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MOSFILM

F. M. DOSTOYEVSKY

THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV

Written and directed by Ivan PYRYEV

Cast:

Mikhail ULIANOV

Lionella PYRYEVA

Kirill LAVROV

Andrei MYAGKOV

Mark PRUDKIN

Svetlana KORKOSHKO Valentin NIKULIN

Director of photography Sergei VRONSKY

Production designer Stalen VOLKOV

Composer Isaak SHWARTZ

ARTISTIC ASSOCIATION �LUCH�

Oh, my God!

Pardon, dear father.

Could you tell me where reverend father Zosima dwells?

The Elder Zosima lives in the monastery hermitage, shut up in the hermitage.

It�s some four-five hundred paces�

Out the gate here, and straight ahead through the woods... through the woods.

- Follow me. If I may - Thank you.

This way.

- Tha hat� - Oh, yes.

Give me your blessing, reverend.

In the name of the father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Be so generous as to forgive me for having kept you waiting.

But the servant Smerdyakov, sent by papa,

in reply to my question about the time, told me that the appointment was at one.

- Now I suddenly find out. - Don�t worry.

It�s all right that you�re just a bit late, it doesn�t matter...

I am extremely grateful.

Why did you fall silent, Pyotr Alexandrovich? Go on.

Allow me to dismiss the subject.

Besides, it�s a complex one.

Ivan Fyodorovich, here, is grinning at us.

He must have saved something curious for this occasion

He is our dear eccentric and paradoxalist.

Nothing special, except for a small remark.

I suppose, there exists no law of nature

that man should love mankind.

And that if there is and has been any love on earth up to now,

it has come not from natural law

but solely from people�s belief in their immortality.

Were mankind�s belief to be destroyed,

not only love but also any living power to continue the life

would at once dry up in it.

Without this belief in immortality nothing would be immoral.

Everything would be permitted, literally everything

from egoism to evildoing.

And not merely permitted but acknowledged

as the most reasonable and necessary result of his situation.

With due respect!

Evildoing should not only be permitted

but even should be acknowledged as the most necessary and

most intelligent solution for every godless person?

- Is that it? - It is.

I�ll remember that.

Can it be that you really hold this conviction

about the consequences of the exhaustion of men�s faith

in the immortality of their souls?

Yes, it was my contention.

There is no virtue if there is no immortality.

You are blessed if you believe so

- or most unhappy! - Why unhappy?

Because in all likelihood

you yourself do not believe in the immortality of your soul.

May be not.

Maybe you�re right.

This idea is not yet resolved in your heart and torments it.

You suffer and you toy with it.

A martyr sometimes likes to toy with his despair.

The truth, Your reverence! The holy truth.

Forgive me, but can it be resolved in myself?

Resolved in a positive way?

Even if it cannot be resolved in a positive way,

it will never be resolved in the negative way either.

It is a property of your heart

and therein lies the whole of its torment.

May God grant that your heart�s decision overtake you while still on earth.

Divine and most holy elder

this is my beloved son, the flesh of my flesh.

This is my most respectful son.

Karl Moor, so to speak.

And this one

is he against whom I am seeking justice from you.

The most disrespectful.

Franz Moor.

Both from Schiller�s �Robbers�.

And I, I am the pitiful Graf von Moor!

Judge and save us!

It�s not just your prayers we need,

but your prophecies!

Speak without foolery,

and do not begin

by insulting your relations.

An unworthy comedy!

Forgive me, reverend father, but you have been deceived.

You were too kind in letting us come together here.

Papa is only looking for a scandal!

Who knows for what reason.

He accuses me� The son accuses his father!

He accuses me

of pocketing children�s money.

Don�t we have courts of law?

In court they�ll reckon it up for you, Dmitri Fyodorovich!

You see, reverend Father,

the whole town is rattling and banging from his wild parties.

He got one of the noblest of girls to fall in love with him,

a girl from a good family, with a fortune

and now she�s here, his fiancee,

and he, before her very eyes, keeps visiting one of the local seductresses.

But although this seductress has lived in civil marriage

with a respected man,

yet she is of independent character,

an impregnable fortress!

Yes, holy fathers, she is impregnable.

And Dmitri Fyodorovich, holy father,

wants to unlock this fortress with a golden key.

That�s why he wants to borrow money.

Incidentally, gentlemen, from whom do you think he is borrowing?

Don�t you dare!

Do not dare in my presence to sully the noblest of girls!

- I will not allow it! - Mitya, Mitya!

Don�t you care about a father�s blessing?

And what if I should curse you? Right here in the presence of the holy elder?

- What then? - Shameless impostor!

You intend

to have me locked up with the help of my promissory notes

only because you�re jealous of me.

Because you yourself have begun approaching her with your love!

Forgive my wrath, holy Father, but God knows

I came intending to ask my father for forgiveness.

But since he has just now insulted not only me but that most noble girl,

I am resolved to give away his whole game in public!

I challenge you to a duel!

With pistols!

At three paces.

Across a handkerchief! Across a handkerchief!

Your reverence, forgive us.

We are all to blame for this scandal

I have only now learned about this strange situation.

The father is jealous of his son over a woman of bad behavior

and because of this creature he intends to lock the son up in prison...

In all the generations of your family there never has been a woman

loftier or more honorable than this creature,

as you have just dared to call her.

