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Central Partnership
Halt!
Central Partnership presents
A Kolibri Studio production
Get them out!
Sergei KOLTAKOV
Sergei GOROBCHENKO
One, two, three, one, two, three!
Yelena LYADOVA
Anatoliy BELIY
Viktoria ISAKOVA
Alexander GOLUBEV
Pavel DEREVYANKO
In a Yury Moroz film
THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV
Based on the novel by F.M. Dostoyevsky
Halt!
Forward march!
Move!
Screenplay: Alexander CHERVINSKY
Director of photography: Nikolai IVASIV R.G.C.
Artistic directors: Yekaterina KOZHEVNIKOVA, Marat KIM
Wait 'till I get my hands on you!
Composer: Henri LOLASHVILI
New Russia State Symphonic Orchestra Conductor: Yury BASHMET
Sound director: Marina NIGMATULINA
Make-up: Marina FIRSOVA, Olga UIKOLAEVA
Costume design: Dmitri ANDREEV, Alexandra ANDREEVA
Editing: Alla URAZBAEVA
Co-producers: Sergei DANIELIAN, Aram MOVSESIAN, Yury MOROZ
Producer: Ruben DISHDISHIAN
Director: Yury MOROZ
Part One
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The father of Mitya, Ivan and Alyosha
Fyodor Pavlovitch Karamazov was married twice.
His first wife was from the wealthy Miusov family,
who didn't want her to marry Fyodor Pavlovitch.
The affair ended with elopement, which for a time captivated Adelaida Ivanovna.
Despite the fact that the Miusov family
came to terms with the elopement quite quickly.
The couple's life was one of extremes and constant arguments.
Finally Adelaida Ivanovna left home and ran off
with a teacher-seminarian, leaving Fyodor Pavlovitch
with their three year old son Mitya.
The soon-to-be pauper ended up in St. Petersburg,
where she died either of typhus or of hunger,
which gladdened the heart of Fyodor Pavlovitch.
Thank God, she's made me a widower!
Fyodor Pavlovitch settled the son Mitya in a hut in the yard
with his servant Grigory, and basically forgot about him.
But, it turned out that the brother of the deceased Adelaida Ivanovna
returned from Paris;
and having heard all about his sister and the fact that Mitya had been left,
he announced to Fyodor Pavlovitch that he would like
to take charge of rearing the boy.
Fyodor Pavlovitch agreed and Mitya was handed over to one of his numerous aunts.
About this time Fyodor Pavlovitch was married for the second time,
and after Mitya was taken away his two brothers
Ivan and little Alyosha remained in the house.
Dmitri Fyodorovitch grew up with the conviction that he had a certain fortune,
and that when he reached adulthood he would be independent.
And Mitya's childhood and youth were tumultuous.
He did not complete his studies at the gymnasium,
and then ended up in one of the military academies,
and then finished his studies when serving in the Caucasus.
He lived a debauched life, ran up debts, fought duels.
And was discharged.
When he left his squadron, he approached his father
to find out about his property, which he considered,
was due to him after the death of his mother.
Not only are you a frivolous young man, you are debauched
you have already spent the entire value of your property.
That's it!
You have nothing left.
This is a swindle, a total lie.
Get out of here!
This is disgraceful!
Get out! And don't set foot in this place again.
His second wife, Sofia Ivanovna,
Fyodor Pavlovitch took from the old general's wife,
where she was being brought up.
She bore Fyodor Pavlovitch two sons and soon after she also died,
from some nervous ailment.
After her death the exact same thing happened with the two boys as with Mitya.
They were completely forgotten and dumped by their father
with the same Grigory, in the same hut,
where they were found by the general's wife, their mother's.
Don't be like that lady.
God will reward you for the orphans.
Quite soon the eldest of the brothers,
Ivan was discovered to have a great aptitude for study,
which resulted in him being sent to the Moscow gymnasium.
Later he went to the university,
where he wrote very insightful book critiques,
which gained him a reputation in literary circles.
One day he wrote a strange newspaper article on ecclesiastical courts.
The main thing about the article was its tone
and the wonderful unexpectedness of its conclusion.
This article caused intellectual ferment.
And made a great impression on the fourth,
illegitimate son of Fyodor Pavlovitch Smerdyakov.
Destroy in man his belief in his own immortality,
and at the same time not only will love disappear,
but also all vitality and all sense of moral decency.
Everything will be permissible.
