The Road to Calvary (Хождение по мукам)

SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING

ALEXEY TOLSTOY THE ROAD TO CALVARY

ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

EPISODE TWO

Well, the revolution is our dream.

Seems that your dream is coming true.

What don't you like about it, Ivan Ilyich?

I saw people get killed today.

I saw them die.

This is so painful. So painful.

Liza, enough! Enough!

Oh, Daria Dmitrievna,

I haven't yet set the table. I've just bought milk.

Marfusha, the shots were so loud there that...

Shots? Where?

How did it happen, Mr. Telegin,

you supported the rebellion of your workers against the authorities?

I'll explain it once again: I came to work,

I tried to get to the shipyard,

but the Cossacks you hired didn't let me in.

And therefore, Mr. Engineer, you stayed outside

to support the rebels?

My dear sir, I didn't give you the right to talk to me like this.

I've been working here for ten years.

And I don't sit in my chair all day. I work on the shop floor.

You haven't answered my question about your support of the rebels.

- And I won't. - Why's that?

Because I don't want to make excuses.

As you wish.

Well.

Be so kind as to sign your resignation,

and that will be all.

Did you really think, Telegin,

that revolution would be like a masquerade?

With music, dancing and smiles, right?

Well, no, I didn't think about revolution at all.

Why don't you join our movement, Ivan Ilyich?

Why do you fear the truth of the future? Of the coming split...

Liza! I was thrown out of the shipyard.

Thrown out.

I'm going to Kineshma to my relatives.

- Now this is a betrayal! - Yes. What about us?

What betrayal? Seryozha...

What betrayal? What are you saying?

Stay, live here. I don't bother you, do I?

I don't know.

Do you really like this bourgeois happiness?

- Do you? - Bourgeois happiness?

This is my dream.

- Samara- - - Please don't...

To Samara, Marfusha, Samara. I miss my father.

That's it.

Thank you for everything.

Send letters.

Are you going to come back? I'm scared to be alone here.

I am. And the baron is going to come back.

But when?

Farewell.

Ivan Ilyich!

It's you!

It's me.

This is some kind of miracle.

I'm going to Samara, to see my father.

- And you? - Me...

I'm going to Kineshma to my relatives.

You know, Daria Dmitrievna, I was scared to death of you.

You were afraid of me?

And now you don't?

No.

No.

You are just wonderful!

I envy you.

You envy me?

You've got your work and some sort of confidence.

And I don't have any of that.

And, moreover, I'm a woman.

You see? It's terrible!

At the moment, there's nothing to be jealous of.

I've been fired from the shipyard.

How come?

Just like that.

Everything here happens in a uniquely stupid and pointless way.

And what a nice reputation we Russians have.

It's unjust and a shame.

Just think, talented people and the richest country,

but what an illusion!

You must be disappointed!

Not much.

I just thought things would get better for us some day.

No worse than anywhere else.

Perhaps.

See you tomorrow, Ivan Ilyich.

- Yes! - It's Kineshma, sir!

I urge you to hurry up.

Where is everyone?

They're still sleeping, sir. It's early, after all.

All right, you go first, I'm following you.

N.V.GOGOL

Good morning!

Are we approaching Kineshma?

We have passed Kineshma already, miss.

Daria Dmitrievna!

Daria Dmitrievna.

I'm not sure how you're going to take what I've just done.

I deliberately didn't get off at Kineshma.

How am I going to take what you've just done?

I won't tell you.

- Good night. - Daria Dmitrievna.

If you leave now, and close the door,

my night won't be good at all.

Ivan Ilyich, I also won't be able to sleep,

but I'm still going to close the door.

I've been too happy these past few days.

To end it all like this.

Forgive me.

No, you forgive me.

Good night.

We've got...

an epidemic of ocular diseases now.

Not bad, not bad.

Not bad.

What did you want?

We doctors are cynical people, my dear.

What does an epidemic mean?

Work and money.

Deaths, Daddy.

Yes, darling, deaths, too. That's a given.

And deaths.

Oh, look. Speaking of death.

- "The Archduke has been killed." - Who?

"Archduke Ferdinand of Austria and his wife were killed in Sarajevo".

Simple as that. Dear me.

You know what?

I think the Austrians can give these Serbians a bashing.

What do you think of the Slavic issue, by the way?

I don't think of it.

Because the Slavic issue, sweetie,

is the lynchpin of today's global politics.

Don't smile.

Slavic people represent a mentally brand- new

and extremely dangerous type

for the European civilization.

I call that type "God- searchers."

Daddy, will you come back for lunch?

- I'm talking to you, actually. - Daddy!

Searching for God, Dashenka,

is the denial and destruction of all modern civilization.

Why is that?

I'm looking for God.

That means I look for truth inside myself.

And for that I have to be absolutely free.

Absolutely.

Then I destroy all the moral conditions

and the state itself, which keeps me on a leash,

do you understand?

And this is the period of sickness Russia is going through at the moment.

In light of this, will you come for lunch, Daddy?

- No! - Daddy...

I've got scarlet fever.

At Postnikov's country house.

I don't want us to part.

- We'll see each other tomorrow. - That's not what I mean.

I want to be with you always.

I want you to be my wife.

But I'm married already.

Get a divorce.

I can't. We were married by a priest.

What a formality!

Not for me!

And that's why you're on a date with me?

I'm sorry, I didn't want to hurt you.

Why did you say that then?

Because it's true.

I first met you in St. Petersburg.

At the art salon.

I was too shy to approach you.

I thought of you, dreamed of you.

And here in Paris I finally worked up the nerve.

I've been in love with you for a long time.

- I don't know what to say. - Don't say anything.

Just give me a chance...

to prove to you that I...

am not lying.

Don't walk me out.

It's very difficult for me to speak French... the language.

The language.

"Dashunya, Paris is very beautiful.

So many Russians live here.

You know, Dasha, I'm not the only sinner.

My friends here told me about Nikolay, that he was close with a woman.

She's a widow with two children.

And the third child is Nikolay's.

I was so hurt at first.

I felt terribly sorry for this little kid.

Oh, Dashunya,

sometimes I wish I had a baby.

But you can only have a baby with someone you love.

Have a baby as soon as you get married,

do you hear me?"

Daddy...