We Live Again

Christ is risen from the dead, trampling down death by death.

And upon those in the tomb.

Bestowing life.

When I will come to see you.

Rapid flow the dear rivers

I want you to carry away all my sorrow.

With your fast waters.

On the fields the girls were strolling.

Singing and picking up corn flowers.

There they met the young fellow.

He gave them a look as though he were superior.

Scarcely looked at them.

Scarcely looked at them.

Katusha!

Katusha!

What are you doing in the fields again?

There was nothing more to do in the house,

so I came here to help!

You'll catch it when they find out you're in the fields again!

And what are you thinking of? Don't you know he's arriving today?

He? Who?

Who? You numbskull!

The prince! Dmitri Ivanovitch!

He's on his way from the station now!

I thought it was tomorrow!

Tomorrow! Go into the house and put on your Sunday frock!

You dirty girl! And comb your hair!

I will!

And don't forget his welcoming gift!

Have you?

What are you smelling, Dmitri? I don't smell anything.

Spring. You don't smell the spring?

Oh, that!

This air. It's wonderful.

It's going to be a wonderful summer.

But there'll be no loafing for you, Dmitri.

You'll spend the summer in study.

We shall be very disappointed if you fail to pass your officer's examination.

Aunt Marie, I don't like the army.

- What? - I don't like what it represents.

I don't see why I should be an officer, anyway.

Because your father was one, and your grandfather!

Because the Nekhlyudovs have always served their czar.

I don't know whether I want to serve my czar.

- Dmitri, dear boy! - What is this?

I want to serve my country.

That's why I'd rather go into civil service.

Russia's in a pretty rotten condition.

- Dmitri! - Dmitri!

We're going to have a revolution if we don't look out.

Revolution in Russia? Ridiculous.

You think so? Well, let me tell you.

When our rulers place yokes around our necks...

When tyrants grind their heels in our faces...

When oppression rules instead of justice...

Where did you pick up this nonsense?

I read it in a book.

Good morning. Good morning.

The prince must be a big man now!

Oh, yes. Don't move all around.

Stand in one place.

Over this way.

- Ivan, you stand there. - Yes, Anton Ivanovitch.

Here, you stand in line. You get over there.

Welcome, Your Highness, Dmitri Ivanovitch!

Come around.

Everyone, just as I told you.

Now one at a time.

Ivan.

- Welcome, Your Highness. - Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh. Thank you. Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- May God bless Your Highness. - Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Why do they give me food? They need it, and we don't.

Hush! It's a custom... It's always done!

Thank you very much. But really, I don't like taking it.

Anton, His Highness is tired after his journey.

Tell them to place their gifts on the steps

and give them His Highness' thanks.

But, Aunt Marie, I'm not tired, and I should thank them personally.

Friends!

Dear friends! And brothers in suffering!

That'll do, Dmitri. Come.

- Tell them, Anton. - But, Aunt Marie...

Brothers in suffering, indeed!

Really, Dmitri!

Welcome, Dmitri Ivanovitch.

I wish you every happiness...

and... and happiness!

And I give you this for good luck!

Katusha?

No! Oh, my goodness, it is.

Why, of all the...

This is the most startling thing I've ever seen!

I mean the way you've changed!

Why, six years ago... I can't believe my eyes...

You were just a little girl with freckles, wasn't she?

She has grown up.

You were just a little freckled cocoon.

And now, now you are a butterfly!

A beautiful white and golden butterfly!

If our butterfly could manage it,

I wish she would serve us tea in the sitting room.

You'll want to wash first, Dmitri.

You'll find your old room upstairs ready for you.

I can't get over it! She's become a raving beauty!

She's a very sweet girl.

She's a servant. You're not forgetting that.

- What difference does that make? - She's not to be treated as an equal.

Why not? We practically grew up together.

Well, now, you are grown up.

You're not of the same class and never can be.

Even though your Aunt Sophie is teaching her French

and trying to make a lady of her.

Why, Marie, I'm doing nothing of the kind.

I'm very fond of the child,

and she has a natural aptitude for learning.

You will never make a peasant into a lady.

I'm not so sure of that.

After all, what's the difference between peasants and ourselves?

Suppose we all took our clothes off...

What?

Well, I don't mean that we really should...

What I mean is, figuratively speaking.

If...

Is there warm water in my room?

Yes.

Katusha!

- Where are you? - With the cow!

What a book!

What marvelous thoughts this writer has!

- You've got to read it. - What is it called?

Look.

"Land and Freedom. "

The government has suppressed it.

I've met Simonson, the author. He's a great thinker.

The police are after him.

Is it an immoral book?

It's the most moral book ever written.

It says that all people are equal

and that the land should belong to everybody.

- Is there a love story? - No, no, of course not.

- Love stories are for children. - I like them.

They're all right in their place, but before love comes humanity.

People.

But if people didn't fall in love,

there wouldn't be any people.

Well, yes, but... but you do believe, of course, that we're all equal?

- Are we? - Not yet, but we should be.

Then who would be servant and who would be master?

There wouldn't be any servants. We'd all be masters.

Who would do the work then?

Oh, you numbskull.

Katusha, you're only beautiful. You're not bright.

Now look here. Stop that!

Who does the air belong to?

I don't know.

Do you have to pay to breathe air?

No.

Now we are getting somewhere.

And the water, who owns the water?

- What kind of water? - There's only one kind of water!

Who owns it?

The man who owns the well?

No, no... the water in the ocean. Salt water, let's say.

What is it good for, except pickles?

You're hopeless.

But I'll make you understand this if I have to...

Get up.

Come here.

Now kiss me.

Come on, I'm ordering you to.

Kiss me.

There! Now do you see what I mean?

No.

- Why did you kiss me? - Because you asked me to.

- Why did I ask you to? - I don't know.

Well, I'll tell you why.

Because being a nobleman, I knew that if I asked you to do something,

you'd have to do it.

Now why have I the right to force you against your will?

Why should...

- Well, you didn't exactly force me. - Keep quiet when I'm talking.

Who is it that gives me that privilege?

God? No, no, no... the accident of birth.

Why should that be the...

What's the matter?

First, you ask me to kiss you, and then when I do what you ask,

you shout at me.

No, no, Katusha, don't cry. Don't cry. I was only arguing.

I was just trying to show you how unequal things are.

It was just a philosophical discussion.

But you asked me to...

I know, but I was just trying to put over a point.

That's all. I didn't have any desire to kiss you.

No, no, nothing like that. It was all pure reasoning.

I was just illustrating an unjust social condition.

There, there. That's all it was.

Don't cry, Katusha.