Original subtitles

Moscow M. Gorky Film Studio, 1957

QUIET FLOWS THE DON

Based on the novel by Mikhail SHOLOKHOV

Written and Directed by Sergey GERASIMOV

Director of Photography Vladimir RAPOPORT

Production Designer B. DULENKOV

Music by Yu. LEVITIN

English Subtitles by T. Kameneva

Cast:

Panteley Prokofievich Melekhov - D. ILCHENKO

Ilyinichna - A. FILIPPOVA Grigory - P. GLEBOV

Pyotr - N. SMIRNOV Darya - L. KHITYAYEVA

Dunyashka - N. ARKHANGELSKAYA

Stepan Astakhov - A. BLAGOVESTOV Aksinya - E. BYSTRITSKAYA

Miron Grigorievich Korshunov - A. ZHUKOV

Lukinichna - A. DENISOVA Natalya - Z. KIRIYENKO

Mitka - B. NOVIKOV Grandfather Grishaka - A. KARPOV

Koshevaya - Ye. MAXIMOVA Mikhail Koshevoy - G. KARYAKIN

Mashutka Koshevaya - V. KHMARA

General Listnitsky - A. SHATOV Yevgeny Listnitsky - I. DMITRIYEV

Shtokman - V. SHATUNOVSKY Ktolyarov - A. TITOV

Prokhor Zykov - V. ZAKHARCHENKO Khristonya - M. VASSILIEV

Grandfather Sashka - D. KAPKA

Valet - S. YURTAIKIN Shamil - P. LYUBESHKIN

QUIET FLOWS THE DON

In the village of Tatarsky,

Cossacks were getting ready to leave for the May camps.

Dunyasha! Have you got the rusks and bacon packed?

Do what you're doing, Father,

I’ll do everything properly for my brother, he won't have any worry.

- Is he eating? - No, he won't.

Then, forget it, Father. He hasn't been watered yet.

Pyotr, make a hole in here.

Grishka will take him down to the Don. Grigory, take the horse.

You wild devil! You almost trampled me with your horse.

Stepan all packed and ready?

- What's it to you? - Can't I ask a question?

Yes, he's ready. So what?

So you'll be left a grass widow?

Yes, I will.

Will you be pining for your husband?

Sure I will.

Wait till you're married, then you'll know.

Some wives are glad to see their husbands go.

Our Darya gets fat in Pyotr's absence.

A husband is no snake, but he sucks your blood.

When will we have you married off?

Don't know. It's up to my father. I guess, after my service.

- You're young yet. Don't get married. - Why not?

It's a bore.

Why marry? Some girl will love me without.

- Let me pass, Grishka. - No, I won't.

Stop playing the fool. I have to get my husband ready.

Let me pass, you devil. What will people think if they see us?

Well, God bless you.

Good luck to you.

You're late, Miron Grigorievich.

What did you find, Grishukha?

Give it to me, I’ll bury it.

- What do you want? - I want to have a drink.

- Your hair... - What?

It smells of henbane.

You know, a flower.

- Go away, Grishka. - Hush.

Go away or I’ll scream.

- Wait, Ksyusha... - Uncle Panteley!

Why are you so gloomy, Grisha?

It looks like it'll be raining. My back's aching.

He just doesn't want to watch the oxen.

Don't let the oxen spoil the neighbours' grass.

Grisha... Grishenka... Your father will hear.

He won't.

Put me down, it's no use now... I’ll go myself.

Panteley Prokofievich, good morning to you.

- Good morning. - Good morning.

What's the matter, Prokofievich?

Why didn't you tell us?

You decided to marry your son off, and you keep mum.

- What son? - Grigory. He isn't married yet.

I have no plans to marry him off.

I heard you're taking Stepan's Aksinya as your daughter-in-law.

From an alive husband?..

Are you making fun of me, Platonych?

It's no fun. People are talking.

Hey, wait!

What is it?

What are you doing, eh?

Your husband barely gone and you already playing tricks?

You bitch, you haven't been beaten enough!

Don't dare ever come onto my property!

Look out, I’ll write to Stepan...

Who are you? My father-in-law?

Who are you to teach me? Go and teach your fat daughter!

I’m not afraid of you, you lame devil!

- Get out of here! - Wait, you fool!

- Don't you wait me! - A real devil of a woman!

Write to the ataman for all I care! Grigory's mine!

