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Grig, I was going to talk to you about yesterday.

It can’t go on like this.

I’m sorry.

Please forgive me.

I don’t know what got into me.

This constant pain clouds my mind. I swear to you...

Do you hear?

Grig, stop it.

I want you to promise me right now

to go back to your treatment.

Grig, I bear your child.

I’m your wife before God and people.

I want you, no I demand

that you go to get the medicine today,

or I’ll go to my father

and stay there till the baby is born.

-Darling, what are you talking about? -Promise me.

Of course, Natalie.

A gentleman’s word.

Grigoriy Petrovich, an urgent letter for you from Nezhin.

One of our yard hands,

Galia, is getting married.

Great.

What?

Well...

We should throw her a great party.

Let our people have fun.

Grig, are you joking?

Joking?

Wait. Don’t you like this idea?

No... I like it a lot.

I’ll go to the city to get the medicine, and you please make the arrangements.

Will you be back for the ceremony?

Darling, I gave you my word.

A Chervinsky always respects his promises.

I’ll come back, and we’ll bless the bride and the groom together.

My dear.

You’re lucky, Galia.

You’ve found your intended, even if he is no prince.

Bite your tongue.

Maybe I don’t need a prince when I have Panas.

No, no! She isn’t ready yet.

It’s me.

Go to the kitchen and help them.

You too.

Everybody out.

You look great.

You’re so beautiful.

Thank you for your kind words, Yakov Yuhymovych.

You’re positively glowing.

Why do you girls want to marry so much?

Even if it’s with a fool.

I don’t understand.

You reproach me for your own scheme.

It’s not a reproach.

I’m just having fun.

You look too stupid lately.

-Why do you care? -Don’t give me dirty looks.

Maybe I came with the best of intentions,

to congratulate you.

Thank you.

Come here.

What for?

I’ll bless you.

You aren’t my father.

Good. Come here.

Nobody will interrupt us...

-You don’t have eggs in your hands. -Yakov Yuhymovych, don’t!

Have mercy!

Mercy? Am I an executioner, a torturer?

She doesn’t want it, and I’m forcing her!

It’s not what I mean.

I just want everything to be right at least on my wedding day.

Right?

Look at this righteous girl.

As if I want you so much.

You’ll come to me running!

Grigoriy Petrovich, hello. You’re here already.

I’ve just sent a letter with a courier,

and look, you’re already here.

You wrote that everything had been settled.

It is. I’ve just came back from Kiev.

I did everything the way you wanted.

The biggest typeface and a fancy frame.

What about the portrait? Is it settled?

Of course. Don’t worry.

I personally made sure it’s done.

Your advertisement will come out in the Kiev Courier today,

the Poltava City Gazette tomorrow, in Odesa on Friday,

and all Kharkov newspapers next Monday.

It’s too long. Where is the daguerreotype?

Just a second.

I must say, it cost you dearly.

Is the girl that good?

You’re forgetting yourself, sir.

This is for your trouble.

I hope it’s enough.

Excuse me. More than enough.

I didn’t mean anything like this. It’s just that it’s rare...

Your daguerreotype. All in one peace.

Don’t worry. They’ll catch her.

Before, they had to rely upon descriptions,

and now they can simply look at a portrait.

Have a good day.

Newspapers!

Buy the newspapers!

Holy Mother of God,

show Your grace

to the innocent soul of Your servant Vasilina

and bring her before Your Son

and beg him to forgive her

sins of omission and commission

and accept her

and give her peace.

They brought a new chambermaid from the village.

-What is your name? -Vasilina…

Which of my dresses do you like best?

Maybe you can wear it one day.

Katrusia.

Aunt Pavlina used to make delicious merengue, remember?

I only tasted it once, but I’ll remember it till my dying day.

What are you sewing?

A wedding blouse.

I’ll get married as soon as I finish it.

-Good day to good people. -Why, it is a good day!

Will you, good people,

have one glance to see if this is my bride?

-First pay, then look. -Yes!

All right. Is three rubles enough?

Look at this crook!

I’ll show you! Go away.

Panas, we are lucky.

The masters decided to give me dowry.

You made a good choice.

I love you without any dowry.

I love you more than life.