Everything will be permissible.
It was said that Smerdyakov's mother was an idiot from the town,
known to everyone by the nickname Stinking Lizaveta.
No it's not at the master's.
There's somebody in the byre, I tell you.
Where?
Marfa!
A child!
Lord.
The gate is locked.
How did she get in here at night?
Somebody brought her.
Don't talk foolish, woman who could have brought her?
It was brought here to the master. He's the father!
Foolish woman, stop talking your nonsense.
It's not his. It's from Karp, the runaway thief.
The entire town is talking about it.
That it's Fyodor Pavlovitch's.
His young wife is about to give birth.
Lord!
God will be his judge.
The child...
Is it dying? Let's go tell the master.
Lord, lord...
God forgive you, what did you wake me for?
They're in the shed, in the shed, over there.
Well, what did you wake me for?
Well then!
Mother of God!
She's gone to meet her maker, in the heavenly kingdom.
Master, with your permission Marfa and I will keep the child...
That would work out very well she was smerdyashaya, so he can be Smerdyakov.
Well?
Happy birthday, Smerdyakov!
Smerdyakov was raised by Grigory,
who himself said that the boy grew up without any gratitude, wild and suspicious.
As a child he loved to hang cats and then bury them ceremoniously, all in secret.
One day Grigory caught him at this, and gave him a good caning.
You are not human!
You grew from the bathhouse scum, so you did!
Smerdyakov, as it turned out,
was never able to forgive him these words.
Grigory taught him to read and write
and when he was twelve he started to teach him sacred history.
But this endeavour ended fruitlessly as soon as it had begun.
And his kingdom will last forever.
What is it?
Nothing.
God created the world on the first day, and the sun, moon and stars on the fourth.
Where did the light come from on the first few days?
Get out of here!
What? What's wrong with you?
What's wrong with you?
After this event, Smerdyakov had epilepsy...
Marfa!
...for the rest of his life.
The youngest of the brothers - Alexei,
had not yet finished his studies at the gymnasium, he had a year to go
when he announced that he wanted to enter a monastery.
It should be made clear that Alyosha was in no way a fanatic or a mystic.
If he decided on a monastic life,
it was only because he was full of youthful philanthropy.
This monastic life impressed him,
and struck him as the ideal way for a scholar
to rescue his soul from the gloom of worldly evil,
into the light of love.
Destroy in man his belief in his own immortality,
and at the same moment not only will love disappear,
but also all the vitality that accompanies any life will disappear.
Moreover, all sense of moral decency will disappear and everything will be permissible.
This is a letter from Dmitri. Read it please.
Right now?
Promise to do this for me.
I promise.
In carrying out the promise made to the bride
of his brother, Katerina Ivanovna, Ivan Fyodorovitch
soon arrived in the town, as we discover later
doing business for Dmitri Fyodorovitch,
who had brought a suit against his father over the village of Chermashnya,
which had at one time belonged to his mother.
Our story begins with this fatal arrival of Ivan Fyodorovitch,
which was to have so many consequences.
Mama, look, it's Alyosha Karamazov.
Quiet, Liza, later.
Great healer, I understand why it is the people love you.
Our simple-hearted, beautiful Russian people.
Have you come to speak to me about this?
About this and a lot more, but the main thing is the enthusiastic gratitude.
On Thursday you prayed over Liza,
you laid your hands on her, and you healed her.
What do you mean I healed her? She's lying on the couch.
Yes, but her night fevers have totally disappeared.
And today she stood for a whole minute without any support.
I called doctor gertsenshtub, he says:
I am amazed, puzzled. Liza, say how grateful you are
It's for him.
You minx, why are you teasing him?
Why has he forgotten everything?
He carried me in his arms when I was small, and taught me to read.
And then you put a cassock on him and now he is afraid of me.
I am not going to eat him.
Liza! What's the matter with you?
Forgive her, Alexei Fyodorovitch, it's because she is worried,
because she has an important message for you from Katerina Ivanovna.
It is Katya, the bride of his terrible brother Dmitri.
She asks for Alexei Fyodorovitch to come immediately.
Why should I go to her? I don't know her.
He's not going to go, he's joining the monks, he's saving himself.
He will come, I will send him.
And now my dear, you excuse me, I am expected...
So, we're here already, but Mitya's not here.
That's the way! Do you know that Mitya hates me?
Why should he love you?
You threw him out at the age of three to live in a hut with a servant.
