel sorry for you. He will get you down, my girl.

Oh, God.

What have I done to deserve this?

Tell me.

Let's go to my place.

Why not? Let's go.

TRADE ROOMS

Come in.

Have a seat.

Or lie down, if you want.

It's locked!

Open the door!

Open the door!

Open it!

Open the door!

Roshchin!

There they are! There!

Damn it! They ran off again!

They will try to escape the city.

Really? You think you scared him that much?

He has one arm.

A missing right arm, that's a distinguishing feature.

The main thing is that others look for him if he escapes the city.

Come collect your salary.

And you need a license. Tomorrow you will be enrolled.

Where have you been?

I was worried sick. I didn't know what to think.

You wouldn't believe it, but I was at work.

You got a job? Where?

In the Workers' Militia.

A useless exercise, but a paid one.

Are you happy?

Only because you are by my side.

Tell me, why...

can't we just live?

Work and love each other?

Because God sees to it that we live in these times.

Don't cry.

Don't cry.

Calm down.

I can no longer stay in the city with my distinguishing feature.

Let's leave for Rostov.

Arkady, let's stop doing this.

We have enough money to settle somewhere and lead a peaceful life.

Don't be silly, Liza. There is no peace anywhere.

That's the beauty of this situation. People are going from place to place,

looking for safety.

And here we are! We will have millions soon.

And we will go wherever you like. Want to go to Paris?

I don't speak French.

You don't have to when you have money.

And we can't spend it here anyway.

Facts are facts.

The Bolsheviks succeeded in making a peaceful treaty with the Germans.

And I would like to have a toast.

Let's drink to the victory of the global revolution.

We only need to finish those White scum.

And there, that�s it. Make all the new world you want.

Yes!

Why aren't you drinking?

I'm one of those White scum.

Oh, my God, he's joking.

How come? Jokes aside.

Thank you for your hospitality, Dmitry Stepanovich,

we will deal with your kin tomorrow.

-Good night, Semyon Semyonych. -Yeah.

Well...

Get out!

Get out of my house.

-Father! -Don't.

Out.

Dmitry Stepanovich is right, I can't stay in his house.

In that case, we're leaving together.

-In that case, good riddance to you. -Vadim!

Excuse me. Let us through.

Katenka, come here.

-Yours? -Yes.

Lie down. Get some sleep.

And you?

I will sit here with you. I don't want to sleep yet.

Vadim Petrovich? Is that you?

-Krasilnikov? -That's me.

-Hello! -I thought I heard a familiar voice.

Yes.

Katenka, meet Alexey Krasilnikov, my steward.

-Nice to meet you. -Practically a guardian angel.

-Is this your wife? -Yes, Ekaterina Dmitrievna.

Delighted to meet you.

Where are you heading?

To the south. Running as far away as possible from the regime.

Where can you hide from it?

It's everywhere these days.

-Are you tired? -Exhausted.

That's fine.

You will get some sleep, rest up.

I hope this regime won't stay for long.

You are wrong, Vadim Petrovich.

What do you mean?

I mean that the people are in favor of this regime.

Therefore, you can't do anything about it.

General Kornilov, a military man

who personally put the St. George�s Cross on my chest,

tried to raise Cossack villages for the Constituent Assembly and failed.

Now he is running wild like a dog in a wolfpack on the Kuban plains.

No, Vadim Petrovich. Rostov is a bad idea.

You know what, Krasilnikov, I live in this country.

-I have nothing to fear. -The country is yours,

but it seems the regime is not anymore.

You are foreigners here now.

Well, thank you for your candidness.

Drop it, no need for formalities.

Your Nobleness...

go to Paris. You don't fit in here anymore.

Fine. It's late. Time to go to bed.

Good night.

Yeah.

"If you ever are in need of my life, it's yours to take.

Love you infinitely.

Yours, Ivan."

You are like the sun, nurse.

When you entered the room, the pain went away.

Perhaps I survived in order for such a beauty

to take care of me.

I'm one lucky fool.

I will give you some morphine later.

The pain will go away.

Where did you get wounded?

Near Rostov.

My husband is there, fighting.

Telegin Ivan Ilyich. Do you know him?

Comrade Telegin?

We fought together.

An extremely brave man.

Is it true?

Do you know him?

Why would I lie?

I haven't met anyone braver than him.

He wouldn't bow to bullets.

He would give his life for the revolutionary cause.

Thank you.

Alive, thank God.

Did you lie to her?

Yes. A bit...

Right side is yours, left is mine.

-We will get caught. -If we are, you can wail then!

Skip the sacks. Take only suitcases and valises, got it?

Go, go, go.

Why did you stop?

It's him?

Who?

The client from the hotel.

Go, move.

Why are you standing? Let's go!

I will catch up with you.

Let's go!

-Let's leave. -Wait.

Help me.

