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I mean I won’t be holding you up,

but this girl belongs to Grigoriy Chervinsky, as far as I know.

So she isn’t going anywhere with you.

Or are you going to steal his property before my very eyes?

Andrey Andreyevich, don’t.

They’ll accuse you of theft. Don’t do it.

Listen to the object of your affections.

We in our backwater country think straight.

If you take something that doesn’t belong to you, you’re a thief.

Welcome to jail.

Mr. Suslov.

I remember you saying you were a businessman

able to know a lucrative offer when you see one.

Just look at you!

Well, let’s listen to your offer.

Yakov Yuhymovych, lock this girl in her room for now.

NEZHIN. NOBILITY ASSEMBLY

Gentlemen! This is outrageous!

Please calm down!

It’s a lie!

Order!

Gentlemen! Order!

Gentlemen!

Please let him finish.

Nikolay Aleksandrovich.

I suppose you aren’t basing your words on gossip and speculations.

Thank you, Sofya Stanislavovna.

I’ll prove every accusations I’ve made.

Call Dr. Ponomarenko.

Good evening, Your Illustrious Excellency.

Ladies and gentlemen, my respects.

Nestor Mikhaylovich,

please show us the bullet you had extracted from the war hero

Grigoriy Petrovich Chervinsky’s leg in course of the surgery. Please.

-Here. Take a look. -It’s our bullet! It isn’t English!

An inquiry to His Majesty’s military archive

regarding awards given to Lieutenant Grigoriy Petrovich Chervinsky,

Ladoga Regiment, First Battalion. This is their answer.

“The aforementioned gentleman wasn’t recommended for any awards

during the Crimean campaign or earlier.”

Unbelievable!

Here.

How did Grigoriy Petrovich obtain the awards, then?

He borrowed them from a man

who was in the next cot in the hospital.

The poor lad wasn’t that lucky. He died from a post-surgery fever.

You’ve just said you were prepared to listen to my offer.

True. I have.

All right.

Name your price, and let us finish with this.

My dear Andrey Andreyevich,

I thought you didn’t buy people.

On principle, so to say.

I can make an exception. Name the price.

I’m not selling this girl.

Not to you.

The Chervinskys estate isn’t yours yet.

As far as I know, the bank hasn’t announced an auction yet.

Really? It hasn’t? How come?

Today is the last day for applications.

The manager must have forgotten to publish the announcement.

And the bank is closing any minute now.

Goddamn it!

You were playing for time!

Andrey Andreyevich, why this haste?

Don’t rush. It’s icy out there.

You might turn over in you carriage.

Well? Did you make a deal?

A bondman in gentleman’s clothes still can’t stay away from bondmaids.

-I refused this gent. -Why?

Mr. Zhadan and I have history.

Somebody had to show this wannabe how to talk to noble gentlemen.

As for this bondmaid,

I’m playing cards at the barracks on Thursday.

The officers love pretty canaries!

I should test her myself first, by the way.

Grigoriy Petrovich, do you know this man?

I’ve never seen him before.

But he had seen and heard you.

Makar Yevseyevich, please tell us

what happened on the night of June 5th,

1856.

What was the name of the hero

buried without his well-deserved orders because of you?

Bastard! You will confess, or I’ll kill you!

-Swear to me! -I swear...

Outrageous!

This is outrageous!

Murderer!

You will burn in hell!

Murderer!

Murderer!

Please sit down, Sofya Stanislavovna.

Grig!

Why don’t you answer?

Tell them it’s not true!

Tell them!

Tell them it’s not true!

Grig!

No!

No!

Grigoriy Petrovich, will you say something?

I have nothing to say.

Nothing to say...

God knows.

More soup, I said.

What is he doing here?

Look at this prick! He thinks he has caught God by his beard.

Hey! Shut up.

Who gave you the right to give orders here, Yakov Yuhymovych?

You’ll find out.

Have you forgotten

Grigoriy Petrovich kicked you out of here?

Chervinka had been celebrating for a week.

-Shut up! -“Shut up!” Look at him!

-Hello, my friends. -Hello to you, too.

I know you are hardworking and smart people here in Chervinka.

You were unlucky with your master, though.

Grigoriy Petrovich mortgaged the estate and didn’t redeem it.

Don’t worry, I’m not turning you into beggars.

I’ll come into possession of the estate in a couple days.