When I came to take him to raise him,
you had even forgotten that you had a young son.
I remembered!
Ivan, I remembered, at the time I pretended to you that I didn't remember.
You know well that at times I like to act up.
Just don't act up today.
I promise.
Give charity in the name of God.
Pray for the health of God's servant Fyodor, pray for Fyodor's health!
I will pray.
As regards the hut, judge for yourself:
I wasn't able to keep children at that time, in that disgrace, in Sodom.
And there is nobody to ask in this mess where that Zosima lives.
- Are you looking for the old man? - Yes.
I should take you there.
Allow me to introduce myself - Maximov, a landowner from Tula.
Elder Zosima lives in a cell, through these gates, come in.
The elder, the wonderful elder, the honor and glory of the monastery.
That's the elder... un chevalier parfait.
Who is a chevalier?
Elder Zosima. A holy knight.
Holy.
I'm just thinking that in the presence of this, what is he,
wonderful elder, Mitya will hang his head in shame
and we will be able to reach an agreement.
The elder is not going to resolve your property disputes.
There is nothing to dispute.
You should know, Mitya has long ago spent his share,
frivolously and impetuously. But enough about that.
Anyway, it's not I who owes him, but he who owes me everything!
Enough, enough, I said!
Well...
It's exactly midday and my son Dmitri is still not here.
I ask you to forgive him, Holy Elder.
There he is incidentally, that terrible Dmitri, let's go.
Forgive me for making you wait.
The servant Smerdyakov, sent to me by father
said that the meeting was at one.
I understand that I have been deceived on purpose.
Don't worry, your lateness has caused, no harm.
I am extremely grateful and expected no less from your kindness.
Mitya, we were discussing your brother's article.
That's very appropriate.
Ivan Fyodorovitch, I am puzzled.
You say that there is no natural law.
To love your fellow man. It doesn't exist.
I this case moral law is different for everybody that doesn't believe in God.
So nothing is immoral.
Any villainy could be permitted if it can be justified by reason.
I'm sorry, I misheard.
Villainy should be permitted and considered justified by reason?
Is that so?
That's right.
I'll remember.
Divine elder, this is my son, Ivan,
my beloved progeny, my most dutiful son,
my Karl Moor, as it were. But that one who has just come in,
is my son Dmitri Fyodorovitch,
against which I am asking you for judgment,
that is my undutiful Franz Moor.
Both from the schiller play the robbers.
Speak without foolishness and don't begin by insulting your household.
But your holiness, he accuses me of hiding money
that he inherited from his mother under the mattress.
But there is a court, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,
and there they will get to the bottom of all your receipts.
They will calculate how much you had,
how much you used up and how much is left
and it will come out, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,
that it is you that owes me, and not just some paltry amount,
but several thousand!
This is an unworthy comedy!
Holy Father, I am an uneducated man,
and I don't even know how to address you.
You have been deceived here.
This is not about money at all.
Father just needs a scandal. And I know why.
Holy father, don't believe him.
The entire city is talking about his debauchery!
And where he served as an officer,
he compromised the honor of the daughter of his commander.
A brave lieutenant colonel...
He compromised him, do you understand what I am saying?
And now she, his bride, Katerina Ivanovna is her name,
has come here herself, but he...
Quiet! Don't you dare besmirch that noble girl!
It is enough that you dare to utter her name - a disgrace for her!
The disgrace, Dmitri Fyodorovitch,
is that right before her eyes you go visiting a local strumpet.
Be quiet!
He speaks like that to me?
He speaks like that to his father! To me!
...then a curse on him!
You want to get rid of me
because you want to approach her with a proposal of your own.
If you weren't my son, I would challenge you to a duel immediately.
But she told me everything.
With pistols!
How you taught her to use captain Snegirev
at three paces to tempt me and then send me to prison!
A duel!
Only you will not buy her!
A duel! At the drop of a handkerchief!
Excuse me, but when I came here
I did not realize that a father was jealous of his son's enjoyment
of a woman's tawdry behavior.
While he, along with the same wretch...
What? What?
Say? What, sir, did you call her?
A wretch.
Yes, that's what you called her - a wretch -
she is nobler and purer than all of our wretched clan!
If that's what we're going to talk about.
Shameful!
What? Shameful?
Yes, that - what did he call her - wretch -
is holier than all you redemptive clergy.
Do you eat cabbage?