If I want to, I’ll eat him with his bones and answer to no one for it!

Go on, write! I’ll love him hard to make up for my bitter life!

And then you can even kill me!

What for?

Don't do your neighbour dirt! Don't disgrace me!

Don't roam about, you lecher!

I won't let you beat me!

I’ll flog you in front of everybody! The devil's seed!

I’ll have you married to Marfutka the fool! I’ll castrate you!

I’ll marry the son of a bitch off!

Grisha, my love...

Only nine days left...

Plenty of time yet.

What shall we do when Stepan comes back?

I guess you'll drop me? You'll get afraid?

Why should I be afraid of him? You're his wife, you be afraid.

Stepan's coming is nothing.

My father means to marry me off, that's worse.

Who to?

He's only going to ask.

My mother says, the Korshunovs, their Natalya.

Natalya...

Natalya is a pretty girl. A beauty.

I saw her in church the other day. She was all dressed up.

What do I need her beauty for?

I want to marry you.

Grisha! Why did you stick to me, you devil?

Oh, Grisha! You're breaking my heart!

- Grisha! - What's on your mind?

Honey... my darling... let's run away.

Let's leave everything and go away. I’d leave husband and home for you.

Let's go to the mines, far from here.

I’ve got an uncle at the Paramonov mines, he'll help us.

Grisha!

Say something.

You're a fool, Aksinya. How can I leave the farm?

And I’m due for military service this year.

No, it's no good. I’ll never stir from the land.

Now Stepan is going to give her the heat!

- Look, Stepan's so gloomy. - Stop talking nonsense!

Hello, Father.

Well, Aksinya...

I don't deny I’ve sinned. Go ahead and beat me, Stepan.

Not cooked dinner yet?

Not yet.

Get me something to eat.

Now tell me, my dear...

Tell me how you waited for your husband,

how you guarded my honour.

Stop it! Stop it!

Or I’ll send you to the ataman!

What are you doing, devils?

Let's go, Grishka. We'll stalk him somewhere.

You'll get it coming to you, too!

Leave him alone! Or I’ll send you to the ataman!

Receive your guests, Miron Grigorievich.

Guests are always welcome here.

Marya, bring chairs for our guests.

We have some business.

You've got a bride, we've got a bridegroom.

Can we come to terms?

How are you?

We're fine, thank God.

The thing is that she's too young to marry.

Well, it's for you to decide.

A suitor is like an old beggar, he can go and beg anywhere.

But if you look for a bridegroom from merchants, for example,

or someone else,

that's another matter, then excuse us.

Come on, my dear people!

The flower is in full blossom,

why should you keep it when so many old maids are still unmarried?

As long as the matter's brought up, you should decide it the right way

and make your child happy.

We're not enemies or evil-doers to our children, are we?

Ours won't be left on the shelf.

Well, sooner or later, you'll have to part with her.

Call your daughter, let's have a look at her.

Natalya!

Natalya!

Natakha!

Come on in.

She got shy.

All right, go.

Aksyutka! Come here.

You did come. What's that on your cheek?

- It must be from a sunflower. - And here, by your eye.

I can't take it any more... I’m lost, Grisha.

What's the matter with him?

Don't you know?

Here. He beats me every day. He sucks my blood.

And you're no better.

You've done your wrong, like a lecher, and keep aside. You're all alike...

- Looking for someone to blame? - Aren't you to blame?

Ksyusha, wait...

Well, I said the wrong thing. Don't get offended. Why shout?

Don't be afraid, I didn't come here to thrust myself upon you.

I guess, our love is over.

What do you mean, over?

How can it be?

Listen, Aksinya...

I’ve decided...

Take your kerchief off or people will see us.

I’ve decided...

We have to go on living somehow.

So I decided, let's put an end...

To what?

Let's end this story.

Aksinya!

Take our bread and salt, give presents to the newlyweds.

We give a shawl to the bride.

We give a steer!

Kiss the bride!

It burns like fire!

Want some lamb?

Don't offer me lamb. I eat only sterlet.

Sterlet? Where's sterlet here?

Our captain roared:

What?

Company! Forward! Attack!

Lances ready! Sabers drawn! Good work, men!

Hello, Grisha!

Hello.

How's life with your young wife?

All right.

Don't wake Natalya, woman.

She gets up early as it is. She's going to plough with Grishka.

