Proshchanie (Farewell to Matyora) (Прощание)

MOSFILM

This film was conceived and prepared for production by

Director Larissa SHEPITKO

Cinematographer Vladimir CHUKHNOV

Production Designer Yuri FOMENKO

FAREWELL

Based on the novel by Valentin Rasputin "Farewell to Matyora"

...And again spring arrived,

another spring in its own endless sequence,

but the last one for Matyora,

for the island and the village with the same name...

FAREWELL

Hope l don't burst.

Drink, girl, while the tea is real.

You can't have a samovar there.

Yeah...

You want some, Anyuta?

I've my own, no worse than yours.

Here, eat it.

What do I need a cucumber for? I'd prefer a dirty old man.

That would tickle me! Right, Liza?

Lizaveta!

What is it?

Remember how we tried to marry you off to old Maxim?

He was really green, that old fellow.

Remember how he sneaked away crawling through the gardens?

You're just envious!

They can't find the old man to this day, must be still crawling.

Still crawling!

That's whom we should marry off,

if even you, his mother, can't cope with him.

Who needs him?

Born shrunken, will die drunken, never seeing the big wide world.

If he goes straight, why not marry him?

- Would you? - Why not?

And you two will sing the same tune.

We'll sing and dance! Sure thing!

The moon got a purple-like shading,

Where waves beat on rocks so strong...

He's mute as a nail.

- He's not mute. - Why doesn't he say something then?

Why don't you teach your grandson to talk properly?

He won't thank you when he grows up.

When he grows up, he won't thank anybody, neither his dad nor his mom.

Doesn't know him, doesn't remember her, that cuckoo flew away.

I wouldn't give Kolya to her anyway.

We'll get in a boat,

push off, and sail wherever our fancy takes us,

into the big, wide ocean.

Soon...

Soon...

Maybe they're only scaring us?

Why scare us for no reason?

So that everybody be scared.

The moon got a purple-like shading,

Where waves beat on rocks so strong.

Let's go, my beautiful, riding,

I've been waiting for you so long...

Damn you!

Plundering the dead!

Cutting down crosses!

Destroying everything there!

- What are you talking about? - Where?

At the cemetery, Goddamn!

So that's it.

That's how it is.

The day has come.

The day of reckoning.

For me, too.

We won't let you do it!

We're disinfecting the cemetery.

And they attacked us with fence poles. Over there.

They smashed my nose.

Like dogs!

My teeth!

My teeth!

The graves!

Your mother and father lie here!

Children lie here!

There'll be a sea here and your crosses will float away!

There'll be ships and people here. Is that what you want?

Until Matyora is flooded, I'm boss here.

I was born here, my father and grandfather were born here.

Let me live the rest of my life without disgrace!

People!

I just found mama's photo

trampled into the mud by those pigs!

What's this?!

You!..

Are you the chairman of the village Soviet or what...

Who told you to start with the cemetery?

Well, then, who didn't stop you?

Where is Pinegin? Pavel Mironovich?

- Where's your team leader? - Who knows.

Why are you treating people like this?

- Who hit him? - They're like crazy!

Is this the way to start a good thing?

Is this the way?

These are difficult days

for all of us.

We all know that the bottom of a future reservoir...

Don't confuse sins with righteousness!

We all know

that the bottom of a future reservoir must be...

cleared in time.

And, no matter what happens,

no matter how painful it is,

we must go on living

like humans.

Greetings to everyone.

Is this a meeting? Ah, the bosses are here, too.

What do you think you're doing?!

You used to run around here as a kid, Pasha, remember?

Try to remember, Pasha!

As a kid! Have you no heart?

What have I to do with this?

You?!

You're the team leader, you should watch over them!

Pinegin... Pinegin! Sure, blame everything on Pinegin!

Sure, he's from these parts,

so to give him hell is no sin.

I can't tear myself apart, can I?

Hand over machines, accept machines, watch here, look there.

It's easy for them to issue orders.

Of course, he's running from one shore to the other, anyway.

Rushing about from mother to wife,

taking care of two homes.

How can I keep track of every fool who desecrates graves?

What can I do? You think it doesn't make me sick at heart?

How many times have I told you to get ready? No, no way!

Being stubborn as though you're being moved off to America.

Of course, it's difficult at first.

No wood to chop or stoves to fire.

Some even want to take the cows and sheep with them.

Where will you keep them? There's no grass there.

All right, mother.

Stop torturing me.

I'll move the graves over.

The granddad's and the grandmother's.

Have patience.

We've been in space for half a year now

and I still can't get used

to the beauty of the earth as it's seen from up here. It's impossible.

Nyunya.

Nyunya.

That's enough.

Come on out.

Where're you, dear cows?..

Hear me?

Come out!

Darya...

Why us?

Did we do something?

Everyone in his time.

You're first, we'll wait.

Damn, where are you?

Go on.

Lock it.

Just a minute.

- Yegor. - What?

What do I do with the keys?

Throw them in the river.

Give them to me.

It's all right.

Nastasya!

Coming.

Don't wrap the samovar up taking it out of the house.

Why not?

It's a bad sign. It should see where to return.

Those signs don't mean anything to us anymore.

All right. Let's go.

It's all right.

Maybe everything'll be fine.

Mother earth, moist earth. Mother earth, moist earth...

Mother earth...

You're blessed, you're consecrated, you...

You...

You're blessed.

You're consecrated.

You're the tsar of tsars.

You're the tsar of tsars.

Be kind, have mercy.

Be kind, have mercy.

Be kind, have mercy.

Oh Mother Earth, you're blessed, you're consecrated,

you're adorned with herbs and flowers.

The sun and stars shine on you, and evening dawns.

Father Tsar of fire,

you're the tsar of tsars, you're the fire of all fires.

Be kind, have mercy.

I pray to you, Father Tsar Fire,

burn all our grief, our fears and worries,

but don't touch any of us.

I will ask you, Father, I will ask you, red sun,

why these guests came, and stand here as never before.

Unfamiliar people came, the unheard-of guests are standing.

As the moon is bright in the sky, the snows are dead,

let their deeds be dead too.

You are a fire before me, I am strong water before you.

A fast stream is persevering, Mother Earth is patient.