- Shame! - A shame and a disgrace!

What shame? What shame?

This �creature� is perhaps holier than all of you, hieromonks!

Maybe she went down in her youth, being overpowered by her environment!

She has loved much!

And even Christ forgave her who loved much!

Christ did not forgive that kind of love!

No, that kind, monks, exactly that kind, that kind!

You are saving your souls here on cabbage.

You eat gudgeons�

One gudgeon a day!

And you think you can buy God with gudgeons.

And get a celestial reward?

You won�t!

You won�t get anything! Nothing at all.

Stop it! Keep silent!

Why?

Why is such a man alive!

Holy Father, tell me,

can he be allowed

to go on dishonoring the earth?

Can he

be tolerated?

My God! My God!

Forgive us.

What�s that, gentlemen, � Bowing at his feet?

Is it permitted?

Confession is a great mystery

and he falls on his knees publicly!

No, I can�t ignore this.

I shall write about this emblem to the Synod first thing tomorrow.

And I�ll bring back home

my son Alyoshka, who is saving his soul at your monastery.

And you, Von Sohn, why did you go to the elder with us?

- Are you talking to me? - Of course. Who else?

But I am not von Sohn either, I am Maximov.

No, you�re von Sohn. You are a real von Sohn.

Do you know about von Sohn?

He was killed in a house of fornication in Perestbourg.

It was in the papers. They killed him and robbed him,

stuffed him into a box, nailed it shut, and sent it to Moscow.

And as they nailed him up, venerable father,

the dancing harlots were singing songs to the psaltery.

And he is that same von Sohn.

He rose from the dead!

Hey, Victor, where are you going?

Where are you going, my dearest relative?

Don�t just stand there, von Sohn! Come! Hop after us!

With great pleasure!

Go, my son,

Go.

You are more needed there.

Give me your blessing to stay here, holy father.

You are more needed there.

There is no peace there.

And know, my dear son,

this is not the place for you.

As soon as God grants me to depart,

leave the monastery.

Here is a commandment for you:

seek happiness in sorrow.

You will behold great sorrow,

and in this sorrow you will be happy.

And you will bless your life.

Remember my words,

not only my days

but even my hours

are numbered.

And now go, my dear.

It is time for me to pray.

Be near your brothers.

Not just one, but both of them.

- Come! - What are you doing here?

I�m here in secret. How good that I�ve seen you!

Climb over here! Quick!

Come in.

It�s here

that I�ve been waiting for my queen for five days already.

Oh, Alyoshka!

I could take you and press to my heart until I crushed you.

For I really...

understand?

Re-al-ly love

only you!

Only you, and also one other, a �low woman�

I�ve fallen in love with

and it was the end of me.

To fall in love does not mean to love.

One can fall in love and still hate.

Remember that!

And sit down.

Sit down and keep quiet and I�ll keep talking,

for the time has come.

You will listen, you will judge, and you will forgive.

Oh, Aloyshka.

There�s so terribly much suffering for man on earth.

Terribly much!

I�m a very uneducated man, brother,

but I�ve thought about things a lot.

Take beauty.

It is a terrible thing, brother!

What�s shame for the mind

is beauty all over for the heart.

- Did you know it or not? - No, I did not.

No, man is broad, even too broad,

I would narrow him down.

That�s an outrage, that�s what it is!

The terrible thing, Alyoshka,

is that beauty is not only fearful

but also mysterious.

Here the devil is struggling with God,

and the battlefield is

the human heart.

But, anyway, why kick

against the pricks?

Where were you going?

To father�s, and then I wanted to stop and see Katerina Ivanovna.

To her, and to father!

Whew! A coincidence!

Why was I wishing for you, thirsting for you with every curve of my soul?

Because I wanted to send you precisely to her and then to father,

to have done with her and with father.

Oh you, Balaam�s ass!

Oh you, stinking Jesuit!

Whoever taught you this?

He is a scoundrel, sir, that�s what he is.

How can you, scoundrel, reason like that?

Wait a little with your �scoundrel�, Grigory Vasilievich, sir,

and you�d better consider for yourself.

In the Scriptures it is said

that if you have faith even as little as the smallest seed

and then say unto this mountain that it should go down into the sea,

it would go at your first order.

- Am I right? - You are.

Ivan, Ivan, he is speaking for your sake.

If I�m an unbeliever, and you are such a believer

try telling this mountain to go down,

not into the sea

but even just into our stinking stream, the one beyond our garden.

You�ll see that nothing will go down

no matter how much you shout.

And that means that you, too, do not believe in a proper manner.

It�s a lie, damn you, I am a believer! I do believe�

Just look at him!

No need to swear, Grigory Vasilievich.

No one nowadays, not only you, sir,

but decidedly no one can shove a mountain into the sea.

Except maybe one person on the whole earth, two at the most,

and even they could be secretly

saving their souls somewhere in the Egyptian desert

Wait, ass! Wait, cunning rascal.

So you still suppose that those two, the kind that can move mountains,

- really exist? - I do.

- Ivan, cut a notch, write it down. - You are quite right.

This is a feature of popular faith in the devil.

Your word, ass, is worth a gold piece.

But for the rest, it�s all still lies,

- lies, lies. - Lies.