-What's wrong with you? -Nothing. Just the lower back.

Dashenka...

Dashenka, why are you here?

Your shift ended hours ago.

You know, Marusenka,

I thought being alone was good.

However...

it's a test.

And I'm failing.

It's better that I'm here, in the hospital.

Here, I can be useful.

Why do you keep coming to work?

-It's time. -Three more months.

Seryozha says...

the more I move, the easier it will be.

Marusya, hurry up. Come, come!

Go.

Thank God, we have finally arrived.

Thank you.

Stay strong, we are almost there.

-Give a hand. -No pushing, please.

-Pretty girl, give me your hand. -Step aside! Go away.

Let's eat here.

Vadim.

Why are we here?

Don't worry. I have a friend in Rostov who will help us.

Excuse us.

Can we sit here? The other tables are full.

Of course.

Thank you.

Katyusha, take a seat.

-What do they serve here? -Something they call "rasstegay."

What can I bring you, comrades?

Tea and rasstegay.

For the lady and myself.

Tea is self-serve.

It used to be a first-class restaurant.

They served reasonably good meals.

Hot appetizers, sturgeon soup.

In a short while, comrades, this restaurant

will become nationalized and will serve nothing but hot water.

If, of course, the samovar isn't stolen.

Yes, the savages have won.

Not for long, I hope.

However, for now, everything is unpleasant.

The city seems abandoned.

Where did everyone go?

The officers took off with General Kornilov.

The ladies hid their furs and became commoners.

Waiting for the regime to change.

The current regime is not in favor of our kind.

In a little while, those with noble blood will be hanging on spikes.

What are we supposed to do?

Go to the front and exterminate those scum.

There is no other way.

Vadim! I'm begging you!

I apologize.

I will go get some hot water.

My apologies for...

Let me introduce myself.

-Savinkov. -Roshchin.

If you choose to join Kornilov--

I will.

In that case...

take this.

And hide it immediately.

What is this?

Let's call it...

a recommendation letter.

You will have to cross the front line illegally.

To gain their trust, give this to General Romanovsky,

the executive officer.

My honor.

-My honor. -Good luck.

Halt!

Vadim!

Oh, my God...

Vadim Petrovich!

My dear!

I'm so happy!

So happy!

My wife. Ekaterina Dmitrievna.

It's a pleasure.

Let me introduce myself.

Sergey Alekseyevich Tyotkin.

Yes. Your husband and I fought together.

-In Galicia. -It's a pleasure.

Yes. Let me.

Although... I apologize.

I'm cooking some shoe polish. It's a mess. Awful smell.

Shoe polish? What for?

What do you mean, what for? For sale. To make a living.

Your husband saved my life.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, believe it or not.

So, I owe him.

Stop it, Sergey Alekseyevich, please.

Help us find a room for starters.

I beg your pardon, what room?

You can settle down at my place. I have a spare room.

Not a big one, but, Katerina Dmitrievna...

it has a dressing table. And a ficus.

-I'm not sure. Isn't it awkward? -Please! What is awkward about it?

So?

Well, you must be starving!

Sofia Ivanovna will get you something to eat.

That's all we have.

You understand, the situation is...

tough...

You cannot afford to live large.

If you get a chicken, you are lucky enough.

Thank you, it's delicious!

Everywhere... it's just outrageous...

The plagues of Egypt.

I wish the Bolsheviks would get chased away.

What do they think about this in the capital?

Stop it.

Stop. They...

won't look kindly on you for these words.

You know what?

Let them shoot me down.

I will not stay silent.

Don't pay attention.

She is kind and understanding, an excellent housewife.

But all these events...

have sort of driven her crazy...

Why crazy? She is absolutely right.

Right.

We need to eradicate this Bolshevik disease,

before they do damage to the whole country.

And you are, I beg your pardon, cooking up shoe polish.

You know, Vadim Petrovich, my dear...

for me it's all the same, whether I'm cooking shoe polish or...

picking up droppings.

I apologize, Ekaterina Dmitrievna.

I survived the world war.

And I will come to terms with any regime.

If I see it makes people happy. Yes.

Don't look at me like that, I'm not a Bolshevik.

I'm neutral.

But I will not fight my own people.

No way.

You are a lieutenant colonel in the Russian Army.

You are sitting here, while nearby,

-Kornilov is fighting the Reds! -I am!

Believe it or not, Roshchin, I am sitting.

And I will keep sitting.

I'm tired of living in trenches.

I don't want to wear stars anymore.

Well, then...

Thank you for your hospitality.

-Vadim! -Although I regret...

-losing a comrade. -Vadim!

-Vadim! -Let's go, Katya!

Please, stop. This is wrong.

You can't keep going with such an attitude, such thoughts.

-Stop talking, please. -I will not.

I love you and I want you to come to your senses.

A man should live in love, not hatred!