You prod Darya, she's a lazy thing.

Paints her face, blacks her brows, the spoiled woman.

Let Natalya take it easy the first year.

Grishka!

Grigory!

Grisha! Father calls you.

Darya! Come here.

You go plough those two plots by the Red Gully.

- And Pyotr? - He and Darya are going to the mill.

Give me a hand.

You've slept too long. What do you want now? Go away or you'll get it.

I’ll tear your tongue out!

Stop it, men!

Brothers, they beat our Cossacks!

Stop it, men!

Stop it!

Women, what are you looking at? They'll beat up all our men!

I’ll set it on fire! Get out of here!

I’ll set fire!

Get out of here!

Mount your horses, Cossacks! Catch up with them! They won't get far!

Who are you?

Wait, Cossacks!

To hell with you! Bumpkin! Birdbrain!

Hit him in the peepers, Yasha.

Wait with the peepers. What's up?

- We beat the Ukrainians up. - What for?

For jumping the order.

They'll remember it long.

Ukrainians, they're very cross.

- And who are you? - I’m a Cossack.

Aren't you a Gypsy?

No, I’m not a Gypsy. I guess, you and I, we're both Russians.

You're lying!

Cossacks come from Russians.

No, I’m telling you, Cossacks come from Cossacks.

In olden times, serfs ran away from their landlords and settled on the Don.

They were called Cossacks.

You know what? Go your way.

What a stinker, he wanted to make us into serfs.

Who is the man, Afanasy?

A stranger. He wanted a lift. How should I know who he is?

My name is Shtokman. I’m a locksmith.

From now on I’ll live in the village of Tatarsky.

I also can be a joiner.

Let's go, man, we'd better not lose time.

You're like a stranger.

Like this moon.

Neither cold, nor warmth from you.

I don't love you, Natalya. Don't be angry with me.

I feel sorry for you, but my heart feels empty.

Empty. Like you feel in the steppe.

Natalya here wants to leave us. Why?

- I don't know why. - But I do!

I know why!

And I don't blame her, for all that it's sinful.

It's not her fault, it's that swine's!

- What's my fault? - Don't you know, you devil?

No, I don't.

Listen to me:

If you won't live with Natalya, clear out of here.

And that's that! Just get out of here!

I’ll tell you something, too, father. Ann don't you get angry.

She wasn't my choice. You married me off.

I’m not stopping Natalya. If she wants to, let her go to her father.

- Then you get out too! - The hell I’ll do!

Yes, go to hell!

- I will! - Where will you go?

Let him go, the lecher! Let him go, damn him!

Grisha!

Grisha, come back!

You can go to hell, the unloved one!

Grishenka!

I don't know if it's good or bad, but that's the story.

Is it our fault? That the Cossacks have been reduced to such shame?

- Shut up, peasant. - Peasants are people too.

Peasants?

I’ve seen all kinds of people when I served in Petersburg.

I remember one incident.

We were on mount guard once.

We ride, and suddenly students out of the corner. Multitudes of them.

They saw us, and “Ha-ha-ha!”

What are you doing here, Cossacks?

I say: “We're on guard, don't grab the reins,” and I draw my sword.

And one with a big nose takes a ten from his wallet and says:

“Have drinks, Cossacks, to my late father's health.”

He gives us those ten rubles and takes a portrait out of his bag.

“And this is,” he says, “my father in person. Take it as a souvenir.”

Well, we took it. The students moved away, and again: «Ha-ha-ha!»

And we went along Nevsky Prospect.

- Hello. - Here comes another Cossack.

What's up, Grishka?

- Are you going home soon? - Yes, soon.

- I’ll sleep at your place. - Had a fight with your folks?

So you went along Nevsky Prospect. And?

Then we were relieved.

We said to our sergeant: «We've made ten rubles.

Now we should drink on it, so that the granddad rest in peace.»

And I hung his portrait over my bed in memory of him.

He was with a white beard, a solid man, sort of a merchant.

The lieutenant saw the portrait, and asks me:

«Where did you get it, you son of a gun?»

I say «so and so».

He began to scold me, and even hit me in the jaw.

«Do you know,» he goes, «that it's their ataman, Karla...»

- I forgot the name. - Karl Marx.

Right! That's him.

He got me into hot water, son of a bitch!

Tsarevich Alexei himself drops in by our barrack with his teachers.

What if they saw it? What would happen then?