The scoundrel knows that we here are unbelievers only out of carelessness.

God gave us too little time,

he only allotted twenty-four hours to a day.

So that there isn�t even time enough to sleep, let alone repent.

There he is! Alyoshka!

We are discussing your topic.

- Did you have dinner or not? - I did.

Would you like some coffee?

It�s lenten fare, and it�s hot.

- I�d very much like some hot coffee - Smerdyakov,

make him some coffee.

Ivan, I can�t resist it when he looks me in the eyes like that and laughs.

I love him so!

Let me give you a kiss.

And now sit down. Sit down and drink coffee.

Clear out, Jesuits, out!

Canaille! They won�t let one sit quietly after dinner.

Smerdyakov sticks his nose in every time we have dinner now.

It is you he�s so interested in.

What have you done to endear yourself to him?

Nothing whatever.

A stinking lackey and a boor!

He has taken to respecting me.

Respecting�

He can�t stand all of us.

He should be whipped, but you can�t do it now.

It�s a pity. Our peasants are cheats.

They should be whipped!

The devil knows what Balaam�s ass�s going to think up for himself.

To hell with him! Let�s have another drink.

- Isn�t it enough for you? - I�ll have one more, and then another,

and then I�ll stop.

Alyoshka, don�t be angry

that I got your Superior all offended this afternoon.

It really makes me mad.

Because if there�s a God, then of course I�m guilty and I�ll answer for it.

But if there�s no God at all?

Then those hieromonk fathers deserve to have their heads cut off!

Take all this mysticism and

all those monasteries and

abolish them at once all over the Russian land.

- But why abolish them? - Why?

To let the truth shine forth sooner.

But if this truth shines forth,

you will be the first to be robbed and then... abolished.

Bah! You�re probably right.

Ah, what an ass I am!

Well, then, Alyoshka, in that

case let your little monastery stand.

And we intelligent people will keep warm

and sip cognac.

- That� is enough for you. - Just one more.

Only one.

Tell me, Ivan, is there a God or not?

But tell me seriously! Seriously!

- No, there is no God - Now you, Alyoshka, tell me

- is there a God? - There is.

And is there immortality, Ivan?

At least some kind, at least a little one?

- A teeny-tiny one? - There is no immortality either.

- Not of any kind? - Not of any kind.

Alyoshka, is there immortality?

- There is. - Both God and immortality?

Both God and immortality.

More likely Ivan is right.

Lord,

just think how much faith,

how much energy man has spent on this dream

and for so many thousands of years!

Who could be laughing at man like that?

Must be the devil.

- And is there a devil? - No, there is no devil, either.

Damn it!

What I wouldn�t do to the man who first invented God!

I would hang him from the bitter aspen tree!

Then there would be no civilization.

- Without God? - Right.

- And there would be no cognac either. - Bah!

After all we�ll have to take your cognac away from you.

Wait, one more little glass.

You despise me.

You came to me and you despise me in my own house.

Alyoshka, do not love Ivan... Do not.

He has suspicious eyes.

The cognac is acting up in you.

I asked you for Christ�s sake to go to Chermashnya... for a day or two.

Why don�t you go?

You want to spy on me here.

He has to snoop.

What an evil soul�

I�ll go tomorrow, if you�re so insistent.

- Bah! Will you really? - I will.

Thank you!

You�ve cheered me up!

Let me kiss you.

Ivan, you go to Chermashnya.

There�s a young wench there.

I�ve had my eye on her for a long time.

She�s still barefoot.

Don�t be afraid of the barefoot ones,

don�t despise them,

Brother, they are

pearls!

Ah, my babes,

for me... even in the whole of my life there has never been an ugly woman.

According to my rule,

one can damn well

find something

extremely interesting in every woman,

something that�s not to be found in any other...

one just has to know how to find it,

that�s the trick!

It�s a talent! A Talent!

Where is she?

I just saw her turn towards the house! Where is she?

He�ll kill me! Don�t let him get me!

Don�t let him!

They�ve hidden her in there!

- Get away, old man! - I won�t let you, scoundrel!

Get away!

Sic him! Sic!

- He will kill you! - Grushenka is here, let me go!

- She is not here. - She has come, she is here!

Where is she? Where did you hide her?

Catch him! He�s stolen money from my bedroom! Help!

He�ll kill me!

- Madman! You�ll kill him! - Serves him right!

If I haven�t killed him yet, I�ll come back and kill him. You can�t save him!

Dmitri! Get out of here, at once!

Alexei, you tell me, you�re the only one I�ll believe:

- was Grushenka here just now or not? - She has not been here.

- I swear to you, she hasn�t. - So, she...

I�ll find out where she is!

Go to Katerina Ivanovna at once,

and be sure to tell her: He says he bows to you,

he bows to you, bows!

Vanechka, Lyoshechka!

Grushenka is here

- somewhere! - She is not!

Crazy old man!

We should carry him to bed.

- Take his legs. Alyohsa, give a hand. - Careful.

The scoundrel�

The scoundrel�

Damn it�

If I hadn�t stopped him, he would have killed Aesop.

God forbid.

Why �forbid�?

Viper will eat viper. And it would serve them both right.

What are you saying, brother?

You�d better go to the old man, stay by his side.

I�ll take a walk in the yard. I�m getting a headache.