Panas... is it real?

It is, my darling.

Everything is real.

Pavlina, do you think 50 golden rubles

will be enough for a dowry?

It isn’t, is it?

What are you saying, ma’am? Of course it’s enough.

All right.

-It’s time. -Don’t worry. There still is time.

Is Grigoriy Petrovich back?

No, ma’am.

You wanted me to...

Let’s wait a little longer.

I’m sure Grigoriy Petrovich will be back soon.

Grigoriy Petrovich. Good day.

What’s so good about it?

My leg hurts like hell. Give me more morphine.

I asked Semion Arkadyevich to send me some yesterday,

but he must have forgotten.

It wasn’t Semyon Arkadyevich fault.

We’re out of morphine.

Not a bottle left.

What do you mean you don’t have it? I need it.

I can’t sleep without it. The pain is excruciating.

My dear, I’m suffering from gout myself.

We need to wait.

A mail wagon will come in ten days, and I’ll send your morphine...

I can’t wait. I just can’t!

I don’t have it, my friend.

Do you want me to die?

This pain will kill me by tonight.

I understand, Grigoriy Petrovich. I promise you, I don’t have it.

All right, if you suffer so much,

I can give you an injection from my personal stash.

Why didn’t you say so?

Here.

While we’re waiting for the delivery, I recommend opium vapors.

-That’s all we have. -All right. Do your injection.

Will you always love me?

I will, darling.

Even when everybody learns about my shame tonight?

Don’t worry.

Nothing can stand in our way today.

Mother, bless us.

God bless you, children.

God bless you, children.

Come on, kiss her.

Holy Virgin, pray to Your Son

to save the soul of the recently departed Vasilina.

Oh God.

It’s all because of these bastards, the men!

Liutovich is a scumbag.

I wish he died a slow and painful death.

Want some?

I’ll drink to her eternal peace.

Don’t look at me like this. It’s not easy for me, either.

Do you think you’re the only one who mourns her?

Vasilina and I were...

We fought sometimes, but we were always there for each other.

She was a good person.

She suffered for all of us.

For you, too.

Look me in the eye!

The vampire chose you first,

and Vaska saved you.

This is beautiful!

I didn’t see this blouse on her.

Vasilina made it herself.

She thought she’d have a chance to wear it.

Well, here is her chance.

I wish this bastard were torn in half.

All this blood!

It won’t come off.

I should give him a rag and make him clean it himself.

Hello, my dear son-in-law.

You’re the one I wanted to see.

Aleksandr Vasilyevich! Hello.

-It has been a while. -What are you doing, you crook?

Why did you mortgage the estate?

It...

It was a calculated move. For the business, for commerce.

What commerce? Tell me the truth.

Were you gambling? What do you need this money for?

I’m going to send a cable to your father about your doings.

Don’t tell my father, Aleksandr Vasilyevich.

-I’ll explain. -Well?

Not in the middle of the street.

Why don’t we have a cup of coffee?

Nazar!

You should see it. The guys are competing in dancing.

The earth is trembling with their gopak moves.

I can hear it from here.

Orysia asked me to bring you a plate

since you don’t want to come there.

Why didn’t she come herself?

She’s a bridesmaid. You’re the last thing on her mind.

Wild horses wouldn’t drag her out of there.

Look, they are dancing in pairs now.

Galia with Panas against Orysia and Sashko.

Well, bye, Nazar.

Orysia!

Orysia.

Nazar!

So that’s how you are.

You don’t even look yourself.

Nazar!

Nazar!

Is that why you wanted me to stay in these rags?

You were ashamed to dance with a monster.

What? I never... You aren’t healed yet.

Enough. Enough lies!

-Nazar! You got it all wrong! -Leave me.

-Nazar! -Don’t touch me.

Why didn’t you just say it?

Did you think I’d stay in these rags?

I didn’t think anything of the sort.

I love you the way you are.

-For me, you’re always... -Stop it.

I don’t need your pity.

Go, Orysia.

Go.

-Nazar! -Out!

I don’t want to ever see you again.

Go!

-Is Grigoriy Petrovich back? -No.

Natalya Aleksandrovna, maybe we should skip the blessing.

Where is he? He promised.