And you keep praising peasants. See how they grounded him?

But we did drink on that ten.

If even for that bearded Karla, but we were drinking for 3 days!

He deserves drinking for him.

What was it so good that he did?

Oh, I’ll tell you... I’ll tell you that by all means.

But now it's getting late.

Good night, Osip Davydovich.

I’ll stay with you a day or two.

- Aren't you going back home? - No.

How are you going to live?

How to live? Like other people do.

Different people live differently.

Come on in.

Sit down. Let's have supper.

Yes, Grisha... People live differently.

It won't be easy, you're not used to it.

I’ll get used.

Where do you plan to go?

Tomorrow I’ll go to Sergey Platonovich.

If not, then to General Listnitsky's.

Want to become a farm-labourer?

Come on, Grisha... You're not a farm-labourer.

You won't make much doing that.

Watch out, your pride may show itself.

- What is it? - It's Grishka!

He wants you to go to the store as soon as it gets dark.

Hush, Mashutka.

What else did he say?

He said for you to take your things along.

Oh, God...

What shall I do?

I didn't think it'd be so soon... What do I do?

All right, I have to go.

Tell him I’ll come soon.

- What did she want? - Who?

Masha Koshevaya.

She asked me to cut out a skirt for her.

Are you going out?

I’ll go to Anikusha's for awhile.

When will be the end of it? Playing cards again all night!

Now, now, don't nag. And don't wait up for me.

Well...

Oh, God...

Oh, Grisha...

Wait a minute.

Why wait? We have to hurry.

- Wait, Grisha... - What's the matter?

I have a pain. I lifted heavy things today.

All right, let's go.

You don't even ask where I’m taking you? Maybe I’ll push you into a hole?

It's all the same to me. I’ve gone too far.

Why is the door wide open?

Yagodnoye General Listnitsky's estate

How are you getting on, Aksinya?

Very well, thank you.

- Hello. - Hello.

- What do you want, Getko? - It's from Natalya.

Grigory Panteleyevich!

Tell me how I am to live, whether my life is done or not.

I thought you would come back, but I’m not trying to part you two.

Have pity and write,

then I shall know what to think, for I’m now neither here nor there.

Do not be angry with me, Grisha, for the love of Christ. Natalya.

- What was he sitting there for? - I don't know.

He just came in and sat like that. Look, Grisha.

With his knee so pointed.

- You been charming him? - What do I need him for?

Watch out, or I’ll push him from the porch.

I won't leave you at home any more. You'll ride out with me.

Come on, Grisha...

What's the matter?

Why didn't you tell me before?

I was afraid you'd leave me.

How soon?

Somewhere the summer.

Is it Stepan's?

Yours.

And where's?..

Grigory!

Drunk already, you good-for-nothing? Go and sleep it off.

The mass is over.

Don't spoil him. Don't let him play!

Farewell, General! Don't hurt yourself!

People say Natalya Korshunova got a hernia.

Stop babbling.

- That's why her husband dropped her. - No, she messed up with his father.

Ah, that's why Grishka ran away from home.

Why else?

- Why? - Because... Think what you're saying.

Pining for Grishka?

- What is it to you? - I want to lighten you up.

- Go away, Mitka. - Come on, Natalya.

- I’m going to call father. - Are you crazy?

Go away, damn you! How the earth can tolerate you?

It tolerates me all right, never stirring.

What?

The roads are so bad, my love.

It was so bumpy that Getko felt it with all his guts!

Here.

Live alone. Grigory Melekhov.

Good afternoon.

Hello, father.

Getting ready for military service?

I sure am.

- Take your things off, father. - I’m all right as I am.

- We'll put the samovar on. - Thanks.

I’ve brought you clothes and a saddle.

Take it. It's all there.

When do you go?

The day after Christmas.

- A Cossack? - A girl.

So pretty, looks just like Grisha.

Our breed... Just look at her!

Are you going already, father?

I’m in a hurry.

So you won't go back to your wife?

We've already discussed that.

- So you won't? - No, that's settled.

What about God?

Are you sure... you're not rearing another's child?

Another's or not, I won't abandon it.

Natalya has crippled herself.

How is she?

She cut a tendon, now her neck is twisted.

We'll take Natalya in. She doesn't want to live with her folks.

I saw her the other day, and invited her to live with us.

In the village of Olshansky...

Grisha, someone's knocking on the door.