Alyoshik�

Stay by my side. Sit with me.

Where�s Ivan?

Out in the yard. He�s got a headache.

I am afraid of him, Lyoshenka.

I fear him more than I do the other one.

Don�t, father. Don�t. He�s keeping watch for us.

And Mitka? Mitka probably ran to Grushenka.

He wants to marry her.

Marry!

She won�t marry him, father.

She won�t marry him? She won�t?

She won�t marry him for anything in the world!

My angel, go to Grushenka.

Find out from her.

Find out from her, figure out with your own eyes

who she wants to be with, me or him.

If I see her, I�ll ask her.

No, don�t ask her.

She�ll start kissing you.

- No, you mustn�t go to her. - And it wouldn�t be nice either, father.

Where was Mitka sending you just now?

- To Katerina Ivanovna. - For money.

- To ask for money? - No, not for money.

He has no money, not a drop.

Go now.

I�ll try to sleep.

- How is he? - Asleep.

Tell me, Ivan,

what will all this horror come to?

Nothing:

the whole affair could just dissolve.

In any case Dmitri must not be let into the house.

Can it be that any man has the right to decide

who is worthy to live and who is not.

Who has no right to wish?

But surely not for another�s death?

Maybe even for another�s death.

You mean what I�ve said recently?

Do you consider me capable, like Dmitri,

of shedding father�s blood?

What are you saying, brother!

The thought never entered my mind!

And I don�t consider Dmitri...

Thanks at least for that.

Let it be known to you, Alexei,

I will not allow murder to be committed, any more than I did just now.

But as for my wishes,

there I reserve complete freedom for myself.

Go.

Don�t look on me as a villain.

Thank God it�s you at last!

Polia, lit more candles, please.

I�ve been waiting for you so

because now I can learn the whole truth only from you.

I�ve come... That is�

- He sent me... - He sent you?

What is it that he sent you to tell me?

Sit down and tell me everything. Don�t be shy.

Tell me to the very last word.

He says that he... bows to you.

And that he will never come again.

Bows?

Did he say that, did he put it that way?

Yes.

Just in passing, inadvertently,

maybe he made a mistake,

maybe he used the wrong word?

No, he asked me precisely to give you this word, he repeated it three times.

I need your help, Alexei Fyodorovich.

I�ll tell you my thought, and you tell me whether my thought is right or not.

If he had used the word �bow� just in passing, without underlining the word,

that would be it... that would be the end!

But if he especially insisted on this word, underlined it,

then it means he was agitated, beside himself perhaps.

He had made a decision, and was frightened by his decision!

He did not walk away from me with a firm step but leaped headlong off the mountain.

- Right, right! So it seemed to me. - And if so, I can still save him.

I must tell you something.

Dmitrii went to see Father and seems to have run

to that woman.

Oh, my God!

Do you think that I cannot endure that woman?

He won�t marry her.

- It�s passion, not love. - I think, he will marry her.

He won�t marry her, because she won�t marry him.

Why are you looking at me that way?

Perhaps you don�t believe me?

Agrafena Alexandrovna!

My angel, come and join us!

I�ve only been waiting for you to call me.

- Good afternoon, Alyoshenka. - Good afternoon.

We�ve met for the first time, Alexei Fyodorovich.

I would have gone to her,

but she came herself as soon as I asked.

And brought peace and joy.

My dear, worthy young lady did not scorn me.

Don�t you dare say such a thing to me, you sorceress!

Scorn you? I shall kiss you.

Here. And again.

See how she laughs! Alexei Fyodorovich!

It�s a joy for the heart!

You are too kind to me, dear young lady,

and perhaps I am not at all worthy of your caresses.

Not worthy! She is not worthy!

Oh, my God!

You must know, Alexei Fyodorovich,

we have a willful and proud little heart!

We are noble. magnanimous.

Only we have been so unhappy!

There was one officer. We fell in love with him, we offered him everything,

and he forgot us, he got married.

Now he�s a widower and is coming here.

And you must know, it is only him that we love now

and have loved all our life!

He will come soon, and Grushenka will be happy again.

But who will reproach her

who will boast of her favors in the years of unhappiness?

Only that bedridden merchant perhaps.

But he has been more of a father, a protector to us.

He found us in despair, in torment, abandoned

and this old man saved her, literally saved her!

You defend me too much, dear young lady.

You are in too much of a hurry.

Defend? Is it for me to defend you?

Look at her face, Alexei Fyodorovich,

look at this lovely little hand!

It brought me happiness and resurrected me!

And now I am going to kiss it, here, here, and here!

Won�t you make me ashamed, dear young lady,

kissing my hand like that in front of Alexei Fyodorovich.

How could I possibly make you ashamed?

Ah, my dear, how poorly you understand me!

You do not quite understand me either.

Perhaps I�m more wicked than you see on the surface.

I charmed poor Dmitri Fyodorovich that time

only to laugh at him.

But now it will be you who save him. You gave your word.

You will make him listen to reason,

you will reveal to him that you love another man.

Ah, no, I never gave you my word.

Why? You promised�

I promised nothing.

I am wicked and fickle.

Maybe I just promised you something,

but now I think differently.

What if I like him again all of a sudden?

Mitya, I mean.

Because I did like him once very much.

