The Road to Calvary (Хождение по мукам)

SISTERS, THE YEAR 1918 A GLOOMY MORNING

ALEXEY TOLSTOY ROAD TO CALVARY

ROAD TO CALVARY BASED ON THE NOVEL BY THE SAME NAME

EPISODE TEN

How is Dasha? Is she better?

When I left, she was ill. Very ill.

I don't know about her at all. She doesn't write and forbade me to do so.

Katya and I also broke up badly.

Now she is a prisoner of Makhno's soldiers.

Do you need any help?

No, I can manage.

It will be hard for you to cope with it.

He is on our side these days.

Well, then I'll become one of yours.

I don't care who I'm going to be, a Red soldier or a White one.

I just want to find Katya.

Of course, I'm a Russian officer, and I don't have to judge like that.

Well, I'm at war for Russia? Yes. But with whom?

With a German? With a Frenchman?

I'm at war with another Russian.

For instance, with you.

And I've been fighting with you.

And also for Russia.

But for a different one.

No, Russia is one country,

there can be no other.

But we're tearing it apart.

Well, someone should stop first.

But who?

- Someone who appreciates it more. - Who appreciates it more...

I'm not asking you why you're here.

But be careful, White soldiers are everywhere.

All the way to the Volga.

What about Samara?

The Red Army is there, but not for long.

Farewell!

Hold on.

Here you go.

- What is it? - Mandates.

You will show that to Batko; he doesn't touch our people.

Thanks, but first, I want to return the favor.

Here you go.

Well, good luck, Mr. Roshchin.

Good luck, Comrade Telegin.

"I'm not afraid to die in battle. We'll give our lives for our power."

Do you know who the author is? Bessonov.

- It seems he died. - He's alive and writes such trash.

- Just read it yourself. - No, thanks.

I get it.

Tell me, why is there a machine gun here?

This is our Maksimka, it's an exotic.

Mamont Dalsky loves exotics.

Cheers! For the ladies!

Thanks a lot!

Thank you! Cheers!

Cheers!

Let me introduce you. Mamont Dalsky.

The great actor and...

Take a seat.

- Where's your horse, huh? - Where's the horse?

- Wine? - No, thank you.

We'll drop you off on your horses.

We're out of wine.

Bring us some wine, please.

Even if he doesn't find wine,

he can get drunk on your eyes.

Don't worry.

I won't disfigure your youth with my love.

I'm a free person.

And free people don't love.

Nor do they demand love.

Day and night, the heart drops sweet caresses

Day and night, the head swirls wild with glee

Day and night, like a fevered tale's excesses

Your soft words ring true to me

Only once in a lifetime do meetings happen

Only once doth fate cut its silken string

Only once, one cold night in late autumn

Love is all I want to bring

It's divine!

I'll free you from all troubles and daily hardships,

I'll give you great fireworks of passion.

I'll give everything you say in the space between embraces.

Ask me now, otherwise it'll be too late.

Tell me what you want.

I'd like to get back to the hotel and go to sleep, as I'm very tired.

I'll walk you out, Daria Dmitrievna.

We'll make do without you, buddy.

I'll walk you out myself.

So, tell me what you want.

- Nothing. - Well, that doesn't happen!

It does.

You're stubborn, girl.

I love it.

- Thanks a lot. Good night! - Where did that come from?

I live here.

This place isn't for such a gorgeous woman as yourself.

It's just a place to sleep and nothing more.

- Then I'll walk you to bed. - That's out of the question.

That's not the answer I want.

Sorry, but there'll be no other answer.

- You're- - - I'm asking you.

Don't be so familiar with me.

Daria Dmitrievna!

Let's have dinner tomorrow.

Tomorrow is Wednesday, I can't. I have an important meeting.

Then on Thursday?

Perhaps.

On Thursday, I'll wait for you right here.

HOTEL DONON

God knows what it is.

Yes, Agafia.

How apropos.

I saved the robe. I didn't sell it.

Well, who'd buy it, master?

In this day and age.

Yes, you're right.

Comrade Bessonov, the Housing Committee threw us out on the street.

What?

Out of your apartment?

I thought it was out of mine.

Oh, good heavens!

Of course it's your apartment,

but here I...

lived half my life with you.

Let me stay in my little room.

I promise, we won't bother you.

Comrade Bessonov.

- In the name of God! - There's no God, Comrade Agafia.

He's been gone for over a year. Haven't you heard?

Lock your door tight.

Lenin...

Marx...

The Party's will...

The Party's will...

The Par...

…ty's will.

Oh, I'm drowning, drowning

I asked to go home

But he didn't let me

I asked to go home

But he didn't let me

Shut up.

Shut up.

Shut up!

But you didn't let me go to your place

I asked to go home

But you...

I asked

But he...

Madam, I can give you 20 gold chervontsy for this brooch

or 40 bank notes. Make up your mind!

Who needs these bank notes now? Give me chervontsy.

- Do you wish to pawn something? - I do.

Money, jewelry.

Any woman would want this. For instance, my wife.

But she won't turn a gun on me

for the sake of fulfilling her beautiful dream.

Shut up!

Miss, get out of here!

Otherwise I'll call the guards.

The guard hid behind the stove.

The guard's resting.

Perhaps a young lady wouldn't fire, but I sure will.

Do you believe me?

What choice do I have?

Today I dreamed about cobwebs.

Sofa said it means ruin.

Sofa's never wrong.

That's all?

You see, comrade.

There's nothing to kill for.

You dreamt about cobwebs, did you?

Was there a spider?

No.

Well, then live.

Make Sofa happy.

The people have become impoverished.

PAWN SHOP

- It's time to leave here. - To Paris?

Paris is more than we can afford.

But we have plenty of money.

Our money is enough only to settle in Zhmerinka.

Paris demands a different kind of investment.

Let's go to Moscow.

Only there can we hit the jackpot.

Then to Paris?

Sure, let's.

Let's go to Paris.

I'm ready to do anything for this.

But first, to Moscow.

We'll see what you're ready for.

Yes.

- To the new capital. - That's right.

Then to Paris. Let's go pack.

- You wanted to see me? - Definitely!

Where have you been?

Walking across the steppe.

The steppe isn't for walking.

What is it for?