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 EIGHT

Come on, fellows.

Come on. Hurry up.

Quicker! Quicker!

Warrant Officer, what's wrong? Do you need a special invitation?

To the right! Forward march!

Onoli! Where have you been?

- Went to take a dump and vanished? - Sorry. Got a bellyache.

- To the company, on the double! - Yes, sir!

And what do you think, Roshchin? Ran from the Reds, pinned shoulder boards,

so everyone would believe that you're not a Red spy?

Where's Romanovsky?

Romanovsky is at headquarters, but I'm not sure he'll receive you.

But I don't need your assurance.

Ivan Pavlovich, there is a defector here for you.

Captain Roshchin. He says he has an important message.

- Let him in. - Yes, sir!

Captain Roshchin. It's an honor.

Speaking of honor, tell me how you ended up among the Reds?

I'm ready to tell, but...

let me hand you this first.

- Met with Savinkov? - Right.

In Rostov, at the train station.

Boris's recommendation is worth a lot.

He created our army.

I'll give you the company of the late Captain Sinitsin.

I hope you can prove yourself in battle.

Yes, Sir! May I go?

Go.

Come on, pull!

Hurry! Put the ammunition boxes here!

They're heavy.

Hurry up, brothers!

Come on, hurry up, brothers!

Don't push me, will you?

- Take the bullets. - Well, well, well...

Next, come here!

Careful!

Right. Quicker!

We have a deplorable situation, comrades.

We have no time to dig in properly.

We're going to be beaten hollow tomorrow.

We'd better retreat.

- But there's no way back. - There is.

To Yegorov.

This is a plan for fortifying the stanitsa.

Ivan Ilyich! My dear!

Well, well, let's have a look.

Come on, speak up.

This is us. Here are the machine guns. Here is the crossing.

Here is Yegorov.

Going over the mountain pass?

Great job! That's a way out!

Wait, and where is Krasilnikov?

Krasilnikov has left. To the Makhnovists.

Son of a bitch.

That's how the stanitsa Cossacks get into the Red Army?

They fight until they reach their village and then stay.

- Irresponsible people. - Deserters must be shot.

They won't run then.

Like comrade Trotsky says:

"Desertion: execution.

Discipline violation: execution."

Comrade Lenin is in favor of repression, too.

I'm afraid the Red Army will fall short of volunteers by then.

So, are you against the party line?

Our comrade, Telegin, is а non- party man. Please take that into account.

How have you trusted command to him?

In combat, Comrade Commissar...

a trustworthy friend is better than a committed Bolshevik.

You say dangerous things. Aren't you afraid?

I've already soiled myself with fear!

All right, wake the solders, we'll prepare for the passage.

While Kornilov's men are getting ready for the storm,

we connect with Yegorov and hit them from behind.

Get going!

Stand! Check the ammunition. Closer together!

Forward march!

Captain of cavalry!

Are you going to play a song about pink skirts here?

- Such bourgeois vulgarity! - Cut it out, Onoli.

You don't tell me about bourgeois vulgarity.

Oh, yeah? Why shouldn't I?

I'm a nobleman by inheritance,

and this doesn't bother me for some reason. And you...

Who are you? The son of a factory owner?

Don't you dare! I am an officer, just like you!

An officer. But yesterday, you vanished somewhere before the fight.

The whole company couldn't find you.

I told you where I had been!

Where? Had a bellyache?

But nobody saw you in the toilet, either, for some reason.

And you were gone for a whole hour. How is that, valiant officer?

- Look here! Wretched nobleman! - What? What?

Calm down, gentlemen!

The Reds will gladly shoot both a hereditary nobleman

and a factory owner's son. Is this clear?

It is.

- Clear, gentlemen? - Clear. Clear.

Of course.

He knows better who the Reds would shoot. He served with them.

He may still be serving.

Do you suppose he's a Red spy?

I have no doubt of that.

Why on earth has he been given a squadron, then? On what grounds?

The general favors him.

But I really don't see why.

Then our general is a traitor, too!

Well, that's ridiculous, Onoli!

"Katya, my dear Katya...

I couldn't do otherwise.

I don't regret for a second that I did what I did.

There is only one thing I regret.

That is being rude to you.

Will you ever forgive me?"

To the shelter!

Over here!

Fire from the left!

Prepare for attack!

Shoot back!

There they are! There!

Svetlov!

- Svetlov! - Yes?

Why are our machine guns silent?

Because the Reds have hit our machine guns.

Ah! Blown everything to hell!

And our watch posts, too!

As though they knew about everything beforehand!

Who ratted out our defenses?

Do you mean me?

Who else?

Maybe the one who was gone for an hour today?

Company, to the top!

Dear God

Have a glass for yourself

We haven't drunk together for a long time

Good God What are you doing to the people?

There is no love or honor left anymore

Angels, Archangels and Cherubim

What is scarier on the Earth springs or winters?

Angels, Archangels and Cherubim

What is scarier on the Earth springs or winters?

Good God, look what you're doing

Don't turn people into rabid wolves

The White is also Red inside

The Red is also White outside

Angels, Archangels and Cherubim

What is scarier on the Earth, springs or winters?

Angels, Archangels and Cherubim

What is scarier on the Earth, springs or winters?

Katerina Dmitrievna, my dove, why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this alone? It's heavy.

Let me help you.

I can do it myself,

I'm an ordinary woman.

Wrong.

You are a rare woman.

I don't know anyone like you.

Make sure you don't wash things alone next time.

The laundress costs money.

Well, I can find money for the laundress somehow.

No, Sergey Alekseyevich.

It's embarrassing to me.

I already live at your expense.

Katerina Dmitrievna...

I am happy to have you in my house.

You have brought color into my life,

Ekaterina Dmitrievna.

So, I can do the washing myself. It's normal for me.

And our freeloader St. Petersburg

will wear down her soft hands, right?

And you're ready to pay for a laundress for her...

Sonya, what are you making a scene for?

For this! Here! Look at my hands!

She's been living too long in our house.

Hush, Sonya, she can hear.

Let her hear! Should I be embarrassed of her?

Sonya, darling, she is in a horrible situation.

You see, she's left all alone.

And you're ready to put her up, you old dog!

Now what do you mean by that?

Exactly what you think!

About that...

I know what I cry about.

Come here now, that's enough...

It's over. Calm down.

Sonya, listen.

You don't have to be angry with her.

She has already suffered enough!

It's me who has suffered! I have!

You think I don't see how you...

It's all right, that's it...

Wait, the lard is burning...

Old dog...

Girls, what if we take some champagne,

French eclairs with custard, and go up those stairs, eh?

How do you know so much?