So, maybe I�ll go now and tell

him to stay with me starting today.

You just said... something quite different. How can you?

But I have such a tender, foolish heart.

What if I go home and suddenly take pity on him.

I didn�t expect...

I thought you�

Eh, young lady,

how kind and noble you turn out to be next to me.

So now perhaps you�ll stop loving such a fool as I am.

Give me your little hand, my angel.

I�ll take your little hand

and kiss it, just as you did to me.

You kissed mine three times, and for that I ought to kiss yours three hundred times

to be even.

What a tender hand you have!

My dear young lady,

beauty that you are, my impossible beauty!

Do you know, my angel

I�m just not going to kiss your hand!

- I won�t! - What�s the matter with you?

And you can keep this as a memory

that you kissed my hand,

- and I did not kiss yours. - How insolent you are!

Insolent!

So I�ll go right now and tell Mitya that you kissed my hand!

How he�ll laugh! Mitya, that is.

- How he�ll laugh! - You slut! Get out!

Shame on you!

Shame on you, young lady!

It�s indecent for you to use such words.

Get out, bought woman!

Bought, am I?

You yourself as a young girl used to go to your gentlemen at dusk to get money!

Offering your beauty for sale!

- Get out! - Quiet!

- Get out! I�ll kill her! - Easy, easy.

How can you? Leave! For god�s sake, leave!

That I will.

I will leave.

Alyosha, dear, come with me!

Come with me, dear.

I have something very, very nice to tell you on the way.

I performed this scene for you.

My dear little monk!

She�s a tiger! A Tiger! She should be flogged!

On a scaffold, by an executioner!

Why did you hold me back, Alexei Fyodorovich!

I�d have beaten her, beaten her!

I warned you, Katerina!

You are too passionate, too willful.

You do not know these creatures!

Your brother is a scoundrel, Alexei Fyodorovich!

How could he tell this creature

about that fatal, accursed day!

What a scoundrel! What a scoundrel!

And the other one shouted that she was a tiger! A tiger she is!

Queen of insolence.

Delightful in a way!

Mitya, do you really want to marry her?

At once, Alyoshka, if she will,

and if she won�t,

I�ll be a caretaker in her yard.

I�ll heat up the samovar, I�ll run errands.

And Katerina Ivanovna, Mitya?

You are her fiance! You still are her fiance!

Oh, Lyoshka, what kind of a fiance am I?

Is it love?

It�s war, brother.

Eternal war.

She can�t forget that fateful day,

when I

when I

decided to buy her.

What are you saying, brother?

- You are delirious! - No, to buy for money.

It was a year ago.

I was a lieutenant in a line battalion.

The battalion commander was Katia�s own father.

You should have seen her then, Lyoshka

a beauty of beauties.

Clever, well educated.

I won�t pretend otherwise, I wanted to win her over.

But who was I to her?

A boor, a cad.

She did not give me one look.

I waited for my revenge!

There was a rumor that Katia�s father

was short of government money.

I sent word

to inform her that

if she comes to me in secret

then

I�ll fork out some four and a half thousand to her, all the money I had.

- How could you, brother? - Am I not an evil insect?

She did come, brother.

At dusk.

I gave her one look and realized

that she is casting dirt at me with her disgrace!

That she wants to elevate herself to such heights with her fall

that I could never reach her!

Only I did not accept her sacrifice.

I handed her the money

and very nobly sent her away.

That is something

she will never forgive me.

Not until her last hour.

I proved more noble than her.

And then it all started�

Out of pride she violated her destiny and offered to be my fiancee.

When in reality she loves Ivan.

That�s the way things are, Alyoshka.

That�s drama, brother.

And it happened there.

But the tragedy, Alyoshka

will happen here.

Where does she hide

vodka?

Mitya, don�t.

Alyoshka,

Katia gave me three thousand

on condition that I send it to her aunt in Moscow.

But I did not send it,

I squandered in Mokroye with Grushenka...

- How could you? - As you see, I could!

I could.

Damn her, she hid it!

If only I could give her the money back, Alyoshka.

Give it back to her�

I can agree to be a mean man,

but never a thief, a pickpocket�

You tell me, where can I get the money?

- Where can I get the three thousand? - From father?

He will never give me money. He won�t do it for anything.

I know he won�t. I know perfectly well he won�t!

If only I could give her the money back. Give it back to her�

Look.

A horrible dishonor is to be committed here.

Horrible! Darkness and ruin, Alyoshka.

All right, you go your way and I�ll go mine.

Mitya, I will pray for you!

Don�t pray for me! No need!

I don�t need it.

Farewell!

You should know, fathers,

each of you is guilty on behalf of all

and for all on earth.

Cure your sufferings, love your neighbor.

And then each of you will be able to gain

the whole world by love

and wash away the world�s sins with his tears.

Oh, son!

Come in, dear.

I knew you would come.

Come now,

don�t weep over me yet.

You see, I am sitting and talking with friends,

perhaps I�ll live many more years.

Stand up, my dear, stand up.

Let me look at you.

- Have you been with your people? - I have.

- Did you see your brother? - I saw both of them.

I mean the one from today,

the one, before whom I bowed to the ground.

I bowed to his suffering,

his great future suffering

that awaits him.

Father and teacher, your words are too vague.

What is this suffering that awaits him?