Natalya Aleksandrovna, bless them.

You can’t make the newly-weds wait.

Shut up!

How can we do it without the master? They can wait.

Nothing will happen to them.

Why would you buy these fire victims for this kind of money?

I was going to bid for the Shefer land at the auction.

Why pay double for something you can purchase for a song?

Not to mention mortgaging your own land. This is too extreme.

I don’t like risk.

It was uncertain whether I’d win the auction.

I needed to be certain.

The mortgage is a temporary measure.

Everybody does it when they want to buy something.

Meanwhile, I’ll put in the bank whatever I get for Shefer’s harvest.

This is hardly enough for the interest on your mortgage.

I know these things. I’m a landlord, too.

For now, yes.

And for the next year, I have a special plan.

What plan?

I won’t tell you yet.

Are you going to plant sugar beets like Kosach?

No. Not sugar beets.

Don’t ask me. I’ll tell you when the time comes.

You’d have to plant pure gold to make this kind of money in one year.

I was going to write to your father in Paris about your foolery.

It’s my business.

I’ll plant whatever I want.

There is no need to worry my father.

Remember my word,

in a year the Chervinskys will best the Doroshenkos

in terms of capital due to my investments.

You’re honeyfuggling me, my dear.

I’m trying to protect my daughter.

What if it doesn’t work out? I don’t want you to regret it.

I assure you that Natalya Aleksandrovna’s

wellbeing is my first priority.

I should go, by the way. She will be worried.

Goodbye, my dear father-in-law.

Are you going to plant corn?

I’m not telling you!

Oh God! Why the hell is he here?

Hello!

Mr. Liutovich, I thought I made myself clear that you aren’t welcome here.

I kindly ask you to leave.

I understand. You’re grieving.

God rest her soul.

Thank you for your condolences. Now, please, go.

I won’t stay long.

I need to talk to you in private for a couple minutes,

and then I’ll leave.

Shut up, you fool.

One more word, and there will be one more dead body here.

Please wait for me outside.

Potap, take her away.

Take her!

Fool! You’ll get us all in trouble.

They are all gone. Tell me what you wanted.

Don’t you know?

Your girl gave me a French present.

You owe me, Madame. I demand…

What does my house have to do with it?

My girls are healthy. The doctor can confirm it.

Don’t play games with me.

I’m talking about the dead girl.

You mean the girl that was killed.

You would know why your girls are dying.

She was killed. Stabbed to death.

And I know who did it.

Who?

-Do you want me to name him? -I have no interest in it.

I demand compensation for my sufferings.

You will send me 1,000 golden rubles on the first day of every month.

Aren’t you afraid there might be a witness?

If I take this person to the gendarmes,

they’ll testify against you.

You’ll get no money from...

You will pay me and remain silent,

or I’ll destroy your filthy house.

Got it?

Don’t try to scare me with your witness.

A witness!

I don’t care what a drunk prostitute thinks she saw.

I know what I saw.

I’ll go to the police right now, and you’ll answer for it.

You’re brave,

but you’re also feeble.

People like her don’t live long.

1,000 by the end of this week.

How can you?

What are you doing here?

Do you have a death wish?

-Why didn’t you stop her? -She broke free.

All right. We’re late as it is.

We won't be in time to the night.

Will you just leave it alone? He’s a murderer.

God will punish him.

Where are you going?

To the cemetery, to say goodbye.

Stay here! Going straight into a death trap?

Don’t you understand you’re like a noose for him?

He’ll ambush you and kill you.

Go to the kitchen and stay there till morning.

Keep an eye on her, do you hear?

Go! Off you go.

Are you having a feast already?

Where are the bride and the groom?

We’re here, sir.

Answer me.

Do you love Galia?

-I do, sir. -And you, Galina?

Are you marrying Afanasiy willingly?

Yes, sir.

God bless you, then.

I wish you a lot of children

and be happy and healthy.

Come here.

Let your house be wealthy and happy.

Thank you, sir!

Now, let the fun begin.

Musicians! What are you waiting for?

Play!

I want you to call your firstborn Grisha.

We’ll buy another cow. And a bull, too.

Why don’t we build a new house next year?

A big and warm one.

Whatever you say, my little dove.