Go to hell and take your love with you!

Go find yourself a Jew! Or a Bolshevik!

To hell with it!

We will stand together as one!

And die!

That's right, comrades!

We'll fight for the good cause! Yes!

Keep up.

Already passed, folks.

My God, Sonechka, what's going on?

Families are breaking apart. Friends are parting ways.

Where does this madness come from?

-From the Bolsheviks. -Oh! Bolsheviks again!

And tell me, where do Bolsheviks come from?

They haven't fallen out of the sky, have they? No.

We are the ones to blame, because...

we allowed that.

And those who allowed this will have to suffer.

Yes...

No, no!

You will be living here with us, Ekaterina Dmitrievna.

-That's that, don't argue. -Seryozha...

-Oh, you are a blessing. -Thank you!

Seryozha...

There is a cross-country road here.

They will shoot us all down.

Maybe?

I need a plan.

To the left!

You have new recruits, Comrade Sapozhkov.

Volunteers.

Are you an officer?

I graduated from the cadet corps.

-How did you end up here? -My beliefs led me.

I worked in the Worker's Militia in Samara and I decided to fight here.

In the name of the revolution.

Do you have documents from the Workers' Militia?

Here you go.

The front line lies ten km from here.

There are White officers there who might well be your classmates.

You know what I mean?

Yes, sir.

Station yourselves, comrades.

Food and arms will be provided.

-Welcome. -Dismissed!

Come to my office.

Come with me.

Eat.

The bread is still warm.

When will we finish the Whites?

I'm looking forward to bleeding those bourgeois bastards out.

Just remembering how many of them I finished off...

it's a real pleasure.

Do you have someone waiting for you at home?

-Nobody. -The same.

My wife died, and my son was killed further up the line.

Nobody is waiting for us, soldier.

There is one thing left.

To eradicate the White gangs, until they are all gone.

Fine.

You eat, eat.

Scum.

We have information: the frontier post was destroyed by the Circassians.

In the morning, Kornilov will get here.

With all his forces.

We have no time to establish a sturdy position.

We need a covering force.

Any volunteers?

Me.

Me.

Come with me.

What about you, Ivan Ilyich?

-How long have you been fighting? -Several months.

Me, too.

When I was returning from the German front,

on my way home, the Whites ravaged our village,

Took the horses,

so I joined the Reds, to get my possessions back.

And now what, Krasilnikov?

-Are you going to rob the Whites? -No, it's not robbery.

Spoils of war, trophies.

And if you got to keep your property?

-Would you join the army? -No, what for?

I'm a peasant, after all. I need to plough the soil.

This is a rest stop.

They will not attack without our information, anyway.

-One word and you're dead. -What are you doing?

Go!

Move!

Quiet!

Do not suffocate.

If you scream, I'll shoot you down.

-I'm not going to scream. -What's your name?

Valeryan Onoli...

Jew.

My mother's parents came from France. I'm not a Jew, I'm Russian.

Russian!

You have a chance to live. You need to tell me everything.

Everything I ask.

Untie him.

We're surrounded, folks!

They are surrounding us, watch out!

They are surrounding!

Cross yourself, bastard!

Spotted your friends, have you?

Take that, you bastard!

Take that, you bastard!

Stand still!

-Who are you? -Captain Roshchin.

I have a message for General Romanovsky.

Follow me.

The machine guns are here...

and here. Patrols there and there.

Feed him.

-Here you go, take it. -Thank you.

Let me go.

Why do you need me now? You know everything you want.

If they shoot me, what's in it for you?

Why are we fighting each other? We are all Russians.

We are not the enemies who split us apart?

You...

You are an intelligent person, huh?

Why are you fighting for the Reds?

Those stupid greedy scum!

Cut the whining, Onoli.

Russian, just look at him.

You didn't remember that, when you were robbing me.

I didn't rob anyone!

Well, some of your folks, then.

And I was left without a single rag on my back.

-What are you doing? -Here, here you go.

Take it, yeah.

Yeah...

A gold watch.

Pavel Bure...

Authentic.

And here...

I have chervontsy.

Take it. Take it all.

Just let me go!

The White is telling the truth.

It's real gold.

So?

Maybe we can let him go?

He is a Russian, after all.

Are you insane?

He will get back to his people.

-And he'll start fighting ours. -No! I swear!

I will go back home!

To Rostov! I'm done with this war!

I think we need to let him go.

What did you just say?

Do you want to be put on trial?

Go ahead, shoot.

You saved me from death. Now kill me.

What the hell?

Oh, the Frenchman took off.

I'm sorry, Ivan Ilyich.

What are you...

I'm not going back!

I'll join the Greens! Or Father Makhno.

You're deserting, huh?

-Bastard! -Call me whatever you like.

Goodbye, Ivan Ilyich.

If I have a son, I will name him Ivan! As I promised!

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