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SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING

ALEXEY TOLSTOY ROAD TO CALVARY

ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

EPISODE TWELVE

Your papers, comrade.

Telegin, Ivan Ilyich.

Comrade Sapozhkov can confirm this, do you know him?

Everyone here knows Sapozhkov,

unlike you, comrade, so show your papers.

-I can't do that. -Show me your hands! Don't move.

-Search him. -The thing is...

-What does it say? -Here's what.

"Captain Roshchin, serving in Kornilov's army."

Put him down!

I was carrying out Sapozhkov's direct orders.

You're lying, you piece of White trash!

If I'm lying...

-What are you muttering? -If I'm lying, shoot me.

But first, take me to Sapozhkov. I have important information.

Why are you standing there? Go wash yourself up.

Comrade Sapozhkov, we brought you Captain Roshchin.

Who?

He says he's got direct orders from you.

-Don't know him. -So he's lying?

Let me be.

Seryozha!

You're alive!

I lost all hope.

I almost did, too, with such a wary patrol.

-They almost shot me. -Well, what do you want?

There are spies everywhere. Good job, keep it up!

Who knows who is looking for me these days.

Why didn't you show your mandate?

They really could've taken you right out.

But you had to make up some "Roshchin" legend.

I wanted to deceive the Whites, but they blew my cover.

-Petro, bring us some water. -Right away.

The Czechs are moving up the Volga, at least a division's worth.

Those Czechs will never give up.

The White Cossacks are fortifying positions around Tsaritsyno.

Obviously, they're preparing to strike.

See? Your diversion wasn't a waste of time after all.

I'm glad you came back.

Why are you sewing buttons yourself? Don't you have a personal assistant?

Got used to it. Unlike you, I'm a bachelor.

I decided I won't marry until the Revolution prevails.

You know, Seryozha, you might never marry at all.

So be it then. Perhaps revolution will be my bride.

And I will fight for her until my last breath.

I met Dasha in Samara.

She saved my life.

Now I see how we're different.

I have something to die for.

And you have someone to live for.

Good day! Could you please take me to Chubarovka?

-I beg of you. -My lady, how can I?

No one goes there these days, the Reds are all over the place.

-Please. -They act before they think.

-I can take you to the outpost. -The outpost will do!

-The outpost is fine. -Get up.

-Only to the outpost, no further. -All right.

Oh, sweetheart, why go to St. Petersburg now?

My home is there.

And my sister.

The only family I have left.

-I miss her, Aksinya. -I understand.

But there's a war going on.

That's nothing. I'll get there, one way or another.

Nothing, she says... St. Petersburg isn't some village.

You'll have to take a train, and trains cost money.

You know...

Here, take it.

No, I can't.

Listen to me.

My husband passed away in 1912.

My sons and son-in-law were killed in Galicia.

My only daughter died in labor.

She looked like you. Or so I think.

This coin is the last of my rainy-day savings.

That day came and went long ago. I don't need it anymore.

Take it. Take it.

You need it more.

God, please save and protect this poor child of yours!

Mishka! Go look who they are and what they've got.

At once!

Hey! Stop! Don't move!

-Slow down. -What's in your cart, lady?

It's hay. Don't you see?

What's underneath it?

My daughter, dead from the plague.

-Then you have to burn her. -Mind what you say!

Are you not baptized? Fear the Lord.

All right, on your way.

-Got anything? -Cart full of hay.

That's nothing. After me!

Giddy up!

I can't take you further.

Take it. Look here! Go straight on.

-Go over the hill. There's a station. -How can I thank you?

Just light a candle and pray for me when you get to St. Petersburg.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, Thy will be done,

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Help me find Katya.

I beg you, help me find Katya.

Allow me to report, Colonel.

Please do.

We know where the Greens' hideout is.

-Are you certain? -See for yourself.

-They're staying at the forest lodge. -How do you know?

They killed Mom and Dad.

And my brothers. And sisters.