I seemed to see something terrible.

As if his eyes expressed his whole fate.

He had such a look

that I was immediately horrified in my heart

at what this man was preparing for himself.

Here, your honor! Paper, ink and pen.

Bravo, Vasia! Well done.

Here.

Take my last rouble.

- And play some music for me. - Yes, sir.

And I�ll write.

I�ll write to her.

Fatal Katya!

Fatal�

Katia!

Tomorrow�

I will�

get the money�

if I don�t get it

I will go

to my father

and smash

his head�

Wait.

Pray

to God.

Then

there won�t be blood on me

If they don�t give the money,

blood there will be!

What do you want of me, sir?

Kuzma Kuzmich, you have doubtless already heard

of my disputes with my father

who robbed me of my inheritance.

The thing is that the village of Chermashnya

belongs to me after my mother.

Because of this village I have a feud with my father.

Most honorable Kuzma Kuzmich, would you like to take over

all my claims against that monster, and give me just three thousand...

You can�t lose in any case, I swear it on my honor

because the village costs no less than 20 thousand!

In a word, I�ll sign all the papers

and supply all the documents I have.

You could let me have the three thousand...

You would save my poor head

for a most lofty deed, one might say.

Eh?

For, entre nous, Kuzma Kuzmich

I cherish the most honorable

feelings for a certain person, whom you know only too well, sir,

and for whom you have a fatherly concern.

Kuzma Kuzmich, three men are at loggerheads over that woman!

Because fate is a grisly thing,

realism!

And since you, pardon me,

should have been counted out long ago,

there are two heads left � mine and the monster�s.

So choose:

me or the monster?

Everything is in your hands now...

three fates and two lots...

Here are the documents.

Excuse me, sir,

we do not engage in that kind of business.

How is that?

I was told that�

Excuse me, sir we don�t.

But�

I�m�

done for now,

dead!

Such business is not in our line, sir.

There would be courts, lawyers, all kinds of trouble!

But there is a man for that, if you like.

My God, who is he? Who?

He�s not a local man. He trades in timber,

he�s called Lyagavy.

He�s been bargaining for a year with your father over that woodlot in Chermashnya,

but they can�t agree on a price.

Now he�s come back again

and is staying with the local priest in Ilyinskoye.

- Is Lyagavy in Ilyinskoye? - In Ilyinskoye, father.

So if you were to make him the offer,

- he might just� - A brilliant idea!

It�s made for him!

He�s bargaining, the price is too high, and here is this document of ownership!

How can I thank you enough!

But you don�t realize, you�ve saved me.

No thanks are necessary, sir!

I will remember it always Kuzma Kuzmich.

It�s a Russian man saying it to you, a Russian man!

Off to Ilyinskoye, to Lyagavy!

I�ll fly immediately!

Good morning, Father.

Why have you come?

To ask about your health.

You�ve troubled yourself for nothing, Alexei Fedorovich.

It�s all nonsense.

Nonsense.

Well, what�s with you?

How is your elder?

He�s very bad.

He may die today�

Ivan�s doing his best to win over Mitka�s fiancee.

That�s why he�s staying here.

Can he have told you so himself?

Why else would he come?

- Not to put a knife in me in secret? - How can you say such things?

He does not ask for money, he�s silent, he grins. Keeping an eye on me!

Fearful lest I get married to Grushenka.

That�s why he�s pushing Mitka to her.

If Mitka marries Grushka,

then Ivan can take his rich fiancee for himself.

He�s a scoundrel, your Ivan. A scoundrel.

How irritable you are, father.

It�s because of yesterday. Why don�t you go and lie down?

And your beloved Mitka, I�ll squash him like a cockroach.

Like this, with my slipper.

Your Mitka will make a little pop and will be no more.

If I wanted I could have handed him over to the police for yesterday.

You won�t make a complaint, will you?

Ivan talked me out of it.

If I had him put away, she�d hear and go running to him at once.

I know her through and through. Bitch.

- Will you have a cognac? - No, thank you.

- Perhaps you will? - No, thank you.

As for me, I�ll have some.

I�d take the bread though, if you give it to me.

Take it, take it,

You�d better not drink any more.

Just one glass.

From the cupboard.

That�s enough. One glass won�t do me in.

You�re feeling kinder now.

I say, Alexei, what if I give Mitka a thousand and a half?

Would the scoundrel agree to give up Grushenka

- and get out of here for good? - I don�t know. I can ask.

But he said he needed three thousand.

Nonsense!

Lies! There�s no need to ask him. I�ll give him nothing.

Not a jot!

I need my dear money myself.

Every kopeck of it.

When you have money, it�s enough to wish

and you can get everything, Alexei Fedorovich.

I want to live in my wickedness to the very end.

Wickedness is sweet.

Everyone denounces it, but everyone lives in it.

Only they all do it on the sly and I do it open.

And I don�t want your paradise, Alyoshka.

I think it�s even unfitting for a decent man to go to your paradise.

Don�t say a word to Mitka about money.

He will keep hoping, the scoundrel!

But he still won�t get Grushenka!

I�ll make mud out of him!

Scoundrel, rascal�

Why are you standing here?

Go, go. You have no business here.

Farewell, father.

What do you mean? We�ll still see each other. Or do you think we won�t?