Meanwhile, Yakov Yuhymovych will make sure not even a spoon goes missing here.

Punish thieves and runaways ruthlessly!

Is it clear?

Clear as day.

Open up, goddamn it!

We’re late, Andrey.

It’s 9 o’clock.

Maybe you’ll try to apologize and offer a good price.

I know you don’t buy people,

but you were ready to buy Katia from Chervinsky for 300,000.

I don’t think Suslov will be able to say no.

I was prepared to pay his debt in exchange for a manumission,

not buy her like a thing.

Suslov said no.

He won’t sell her to me no matter what the price is.

Goddamn it.

What will happen to her now?

What will happen? An auction,

where Chervinsky’s debt will be the starting price.

Everybody who applied at one of the bank’s branches will participate.

But it looks like Suslov will have no rivals.

One of the branches?

Yes. This is a Chernigov bank.

It has three branches: here in Nezhin, in Chernigov itself,

and in Priluki where we opened a factory last year.

Let’s go!

Come on!

Hurry!

It’s all your fault!

You!

It’s your fault!

You!

Bastard!

It’s all because of you!

Hello, Grigoriy Petrovich.

You look like hell. Was it a bad day?

What the hell are you doing here?

I told you never to set foot here again. Get out of here!

I didn’t approach this estate while it was yours.

But you aren’t the landlord here anymore.

What are you saying, you dog?

You don’t believe me?

Here, a notice from the bank.

Your estate and all property

is being force-sold on an auction.

You missed the deadlines for paying the interest.

So, say goodbye to Chervinka.

The bank had been sending you notices all autumn,

while you were chasing Katia across Ukraine

and praying with your crazy Skopets.

By the way, a letter from your father came in today.

I can imagine how happy he will be to know about your frolics.

“Hello, my son Grigoriy. This letter will probably surprise you,

since it contains no orders or directions.

You must be a father already, that’s why I decided to write you this.

Sometimes I was too strict and demanding with you,

and I want to warn you not to repeat my mistakes.

There is no bigger happiness than children.

I understood it only now, in the end of my days.

In any case, you have Chervinsky blood in your veins.

You can multiply the glory of our name.

I wish good health and happiness to you and the heir of our family.

I hope Natalya Aleksandrovna gave us an heir.

Piotr Chervinsky, Paris,

November 20, 1856.”

“Our Lord wise and philoprogenitive,

seeing your humility and true penitence,

accepts you as one redeeming his sins

and strains you to His heart.“

God save the soul of Your departed servant Aleksey.

ALEKSEY KOSACH

forgive him of his sins of commission

and omission, and rest him in Heaven.

Amen.

Amen.

Aliosha.

My dear.

Rest in peace.

ANNA LVOVNA CHERVINSKAYA

God was kind to Anna Lvovna.

Kind?

She didn’t see the lifeless body of her son.

She didn’t curse herself for letting the most horrible thing happen.

She didn’t have to wash his body herself,

because no one else agreed to touch the self-murderers body.

Don’t, Sofya Stanislavovna.

Aliosha’s soul found it’s eternal peace.

Don’t torture yourself.

-Where was Grigoriy Chervinsky buried? -Over there, behind the fence.

Who came to say goodbye to him?

Nobody was present apart from me.

I’m glad

no living soul will pray for his sins.

There will be one.

What is your name, sister?

GRIGORIYA

-Grigoriya. -Find salvation in celestial virtue.

-What is your name, sister? -Grigoriya.

Find salvation in celestial virtue.

-What is your name, sister? -Grigoriya.

Find salvation in celestial virtue.

So, you’re leaving?

Yes.

I handed in my resignation,

and Yevgeniy Prokofyevich signed it.

He didn’t even ask for my reasons.

Are you going back to Kiev?

No. There is nothing there for me now.

I’ll travel around Europe, and then we’ll see.

You’re leaving me alone in this huge house till the end of my days.

Why don’t you find yourself a wife, Papa?

You’re still young enough to have a love life.

Are you mocking me?

You should think about starting a family instead of traveling.

Otherwise, I’ll die here alone.

When are you leaving?

Today. I’ll finish one business at the city council and leave.

So, this is a goodbye, Papa.

Who are we waiting for?

The auctioneer?

No, of course not. I always manage these things personally.

Well, let’s sign the papers and be done with it.

Where do I sign?