They eat minnows and think they can by God with minnows.
I spit on you!
And I spit again, no.
Forgive... forgive everything.
O, God!
I don't understand why is he bowing to him?
When you get home, have a drink. Let's go.
Why shouldn't I have a drink.
Lord!
And me! I'm going with you!
Go away!
Ivan, Ivan, what are you saying?
I am not responsible for this madhouse and its inhabitants,
and I am going to rid myself of your society forever,
Fyodor Pavlovitch, believe me.
Listen to you!
You're the one who has this entire monastery riled up.
You approved it, and now you're getting angry.
Allow me to stay here.
No son, you are needed more there.
As soon as God calls me to him, leave the monastery.
Your place is not here.
And you still have to get married.
And you need to experience everything before you can return again.
Your service is in the world.
Go, and be with your brothers.
Not just one, but both of them. Go.
I think the elder has great foresight, he has sensed a criminal.
What criminal?
In your family. Now when something happens, the entire province will say:
the elder foresaw this, he bowed deep before the killer.
What killer?
Your brother and papa are locking horns over a strumpet.
Have you not thought how that might end?
No, I haven't.
Alyosha!
Alyosha, come here!
Quickly, come on.
Come on in.
What are you looking at?
''He's getting drunk again'' don't believe that nonsense,
I need two bottles to get drunk, and I haven't drunk a quarter.
Now look into it properly, I said properly Alyosha.
In the whole world I only love you, only you.
That slattern that I fell in love with was my undoing.
Promise me that you'll do it...
What?
But wait.
First - Schiller's ode to joy.
From the breasts of kindly nature all of joy imbibe the dew;
Good and bad alike, each creature Would her roseate path pursue.
'Tis through her the wine-cup maddens, Love and friends to man she gives!
Bliss the meanest reptile gladdens,- Near God's throne the cherub lives!
So there, the meanest reptile to which God gave bliss...
I, brother, am that reptile.
And all us Karamazovs are the same.
Because bliss means upheaval.
And beauty is a horrible and terrible thing.
Terrible because it is indefinable.
The devil and God are fighting here,
and the battle field is the hearts of men.
Brother, I am very uneducated.
But I have thought a lot about it.
What to him appears a disgrace, to the heart is total beauty.
No, man is broad, too broad even.
I would narrow him.
Incidentally, what the heart thinks, the tongue speaks.
Listen now about Katerina Ivanovna.
I have never told anybody, you will now be the first to hear,
except, of course, for Ivan.
Ivan knows, but Ivan is like the grave.
Ivan is like the grave?
I was in the battalion at the time, as an ensign,
and I played around a lot.
And then the youngest daughter of my commander, the lieutenant colonel,
arrives from the city - the very same Katerina Ivanovna.
Your bride?
Bride - that was later, then she was just out of the institute,
proud, with intelligence and education, and a beauty.
And the entire city is captivated and amused...
By the queen of the ball.
And I, brave man that I am, approach and talk with her.
She refuses to look at me and purses her lips suspiciously.
And she was right.
I was a terrible carouser.
She was right,
but I was terribly offended at the time and decided to get my revenge.
And then by chance I found out that her father was Mitya.
The lieutenant colonel, the cash box was four thousand five hundred rubles short.
He had borrowed state funds, so Katerina Ivanovna's father was looking
at an old age filled with courts and soldier's suits.
Then I decided how to get my revenge.
I somehow met the eldest daughter of the lieutenant colonel, Alafia Ivanovna.
God, you frightened me, Dmitri Fyodorovitch.
Alafia Ivanovna, if they demand that your father return the money,
rather than let him go to court, send me your sister.
I'll give her the four thousand.
Just let her come herself. And I will keep the secret, I promise.
Scoundrel.
Ah, Alyosha, my brother!
On that very day the lieutenant colonel was visited by a peon.
With a book - hand over the money immediately.
In two hours.
He signed the book, went into the bedroom,
took a pistol and put in a bullet and...
But I only learned all this later, Alyosha.
That evening I was sitting at home.
Twilight, winter, frost.
Is that you?
My sister said that you would give four thousand five hundred roubles
if I came to get them myself.
Here I am.
Four thousand roubles?
I was joking, what are you doing?
Silly and gullible, young lady?
Two hundred perhaps.
But four thousand for that little frivolity.
You deigned to exert yourself in vain.
THE BROTHERS KARAMAZOV
End of Part One
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