Don't worry about your wife. Be a good soldier.

Your grandfather was a fine Cossack.

Be worthy...

Be worthy of him and your father.

Wasn't it your father who won first prize for trick riding

at the Emperor's review in 1883?

Yes, sir!

Don't drive too fast at the fork, Prokofyich,

I toppled over there only yesterday.

- Already drunk again! - It doesn't take long for him.

- Get in the sledge. - No, I’ll go on horseback.

Go!

Wait, Grisha! I wanted to say something...

Well, goodbye.

Take care of the child.

I must go. See how far father's got already.

Wait, my love...

- Good luck, Cossack! - Goodbye, granddad.

July 18, 1914

- Shall I give you a hand? - No, I’ll manage.

Natalya dear, I want to tell you something...

Come on, tell me.

Yesterday Mishka Koshevoy stood with me all evening.

- Why are you blushing? - Not at all.

Look in the mirror - just like a fire.

Because you put me to shame.

All right, I won't. Tell me.

« You're so beautiful,» he says.

I say: «Stop lying!» But he crossed his heart.

Who are these people?

- I don't know. - Where are they going?

Stand up, please. You're under arrest.

What's the matter?

- You occupy two rooms? - Yes.

We'll make a search.

Give me the key to this chest.

What's the reason for this, Mister Investigator?

We'll talk about it later.

Please.

Witness, do it!

- Please. - No, I don't smoke that brand.

Please, begin interrogation.

Did you come here on your organization's instructions?

What are you talking about?

For how long have you been a member of the RSDRP?

Here's the paper from Rostov

that confirms your membership in that party.

Since 1907.

Were you getting any directives from Rostov?

No.

Have you read that book to the workers who visited you?

We read verses.

Verses...

You read books banned by the law.

Osya!

Osip Davydovich!

Pyotr!

Let's wait till the heat abates.

Oh, God, how I would love to have a swim now.

Somebody's coming!

- He's riding hard! - Raising a lot of dust.

- He can override the horse. - Galloping like crazy.

Alarm!

Alarm!

- Is it war? - Oh, my goodness!

Hush!

If you see Grigory, tell him how it is...

It's war...

Board the cars!

- Going, eh? - Join us, Granddad!

Oh, my dear beef!

- Where to, boys? - To a christening.

Shut up!

Aren't you afraid, Melekhov?

Why should I be?

We may go into battle today.

So what?

And I’m afraid.

Couldn't sleep last night.

They're firing.

Like boys do against a palisade with a stick.

Shut up, chatterbox.

Where's the captain?

You were ordered to finish the work yesterday. Shut up!

You should have brought the building material up sooner.

Shut up!

How will I cross over now?

I’m asking you: how will I cross over?

- What do you want? - What will be your order?

Go, go!

What's this? On whose orders?

Lances and sabers at the ready!

Forward!

Hey, why are you standing?

I’ve come to see you, Aksinya.

What do you want?

May I have some water?

Go ahead, drink.

You stole my husband.

Give Grigory back to me.

You've ruined my life.

See what I look like?

You want your husband?

You want your husband?

You viper!

Whom did you come to ask?

You took Grishka away from me! It was you, not me!

You knew he was living with me. Why did you marry him?

I just took back what was mine. I have a child by him, and you?

You want to take father from the child?

You left your husband... Don't shout...

Grishka is my only husband. I got no one else in the whole world!

You think he needs you? Look at your twisted neck!

He dropped you when you were fine.

You think he will want a cripple?

You'll never get Grishka! And that's that. Go away!

You think I had any hope that you agree?

- Why did you come then? - Out of anguish.

Oh, God... forgive me...

Have mercy... Don't take her, O Lord!

Welcome back, master.

Oh, thank God... thank God.

May the little angel rest in peace.

You should go and look, Aksinya. Maybe they need something.

The young master has arrived.

Alexeyev? No, it can't be. I don't believe it.

But it is so anyway.

In this case, the Supreme Commander was wrong.

Here's a similar example from the Russo-Japanese war.

Dinner is served.

- Her baby died. - Oh, really?

So, a similar example from the Russo-Japanese war.

Kuropatkin did press his case then, he insisted,

but life proved him wrong.

Hello, Aksinya.

Hello.

- Who's there? - It's me.

Wait till I dress.

Don't, I’m here just for a minute.

You have lost your daughter...