I’m sorry. I know, I know, darling.

It’s not my fault. I got held up.

Grig, you promised me.

You started this fuss with the wedding and abandoned me.

My darling...

Forgive me!

Your father kept me back.

I met him in the city.

I couldn’t deny him a conversation.

-You should have brought him here. -I wanted to, but he said he couldn’t.

It’s a shame you were late.

I wanted us to give presents to the newly-weds together.

It’s all right. There will be other peasant weddings.

All right.

What about the morphine? Did you buy it?

Grig, it does help you, doesn’t it?

You feel better when you get the treatment.

I know, I know.

They are out of it.

The druggist says you can only find it in Kiev.

He told me to use opium vapors while he is waiting for a delivery.

You see?

It’s not an unfortunate addiction but a necessity.

Do you hear? They sing so lovely.

What if we arrange a romantic night for the two of us?

We’ll drink wine

and look at the stars like we used to in Paris.

All right.

I’ll order to serve us dinner...

in the bedroom.

What’s up here?

Everything is fine.

No news from the Dutchman?

And this girl?

She sits there crying.

Shall we get ready for the opening?

This isn’t right.

Why are you looking at me?

I’m not a beast to make them work after what happened.

Tell the customers... No, don’t tell them anything.

We’re closed, that’s all. Let them come tomorrow.

God, I’m exhausted.

Here.

Thank you, sir.

You’ll see, gentlemen.

This is the best house with the prettiest girls.

You won’t regret it.

Potap, what are you waiting for? Let us in.

I’m sorry, gentlemen.

-We’re closed tonight. -What? Why?

I don’t know. Madame’s orders. Come tomorrow.

But my birthday is today. Why would I come tomorrow?

We’re closed, gentlemen. We’re closed.

Did you hear? They’re closed!

Go to hell! They’re closed!

Potapych, what happened?

We’re closed today, Andrey Andreyevich. Madame’s order.

But you definitely can come in.

Madame is in her room.

I feel sorry for Vasilina. She was such a nice girl.

What are you going to do? Go to the police?

I’m not crazy. What good would it be?

If it becomes known that one of my girls testified in court,

I’ll have to close my house.

So what?

You’ll open a new one. At least the murderer will be punished.

Will he?

You know how this world works.

Who will the court believe? Me, the old prostitute,

or the collegiate counsellor, a respected school inspector?

There is no point.

I’ll have to pay this vampire.

I’m worried about the girl who saw him.

He doesn’t need any witnesses. No, he doesn’t.

No, he doesn’t.

Don’t worry about it. I’ll take care of Liutovich.

He can’t always fight with women.

Andrey.

Andrew.

-I’ll be in your debt forever. -Don’t mention it, Liuba.

I’ll do anything for you.

I don’t know...

I don’t know what it is you’re planning,

but I won’t cry for him no matter what happens.

Liuba, what are you saying? I’m not a thug.

I don’t need this sin on my conscience.

But I won’t let him get away with it, either.

Who is here?

What are you?

Well? Don’t you recognize me?

It’s me.

How are you, Grigoriy Petrovich?

Don’t your awards weigh you down?

No!

-Grig! -Look!

-What? -Do you see him?

Here!

-Whom, Grig? -Don’t you see him? Here he is.

-Who, Grig? -Here! Don’t you see him?

-Grig, I... -Don’t you see?

I don’t see anybody, Grig!

Oh my God.

O Heavenly King, the Comforter, the Spirit of Truth,

Who art everywhere and fillest all things

Treasury of Blessings, and Giver of Life -

come and abide in us, and cleanse us from every impurity,

and save our souls, O Good One.

What a shame! The bride went to the altar impure.

The bride is pure!

This bitch Galia! She got away with it.

She must have hidden a cock or a dove somewhere.

She didn’t have a needle on her. I helped her get dressed.

-Glory to the young couple! -Glory!

A runaway bondmaid, true to life portrait!

Buy a newspaper!

Today’s newspaper!

A big reward for the runaway bondmaid Katerina Verbitskaya.

-5,000 for the runaway bondmaid! -Hey, boy! Come here.

Give me a paper.

Half kopeck.

For the first time in our newspaper.

A portrait of a wanted person!