Don’t be like this, Amvrosiy Yulyevich.

Hello, gentlemen.

What a surprise.

I didn’t expect you would represent the former owner of the estate

after everything that had happened, Nikolay Aleksandrovich.

I’m here on request of one of the bank owners,

not as the Chervinskys’ representative.

Amvrosiy Yulyevich, do you have something against it?

No, Mr. Doroshenko. Of course not.

Mr. Suslov, we will start in 20 minutes.

Have patience.

I’m here to see Nikolay Aleksandrovich Doroshenko.

I’m afraid this is impossible. Nikolay Aleksandrovich is traveling.

When will he be back?

Maybe by summer.

Orest, who is it?

Hello.

Aleksandr Vasilyevich Doroshenko. What can I do for you?

Nothing, I’m afraid.

Finally! For God’s sake, let’s start already.

All right.

The estate was mortgaged by its owner

Grigoriy Aleksandrovich Chervinsky this August.

The bank hasn’t received any payments since.

In view of this, the bank,

claiming its right for reimbursement of its expenses,

puts the estate up for auction.

Hello, gentlemen.

Hello.

Excuse us for the delay. We came as soon as we could.

You aren’t welcome here, my dear sir. Get out.

Gentlemen,

allow me to introduce the co-owner of the First Chernigov Merchant Bank

Andrey Andreyevich Zhadan

and the manager of the said bank’s Priluki branch Serafim Yuryevich Rakitsky.

What the hell are you talking about?

A co-owner?

A legal one, at that.

I’m here to witness this fact.

What?

Here are the papers.

Mr. Zhadan is one of the bank’s owners as of yesterday.

Well... I don’t understand.

I confirm it.

So, where were we? Let’s go on.

All right, gentlemen.

The bank has announced indemnification through the auction.

Mr. Suslov was the only one to register for the auction.

The mortgage amounts to 300,000 rubles.

Since there are no other interested parties--

Only 300,000 for the estate which was second in the district in terms of income?

Which can bring twice as much in two years?

But the banks only wants to reimburse--

I understand.

It’s just that I, as a co-owner, care about the success of our establishment.

Right, Serafim Yuryevich?

You lowly crook!

You want to take my estate from me?

Nikolay Aleksandrovich,

does my concern go against the letter of the law?

Not at all, Andrey Andreyevich.

If you, as the owner, understand that

the deal offered to you is disadvantageous,

you have the right to demand changing the terms.

I have a very good offer.

I’m sure, Amvrosiy Yulyevich, you will like it.

Father, for God’s sake, have mercy on us!

Only you can save Nazar and me. Don’t refuse us.

In this church, we don’t reject anyone.

What can I do for you, children?

Marry us today, Father Pimen! I’m begging you.

Marry you?

Do you forget it’s the lent?

Come after Epiphany.

You will confess, take communion, do everything right.

Now, go with God.

So shall you let us perish if it’s the lent?

Does God’s bliss have a schedule?

Nazar, don’t. Let’s go.

Today you can be saved, but not tomorrow: our Lord is having a day off!

Don’t commit blasphemy, Nazar,

if you don’t want me to shrive you.

The new owner is going to sell the Chervinka peasants.

He will separate families, except for the craftsmen’s.

So we wanted to get married, because tomorrow...

-Forgive us, Father. -Let’s go, Orysia.

Stop!

How is my father? Did you call the doctor?

His Excellency is in the parlor.

I told you he’d make it.

He is a quick one.

Give me Nikola, Yelena Aleksandrovna.

Don’t worry, I have a lot of experience.

All right.

Come with me, Volodia.

I’ll show you an interesting mechanism

I brought from Holland a year ago.

-What does it do? -Come with me, and you’ll see.

I can’t believe you’re here.

I want to stay with you.

Here or wherever you want.

Forever.

-I’m scared, Pavla... -Don’t be.

You’re young and nimble. Anybody will buy you.

I’m an old man. Who will want me?

Stop whining. It’s worse for the girls.

They say Suslov pimps his housemaids to his bondmen as statute labor.

What a shame!

I said to get everyone here.

Where is the blacksmith?

He is finishing up with his work.

He needs to put out the kiln fire.

I haven’t seen Nazar since lunch.

He isn’t here, either. Maybe he has escaped.

Orysia isn’t here, either. They must have eloped.

Shut up, everyone.

Finally!