I was hiding in the shed.

They began talking about the lodge.

I heard everything.

Do you have anyone left?

No one.

I'll bring you there.

Just kill Lyoshka Krasilnikov and show me, promise?

Cover me!

Forward! Forward!

We have to leave, now!

-I say we surrender. -Surrender? You bastard! You're dead!

I'll kill you!

Freeze!

Your Nobleness...

Vadim Petrovich...

I heard you died in battle.

-As you can see, I lived. -Your wife said you were gone.

-What? -Gone. As in for good.

Where is she? Tell me!

-I said tell me! -You're late, sir.

-You lost her, we had her. -Shut up!

Oh, that was scary.

You better look at what Katya gave me.

Keep it, she said, to remember me.

She's good between the sheets.

Our sweet, sweet lady.

She really makes you forget yourself.

He lied.

She ran away from him.

He was looking for her like crazy.

But all in vain, that's why he was so cruel.

No more.

No more robbing, then killing, then...

robbing again.

Damn it.

Damn it all to hell.

Gather the weapons and bodies.

Look in their pockets.

Move! Quickly!

MEZHEVAYA

Wait! Stop!

Keep up!

Soldiers, halt!

Form pairs! Keep up!

Our guys.

Let's go!

Battle grenade.

Ever seen those?

Handle. Warhead.

Remove the cap.

Pull the ring...

Soldiers, keep up!

Four seconds' delay. Any questions?

Yes, sir.

Eleventh Regiment of the Red Army.

Soldiers, keep up! Move!

Hi, guys.

Comrades, weapons down. At ease!

-Are you in command? -If I may introduce myself,

I'm Colonel Semakin.

-Now, if you please. -Sapozhkov,

Colonel of the Eleventh Army.

Sapozhkov! I've heard of you and your heroic feats.

Well, here's my regiment, or what's left of it,

at your command.

Shoulder to shoulder, then.

Allow me to introduce my deputy,

Telegin, Ivan Ilyich.

Strange...

-Comrade Telegin! -Yes?

Come over here.

What is the meaning of this?

I have another Ivan Ilyich Telegin in my regiment.

That's your deputy, too?

He even has a mandate with your signature.

What the...?

Hand over the mandate.

Did you lose it?

-No. -Yes.

-He lost the mandate. I found it, I used-- -No.

I gave it to him. This man saved me from the Whites.

-Who is this man? -My name is Roshchin.

I see.

-Captain in Kornilov's army. -Yes, sir.

You helped a spy infiltrate our army?

That's treason.

Treason.

So, what's next?

Interrogation or execution?

I don't know.

What I know is...

that there's no sense trying to prove anything.

They will not believe or forgive.

Well, the Reds are notoriously suspicious.

And the Whites?

They're different?

The same, I guess.

We're all of the same kind.

No trust, just hatred.

Hatred, and no trust.

The smallest fault means execution.

Unfortunately...

execution helps cleanse mankind.

Well...

Let's help it cleanse itself, shall we?

I'm ready.

As am I.

Open the door!

Sapozhkov!

-Semakin... -Sapozhkov!

Open it!

Semakin!

-The key! -Open the door!

The key! The key!

Semakin!

The key!

Let us out!

I'll gun you down!

-Open the door! -Let us go!

Now!

Sapozhkov, what are you doing?

-Sapozhkov! -Traitors!

Semakin!

-Open the door! -Open the door!

-Let us out! -Let us out!

I miss home.

All right, all right, slower.

The 14th regiment is doing really bad...

Go to tents three and one, quickly.

What are we doing here?

Doctor.

-Telegin, Ivan Ilyich. Telegin. -Ma'am, how would I know?

They're coming and going, the wounded and dead.

No one knows their names. Too much to worry about.

-Excuse me. -Faster, please.

Good job.

Sveta!

Our guys need more water.

-Coming. -Yes, here.

-We need more! -More bandages!

Sorry.