Not at all, I just said it for no reason.

And me, too.

Don�t take offence at your father.

Come sometime for fish soup, I�ll make fish soup for you.

Special!

- Will you come? - I will.

You must come.

Good afternoon, Pavel Fyodorovich.

Do you know where brother Dmitri is now?

Why should I be informed as to Dmitri Fyodorovich?

It�s not as if I were his keeper.

I just asked if you knew.

Yesterday I was at his place and the owner said he had not come for the night.

I know nothing of his whereabouts, and have no wish to know, sir.

But my brother precisely told me that you know everything

and even let him know about everything.

It�s because he harasses me cruelly.

- Twice he even threatened me with death. - With death?

But what would that constitute for him, given his character,

which you yourself had the honor of observing yesterday?

The other day he threatened to grind me in a mortar!

Well, if it�s in a mortar, it may just be talk.

- I wouldn�t be so sure. - You would not know

- where Ivan Fyodorovich is either. - That�s something I know for sure.

Ivan Fyodorovich is at Madame Khokhlakov�s house

with Katerina Ivanovna Verkhovtseva.

I don�t love Dmitri Fyodorovich any longer.

He has become pitiful to me.

And even if he marries that bitch

I still won�t leave him.

I do not mean that I shall drag myself after him, tormenting him.

Oh, no, I shall go to another town

but I will watch him all my life, all my life, untiringly.

And when he becomes unhappy with that woman,

and he certainly will�

most certainly!

Then let him come to me

and he will find a friend, a sister!

I will be his god, to whom he shall pray!

I shall become the means of his happiness

the instrument, the mechanism of his happiness,

and that for my whole life, my whole life.

This is my decision.

In any other woman, all of that would have come out in a broken and forced way

but in you it was sincere in the highest degree.

And that�s why you are right.

But only for this moment!

And what is this moment?

- Just yesterday�s insult. - You are probably right.

But given Katerina Ivanovna�s character,

this moment will last all her life.

Your life, Katerina Ivanovna, will now be spent

in the suffering contemplation of your own high deed and your own grief.

Oh God, how all that is wrong!

How all that is wrong!

You speak, Alexei Fyodorovich! You tell me at last.

I desperately need to know what you will tell me about my decision!

What can I say? I�

Go on, do go on.

It�s because of last night.

But near two such friends I feel myself strong.

For I know... you will never leave me.

Unfortunately, I must go to Moscow, tomorrow

and leave you for a long time.

To Moscow, tomorrow?

But� but�

On my god�

How fortunate!

Not fortunate that you must abandon us.

I am only too unhappy to be losing you.

But what is fortunate is

that you yourself, personally, will hand the letter to my auntie

and frankly tell her of my whole desperate situation.

Oh, how glad I am!

I�ll run at once and write the letter to my auntie. At once.

- And Alyosha? - What about Alyosha?

It was so necessary for you to hear his opinion.

Oh yes.

I thirst for your words, Alexei Fyodorovich

- But what�s wrong? - I never thought�

I could not have imagined it.

What? What?

He is going to Moscow, and you cry that you�re glad.

You acted on purpose.

Acted as if you were in a comedy, in a theater.

What theatre? What comedy?

- What do you mean? - I don�t understand myself.

I know I�m not putting it well, but I�ll still say everything.

You perhaps do not love

my brother Dmitri.

I really don�t know, but someone has to speak the truth.

Because no one here

wants to speak the truth for some reason.

What truth?

This truth.

Call Dmitri now,

let him come here and take you by the hand,

and then take my brother Ivan by the hand,

and let him unite your hands. Because it�s only Ivan that you love.

You don�t really

love Dmitri

only from strain.

You, little holy fool!

That�s what you are.

- Katherine! - You are mistaken, my good brother.

Katerina Ivanovna has never loved me!

Though she knew all along that I loved her.

She kept me near her for constant revenge.

She took revenge on me

for all the insults she endured from Dmitri.

That is what her heart is like, Alyosha.

I am leaving now.

Leaving for good!

But know, Katerina Ivanovna,

that you indeed love only Dmitri,

you love him as he is, you love him insulting you.

If he reformed, you would stop loving him at once.

That is your strain.

Farewell.

I do not want your hand.

You�ve been tormenting me so consciously

that I am unable to forgive you at the moment.

Perhaps later,

but not now.

Ivan!

It�s my fault,

Mine!

I must bring him back! Ivan!

Come back, Ivan! Wait!

- I must bring you back! - Stay out of my business.

You spoke unjustly and spitefully, Ivan.

You offended her! That�s bad.

I am not going back there, Alyosha, I am not.

And you better take it easy. Put on your skull cap and calm down.

You know what? Let�s go to a tavern.

We�ll have dinner, drink champagne to my freedom.

- But she� - Come!

So you are leaving tomorrow morning?

In the morning? Did I say in the morning?

It might as well be in the morning.

What are you worried about?

- What about Dmitri and father? - I am not their keeper.

I�ve finished my affairs and I�m leaving.

I just finished my affairs today, as you witnessed.

Just think of it, I tormented myself over her for almost a year.

And she tormented me�

And suddenly it all blew away!

This morning I left her� And burst out laughing.

You are so cheerful now!

Only perhaps it is not love?

Alyoshka, don�t talk about love! It�s unseemly for you.