Yes, I have.

You have changed.

And no wonder, with such a sorrow to bear.

Only you shouldn't torture yourself so. You can't bring her back.

You're still young, you will have other children.

Don't do it. Take yourself in hand.

Submit.

After all, not everything is lost with the death of your child.

You have your whole life before you!

Why are you tossing and turning, Grisha?

So you say we're sent to death for the sake of the rich?

What about the people? Don't people understand it?

Is there no one who would come out and say:

«Brothers, that's what we're shedding our blood for.»

What do you mean, come out? Are you crazy?

Come out... I would like to see you come out.

Look, we're whispering now, but if you yell, you'll get the bullet.

The people is in somber drowsiness. But the war will awaken them.

Dark clouds will turn to rain after a thunderstorm...

What do we do, then? Say it, bastard! You turned my heart upside down.

What does your heart tell you?

I don't understand.

If you push me down the cliff, I’ll push you.

We must turn our guns against one who sends people into this hell.

Remember, Grisha, a great force is rising, it will crush everything.

You mean, turn everything upside down?

We must throw down the power, like dirty pants.

We must skin the landlords, tear them apart,

for they have tormented the people enough.

Go to the ward. Check everything, quick!

Take your places.

Lay him down, lay him down.

Welcome, your Imperial Highness!

This way, please, your Imperial Highness.

Please. He's a Don Cossack, holder of St. George cross.

From what Cossack village?

From Vyoshenskaya, your Imperial Highness.

What did you get your cross for?

You see... I need to go out, a call of nature...

Call of nature, your Imperial Highness.

Number one.

Please, proceed to the next ward, your Imperial Highness.

- You scoundrel! - Don't scoundrel me, bastard!

You all hiding in the rear! Send me home!

We will! Go to the devil!

Whoa!

Oh, you recognized me...

Granddad Sashka! Are you asleep?

Holy father! Grishka!

Where did you come from? What a dear guest!

Sit down. Let's have a smoke.

How are you getting on, granddad? Still trampling dirt?

I’m trampling it alright.

I’m like a flintlock, I’ll last forever.

How's Aksinya?

Aksinya?... She's all right.

- Where did they bury Tanyusha? - In the garden, under a poplar.

Well...

- Tell me everything. - My cough is killing me.

Everyone is all right. The master drinks as always.

- How's Aksinya? - She works as a maid now.

I know.

Make yourself a cigarette. I’ve got first-rate tobacco.

Come on, tell me, or I’ll leave.

I have a hunch you're harbouring something.

- Come on, hit me. - And I will!

- Hit! - I will.

I can't keep it from you, it makes my heart bleed, Grisha.

Speak up.

You warmed a snake in your bosom! A real viper!

She's messing around with Yevgeny!

- Are you sure? - A woman is like a cat.

She fawns on everyone who's kind to her.

But you better not believe it!

Have a smoke.

You were knocking, and I was asleep... I wasn't expecting you...

My beloved!

Why are you trembling? Let's go in.

I’m cold.

- Grisha, my love... - Wait, wait.

I wasn't expecting you... You didn't write for such a long time.

I didn't think you'd be coming.

I was going to send you a parcel, but decided to wait

till I got a letter.

You look more like a housekeeper than a maid.

Grisha... let me pull your boots off.

Oh, Grisha...

Why the tears?

Aren't you glad to see me?

There you are, the holder of St. George Cross.

You've grown stronger, man.

Come for long?

For two weeks, Your Excellency.

Your daughter is gone. A great pity...

Grigory?

Where from?

From Moscow, for a leave.

I see. You were wounded?

Yes, sir.

I heard... He's come to be a fine fellow, hasn't he, father?

- Has gotten a cross! - Yes...

Nikitich, the horse!

Permit me to drive you, Your Excellency, for old times' sake.

Well, let's go.

Let me do it.

I’ll give you a ride to remember, Yevgeny Nikolayevich!

For which you'll get a good tip.

I’m very grateful for your kindness.

Thanks for not forgetting my Aksinya, for not sparing her a piece of bread.

Don't be long!

- What are you doing? - That's what!

Swine!

For me! For Aksinya!

For me!

For Aksinya!

And more for Aksinya!

Devil, what have you done to the horse? Grigory!

Slut!

Bitch!

Grisha!

Grisha, forgive me!

Oh, God! Mother!

End of Part 1