Hard to Be a God (Трудно быть богом)

Sever Studio with Russia 1 TV Channel

Producers: R. Nasibulin, V. Izvekov Production Manager: M. Dovladbegyan

This is not Earth. It's another planet...

identical, about 800 years behind.

There were a few similar planets. This one was smaller and closer.

And local Gray castles were reminiscent of early Renaissance.

So about 30 scientists were sent here.

But "Renaissance" didn't happen here.

Just a reaction to something that almost didn't happen.

In the city of Arkanar, the capital of Oltregolfo,

it started with destroying the university

of the way of thinking. And a hunt for thinkers - wise guys -

Based on Hard to Be a God, a novel by Arkady and Boris Strugatsky

bookworms and talented artisans.

Some fled to the neighboring Irukan. It was better there.

Others broke down or were executed.

By the squads of Don Reba, the Crown Security Minister.

Squad members - drovers and shopkeepers — wore gray.

Gray troops, gray minister,

the color of the local stone, of the worst quality.

The royal guard was pushed aside.

Nothing hit, or pinched, even!

Screenplay by S. Karmalita, A. German

Poverty, poverty.

Director: A. Yu. German

Enough, enough, enough.

The stones were white and flat.

Cinematography by V. Ilyin, Yu. Klimenko

Fika, the redheaded butcher, where is he?

Production design by S. Kokovkin, G. Kropachev, E. Zhukova

Rains here were short and sticky. But the fogs were long.

They came from the gulf and returned there.

HARD TO BE A GOD

He often cried in his sleep.

Because he killed, in his sleep.

He wasn't allowed to kill, ever.

Then he heard his grandma's voice. From his childhood on Earth.

"The child is crying."

She smoked a cigarette and said,

"Children's tears are water. It's all in your head, boy!"

The Noble Don Rumata - Leonid Yarmolnik

He felt smoke on his forehead, but it was only the draft from a crack,

where he had ordered to place a large chest.

He grasped the bed sheet tightly, only to wake up.

A chimney smoked downstairs in his huge castle.

The slaves spoke loudly, though it was forbidden.

He was not on Earth, but on a different planet.

Here he was a 17th-generation noble don.

An illegitimate son of Goran, a local pagan god.

Born from the god's mouth.

Not everyone believed this.

But everyone was on guard.

Did you feed the turtle, idiot?

Mice lick off the lard.

They do.

Are you wearing my boots again?

It happened.

It always happens to you.

Costumes by Ye. Shapkaitz Makeup by O. Izvekova, N. Ratkevich

The boots on the table.

Music by V. Lebedev Sound by N. Astakhov

I'll hang myself.

What?

I'll hang myself.

What?

Why are you so loud when I'm sleeping? I'd sell you all at the port. You too.

It's a pity slaves have fallen in price.

That's the way it is.

Die, you monster!

You die!

It's autumn, there are no mice.

Special thanks to A. German Jr.

My whole life —

A goose drowned here.

A painting!

It's a bit shallow. Let's go headfirst.

Piga, did you get the egg?

The bees are killing their queen.

He bites like a ferret.

Found this under the pig.

The letters are so even.

Let's go.

Now, now.

You, stinker, remember 40 years ago?

Yes, like that, like that.

You called my book the poop of the Siu bird.

- I don't remember. - Don't you?

Hey, what are you doing?

Forty years of life. My whole life.

It's OK, you made it in time!

Now you're going for a walk?

Let go, Saanez! The tube is ours.

They stuck a wise guy into the shit-house down there.

His feet did this, then he went "glub-glub."

I was there, such a laugh!

Return the flute to the Don.

You bastard!

You have to be careful with money.

Bring it to him yourself, prankster, or else I'll sell you at the port.

Don.

You thief!

It's the same every fall.

Don't know what to say.

It's the same.

Noble Don, give the cripple a coin!

The wind has changed, now it smells like rot.

The city was surrounded by fetid bottomless Pitanian swamps.

Still, people, like the drowned bookworm,

crept to Irukan at nights.

There were Arata, the Hunchback's rebel peasants

or the refugee slaves from the tin mines, transparent like moths,

or Colonel Kusis's Gray soldiers.

You pay or you die.

All because they used to create a second nature

to decorate the life of people who know no beauty.

Or to create glass that helped the half-blind to see

and the ones who saw to approach the sky.

Don Rumata hid clover clogs here

to sneak into Arkanar.

What are you doing?

We're learning to fly, mostly downward.

Noble Don, take me from here.

What a delight!

Budakh the Doctor was to be brought here from Irukan.

He was a sober and logical mind created by this civilization.

A good interlocutor for Rumata in the long evenings at Arkanar.

But Budakh disappeared together with the guards.

Here's Pekh, the iron-tailed beast.

You're lying. There's no such thing.

It's turnip.

Turnip.

Exhale!

He is lying!

You even got the birds drunk!

Now I'll kill him!

Hit!

Hit him!

Bastard. Kill him!

If you ever brew that slop again.

Why is it so depressing?

- Because it's fall. - Yeah.

Fall again?

It is white.

Unbearable!

Look!

Can you believe that idiot synthesized alcohol?

That toad! The first on this planet!

Leonardo da Vinci.

Earthlings gathered here more rarely now.

They drank more and more and got mad at each other.

I love you...

but you don't love me.

The hell with all those presidents, kings,

get out of the way!

I adopted a boy.

He's alone, I'm alone.

The boy is a thief.

He's an orphan, bastard! Now there's two of us.

I saw Earth again in my sleep. It's wonderful.

Welcome here!

Your guy Budakh disappeared. And the officer too. They will kill him.

I'll get Budakh.

Give me this shovel.

The boy volunteered to snitch. On his own.

Tell him to shut up. Clear?

Like this.

Hey, you old fart! Give me a kiss!

You've got ants in your mouth. Here, eat that!

A trap, I said.

How many times have I told you!

Pashka got caught in a trap!

A boar trap!

Don't set your foot —

In order to remove this trap it's necessary to cut the leg also!

Give me a knife.

It hurts, you jerks!

You want some poison? A fine one!

Listen, all! Twenty years ago —

Twenty years ago one of us...

an idiot,

called "Renaissance" the triumph of art here!

On this shitty planet!

I laughed.

And you wrote that I'm an ass. Maybe I am.

But where's the art? And the Renaissance? Not here.

- And the whole life, eh? - My mistake.

Sorry, my bad.

Listen, everyone. I came here without guards.

I was attacked by a runaway slave.

He choked me, see.

That's just a zit.

I have to go back alone.

An arrow in the eye will kill me!

And you don't want to forgive me before my death!

He doesn't want to forgive me before my death!

Come on, let's kiss!

This scumbag has a whole crew of guards.

- What a liar! - I'm Munchhausen.

What would you do without me? Strange fools on a strange planet?

Where is the leather bag?