Not there, go to the third tent.

-Help me out there. -All right, coming.

-Take the bags, bring 'em there. -In a moment.

-Tent two needs help. -Galya, Galya!

Send them to tent two.

-Hold on, dear. -Water!

I'll bring the syringe, just lie still.

-Hello. -Hello.

-Water... -Nurse.

Coming, wait a second.

Easy, easy...

Help.

Help me.

-Here. -Thank you, nurse.

Water.

It's all right.

Dasha...

You know what you are to me?

You're not handsome.

Not the best.

Not even my lover.

You're my dearest.

That's what you are.

Sleep. Sleep.

Sleep.

Where are you going, citizen?

To my place, Kuzma.

Katerina Dmitrievna.

-Yes. -My God.

-I didn't recognize you. -The clothes don't matter.

Is my sister home?

-No. -When will she return?

Can you give me the spare key? You must have it.

Katerina Dmitrievna, other people are living there now.

-In every room. -Wait, what people?

The settlement program left you with only one room.

Your sister and I piled all your things in there,

but Daria Dmitrievna couldn't live like that and moved out.

-Where did she go? -I have no idea.

Dasha!

Dasha, it's me, open the door!

Daria Dmitrievna moved out. She left the keys.

And the letter, too. I put it in the mailbox.

-I remember you, you're her sister. -Yes. Where did she go?

I don't know. She left. But the apartment's nice.

You're a Communist woman, and Comrade Telegin's a Red commander!

Praise Allah.

-Let's go, I'll open the door. -Thank you.

Katenka, my dear.

Life in St. Petersburg is becoming more and more dreadful.

They're taking our home from us.

Dasha...

Where are you, Dasha?

Daria Dmitrievna, you're needed in the bandaging room.

Yes, I'm coming.

-Vadim! -Dasha!

Dasha...

Vadim... You know that

-Ivan is alive, in that tent? -Yes.

-How come you're here? -It's a long story, Dasha.

It doesn't matter.

I don't know where Katya is.

But I believe...

I... I feel she's alive, you hear me?

-Do you hear me? -Yes.

Katerina Dmitrievna.

Katerina Dmitrievna!

Oh, Antosha.

-Hello. -Glad to see you.

Your visit is a true surprise.

-So... where are you going? -Believe it or not, the job center.

-I have to find a job. -Are you mad? You don't need a center.

I have a vacancy just for you.

-Really? -Of course. God sent me to you.

Do you know Proletcult?

-No. Is that a wound? -Revolution, you know?

-Proletcult... -Yes.

Proletcult is an institution that promotes

proletarian culture. Hold this for a moment, please.

I'm head of a department there

called The Poetry Almanac. You may congratulate me.

-Congratulations. -Thank you.

The Almanac's mission is to popularize poetry among workers.

-So... -What does it have to do with me?

With you? Come on, don't be shy.

Katerina Dmitrievna, you have close ties with

St. Petersburg's poets. I know that even Bessonov was close with you.

It means that you can persuade him to perform for us for free.

-I really doubt that. -No doubts, Katerina Dmitrievna.

No time for doubts. The working class needs people like you.

So let's go and sign you up right now.

-Where shall we sit? Here? -Of course.

You see, we'll make a good team, Katerina Dmitrievna.

We'll travel the country with our poetry readings.

They'll give you bread tickets and food rations.

And a salary, solid and stable.

-Antosha! -You're so cold, Katerina Dmitrievna.

Just like your sister.

-I saw her in Moscow recently. -When?

This summer.

-Oh, God, is she in Moscow? -No, not anymore.

She left. Didn't say where. You are both so proud.

Always keep your distance.

Let's go. Just like that.

-Well. -How is he?

Are you better?

Better?

-Much better. -Much.

The doctor told me that I'll be discharged.

-What are you going to do? -Find Katya and wait out the war.

And then? Just live.

Just live, he says.

-Easier said than done. -Daria Dmitrievna.