And I am cheerful, brother, because I am young

because of the lust for life.

I think there exists no despair in the world

which could overcome this

wild and perhaps indecent thirst for life in me!

And I�m terribly glad that you want so much to live.

But that�s just one half.

Now you need only apply yourself to the second half.

And what does this second half consist of?

You know that yourself.

As a believer or a complete unbeliever?

- Is that it? - Yes.

Well,

I can tell straightforwardly and simply:

I accept God,

I accept his wisdom and his purpose, which are completely unknown to us.

I believe in the order, in the meaning of life. Etc, etc.

Many words have been invented on the subject.

In the final outcome

I do not accept this world of God�s.

I have a childlike conviction that in the long run

the sufferings will be healed and smoothed over.

That the whole offensive comedy of human contradictions

will disappear like a pitiful mirage.

That ultimately, at the world�s finale, in the moment of eternal harmony

there will occur and be revealed something so precious

that it will suffice for all hearts,

to redeem all human villainy, all bloodshed.

It will suffice not only to make forgiveness possible, but also to justify

everything that has happened with men over the ages.

Let all of this come true and be revealed!

But I do not accept god�s world

and do not want to accept it!

That is my essence, Alyosha.

That is my thesis.

I must have expressed it as stupidly as possible.

You did not need to know about God,

but what your brother lives by, what he believes.

And why did you speak �as stupidly as possible�?

The stupider, the clearer.

Stupidity is brief and guileless, while reason hedges and hides.

Will you explain to me

why you �do not accept the world�?

Of course I�ll explain, that�s what I�ve been leading up to.

In my opinion, Alyoshka, Christ�s love for people

is a miracle impossible on earth.

I don�t understand what you are driving at.

Here�s what I mean.

There was once a general with high connections and a very wealthy landowner.

He had two thousand souls.

He had hundreds of dogs in his kennels and nearly a hundred handlers.

And so one day a house-serf, a little boy, only eight years old,

threw a stone while he was playing

and hurt the paw of the general�s favorite hound.

�Why is my favorite dog limping?�

asks the general.

It was reported to him that this boy had thrown a stone at her and hurt her paw.

�Take him!� ordered the general.

They took him, took him from his mother.

They locked him up for the night.

In the morning, at dawn, the general rode out in full dress for the hunt.

He was surrounded by spongers, dogs, handlers, huntsmen, all on horseback.

The house-serfs are gathered for their edification,

the guilty boy�s mother in front of them all.

The boy is led out of the lockup.

The general orders them to undress the boy!

The child is undressed, stripped naked!

He shivers, he�s crazy with fear, he doesn�t dare make a peep.

�Drive him!� the general commands.

The huntsmen shout, �Run, run!�

�Sic him!� screams the

general and looses the whole pack of wolfhounds on him.

Before his mother�s eyes

the dogs tore the child to pieces...!

Well...

What do you think should be done to the general?

- Shoot him! - Bravo!

A fine monk you are!

See what a little devil is hiding in your heart?

What I said is perhaps, absurd, but�

That�s just it, that �but�!

I tell you, novice, that world stands on absurdities.

I told you about this child who was torn to pieces

so as to make it more obvious.

About all the other human tears

that have soaked the whole earth through, from crust to core,

I don�t say a word.

I am a bedbug, a bedbug!

I confess that I can understand nothing of why it�s all arranged as it is.

So people themselves are to blame.

They were given paradise.

Yet they wanted freedom,

and stole fire from heaven.

So why pity them?

If they have to suffer

to buy themselves eternal harmony

then why does it affect children?

Tell me, Alexei,

could you, building the edifice of human destiny,

make people happy, give them peace and rest at last,

if for that you must torture just one tiny creature,

that very child?

No, I could not. But there is a being,

and he can forgive everything, forgive all and for all.

It is to him that they will cry out �Just art thou, O Lord�

when all in heaven and under the earth will merge in one voice of praise.

- You�ve forgotten about it, Ivan. - No, I have not.

But I don�t want to and will not cry out

�Just art thou, O Lord� seeing the mother and the torturer

whose hounds tore her son to pieces,

embrace each other. I don�t want to!

While there�s still time

I hasten to take my own rights and my own measures.

That is rebellion! Rebellion!

Rebellion?

I don�t like hearing such a word from you.

One cannot live by rebellion?

But I want to live. Live!

How can you go on living with such hell inside your head?

Is it possible? You won�t stand it.

There is a force that will endure everything.

What force?

The Karamazov force is baseness.

To drown in depravity, to stifle your soul with corruption?

That, too, perhaps... or maybe I�ll escape it.

How will you escape it? By means of what?

Again, in Karamazov fashion.

You mean �everything is permitted�. Is that it?

Yes, probably everything is permitted.

I will not renounce this formula.

And you? Will you renounce me for that?

No. I won�t.

- Let�s go, brother. - Yes, let�s.

Listen, Alyosha,

I�ll probably leave tomorrow.

If we see each other again some day

don�t bring up this question that we�ve just discussed,

- never. - All right.

And don�t ever again talk to me

- about Dmitri. - All right.

And now go to your elder.

Or else he might die without you.

Give me a kiss.

- This way. And farewell. - Farewell, brother.

END OF EPISODE ONE.

Restoration Produced by Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

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