When the master comes in, bow to him from the waist.

-Got it? -What’s not to get?

Let’s step aside, my friend.

What are you doing? Who gave you the right?

-Zhadan! -Look, Zhadan!

Zhadan!

It’s Zhadan.

Hello, good people!

-Good day, sir. -Hello.

Good day.

You were brought here to meet your new master.

We’re waiting for him.

But Mr. Suslov isn’t coming.

He didn’t have enough money to buy Chervinka on the auction.

-What? How? -Who bought us, sir?

I did.

-What?... -Zhadan bought us.

I have a rule.

I don’t buy or sell people.

I believe there is nothing more valuable than freedom.

Thus, all peasants,

yard hands, and other people in Chervinka...

will get a manumission.

Oh God!

-Katrusia, my dear! -Freedom! Long live Zhadan!

This is not all.

You will also get land lots in full ownership.

-Long live Zhadan! -Long live Zhadan!

People, now you will all eat your own bread.

-Freedom! -Freedom!

Long live Zhadan! Oh my God.

-Ma’am, let me say my word. -Quiet.

Bogdan is my name, matchmaking is my game.

-Wow! -What? Matchmaking!

You have goods, and we have a merchant.

He isn’t some ordinary guy, but he has something to his name:

a stack of rye, an astrakhan cap, and a jewelry shop.

Mother dear,

I’m begging you,

marry your Katria to our Andrey.

-Katia... -Katerina, say yes.

Say yes, Katia.

Come on! Hush, everyone.

See, our girl has an attitude.

Yes... That’s true...

Well... We should ask her what we should give the matchmakers,

a towel or a pumpkin.

A pumpkin?

Well?

Katria, what shall we give them?

Say yes!

A towel.

-A towel! -The wedding will happen!

She said a towel!

Wedding!

Kiss her already!

Long live Zhadan!

Nazar!

Where have you been? You’ve missed everything!

Zhadan has bought Chervinka!

He set everybody free and proposed to Katia.

Why are you wearing a wimple?

Why do women wear a wimple?

Come on!

It will be a double wedding!

What will happen to the house?

It’s yours now.

You decide what happens.

Freedom, guys!

TWO MONTHS LATER

This is for you, Katrusia.

When Andrey came back to buy out his family,

I was the only one who was still alive.

He gave me all the money he collected to buy us all out.

I decided

to spend it on a present for his future bride,

to put an end to his bad luck.

-And it has finally happened. -Thank you, Yarina Dorofeyevna.

Just be happy, Katrusia.

Then he will be happy with you.

Come in!

Hello, Mr. Falcon.

Why are you flying here?

Who are you looking for?

He is following his heart,

looking for his beloved.

Have you seen his Katia?

Even if we have, why would we tell you?

Here, girls. Be happy and wealthy.

Come in.

The servant of God Andrey

is betrothed to the handmaid of God Yekaterina,

in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

The handmaid of God Yekaterina is betrothed to the servant of God Andrey

in the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit. Amen.

Save and protect them, Lord,

and ward off disasters from your servants Katerina and Andrey.

Nonsense. What disasters?

They have suffered enough.

Well, Lev Petrovich, do you hear?

We’re almost at home.

Why Lev Petrovich? What if it’s a girl?

Then it’s a girl. Larisa Petrovna, just like her mother.

I already have a son, whatever he is.

I really hope he gets wiser,

and I’ll have a reason to be proud of him when we’re back.

Was it bad for us in Europe?

Why go to Chervinka, where everybody will hate our child and me?

Larisa, you have to understand.

I draw strength from this estate, and so will our child.

Grishka is probably a father himself by now.

So he will get the dowry promised for his wife.

He won’t have time for us.

I won’t let anyone hurt you even with a dirty look. I give you my word.

You aren’t just an actress Yakhontova now.

You are Mrs. Chervinskaya. Remember this.

Lev Petrovich, do you hear?

Most Holy Mother of God, the mother of everyone who loves God,

pray Your Son to give us joy.

Let me become a good wife, the Blessed One,

because I want God’s servant Andrey to be the happiest man alive.

Amen.

I love you as I’ve never loved anyone before.

-God bless the newly-weds! -God bless the newly-weds!

Many years to come!

God bless the newly-weds!

Many years to come!

God bless the newly-weds!

-God bless the newly-weds! -God bless the newly-weds!

God bless the newly-weds!