Not easy at all.

-Daria Dmitrievna! -Stay here awhile. Coming!

Comrade Arnoldov's reference means a lot, sure,

but you, Comrade Roshchina, must understand,

that Proletcult is a serious institution,

not a haven for yesterday's lords and ladies.

Comrade Chepik, you're being too hard on her.

I speak honestly. I can take her on probation.

Bread tickets in advance,

but no food ration or 50 rubles salary

until Bessonov's performance.

Give her extra... You understand.

-All right, I'll try. -Good.

-Comrade Chepik! -Why do they need Bessonov?

So, Ekaterina Dmitrievna, you're in Proletcult now.

Why are you refusing to perform for those workers?

I simply despise them.

-But you write poems for them. -You've got it all wrong.

-I write poems for money. -Good.

-How much do you want? -At least 25 rubles.

You'll get it. From me, personally.

-Are you funding Proletcult? -If you say so.

-Do we have a deal? -Yes, but first the money.

No, that won't do. I'll bring your money after the performance.

You have my word. Do you believe me?

No.

Fine.

In stone I want to see a flight and end...

-Where's Bessonov? -He promised he'd come.

I'm not interested in promises. I need results.

Enough of your bourgeois wailing! We're workers!

You can have your money tomorrow at the cash register,

and we'll give you a permanent position.

Workers, rise up in the morning

and come to the broad field.

The Komsomol bell is calling.

Our party is our shield.

We follow our leader, like children,

waving the Bolshevik banner.

We're proud of our men and women.

Our commune gives us power.

Lenin and Marx, our vision.

Kapital, our way.

Revolution, and no more division!

Communism, our dream.

Bravo!

PEACE FOR CABINS AND WAR ON PALACES STRIKE THE WHITES WITH RED BLADES

FREEDOM AND LAND POWER TO THE COUNCIL OF DEPUTIES

CASH REGISTER

Arkady...

Katya...

All kinds of things happen in this life.

Freeze!

Watch out! Freeze!

-I'll shoot! -Cover me!

-They're running away! -We almost lost them!

PAWN SHOP

Cover me!

Faster, faster!

They're fleeing!

They're outside!

I'll kill you, bastard!

Halt!

Quickly, quickly!

There, there! The yard!

Freeze! I'm firing!

Okay, here are the gates. They'll lose us on the street.

Drop the gun!

You've nowhere to run!

-Surrender! -Don't!

Stop! Don't...

Shoot him!

My right hand...

-Maybe I can wait for her? -She won't be coming today.

-And tomorrow? -Don't know, couldn't say.

-Antosha! -Yes?

Antosha, I'm sorry to bother you, but the thing is,

they didn't pay me yesterday, and I owe 25 rubles to Bessonov.

You know, for the performance.

Katerina Dmitrievna, don't you read newspapers?

-No. -Bessonov shot himself yesterday.

Your performance has to be delayed.

We expect our comrade to come back from the front.

Why didn't you tell us?

No need to worry! Don't you worry so much.

The administration asked him to show us the state of affairs on the Don.

No need to worry. He's a military man, not an orator.

I guess he'll be short.

We'll wait.

Comrades! I give you Captain Roshchin

with a report on the state of affairs on the front line.

EARN YOUR RIGHTS BY THE FIGHT

Comrades! I returned from the front mere days ago...

Vadim!

Dasha!

Katya, where are you going?

VADIM PETROVICH ROSHCHIN ARRESTED AND EXECUTED IN 1936

EKATERINA DMITRIEVNA ROSHCHINA DIED IN EXILE IN SIBERIA

IVAN ILYICH TELEGIN - MISSING IN ACTION DURING THE BATTLE FOR MOSCOW IN 1941

DARIA DMITRIEVNA TELEGINA - RAISED HER CHILDREN, NEPHEWS AND NIECES

DIED OF OLD AGE

THEIR GRANDCHILDREN ARE STILL WITH US...

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