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Safon Martynovich!

Get down!

They've burned our sailboat.

Wait, just for a second!

Ho!

You have to suffer for the truth,

Kolia. You have to pay dearly for it.

Don't forget:
Campanella paid for his

dream, for the truth with his life.

And my comrades are dying for it.

Many honest men will go on paying

for it with their lives.

Remember it.

Some day, there will be a time

when the world will be dazzling.

Instead of these swamps, fantastic

cities will rise, shining in the sun.

You just have to believe in it.

Have faith and wait.

Wear that chain, and remember...

Let me go, skunk!

Let go!

Go!

Believe, Kolia! And wait!

ANASTASIA:

THE 1920s

Kolka!

- Kolka!

- What?

You going to do some work or not?

- Kolka!

- What is it?

- What are you doing up there?

- Just looking for anything to see.

Nothing but swamps for thousands

of versts here.

This accursed land!

What happened?

- I need a drink.

- What happened?

That's it! Now we can't go

to the city anymore.

Where are the skins?

- Pigs! You drank up all the skins!

- Don't you get it? It's revolution.

The rabble are running things.

Robbing, murdering!

You'd better praise God that we got

away alive.

- Where'd you get all this?

- We grabbed whatever we could.

There wasn't any time.

- Where are you going, sister?

- Get out of the way, Spiridon.

- Where?

- Get out of my way.

You aren't going to neck in

the bushes with scum like that.

What?

Oh, my ring...

My ring of gold...

Here, look... these are for you.

No, wait... let me give them to you.

Berries, sweet berries.

Ripened in the sun... Delicious...

Did you miss me?

Kolia!

Did you?

I see you did.

I can't live without you, Kolia.

Kolia! Where the hell are you?

I mean it, Kolia, I wouldn't want

to live. Come here!

What's new in the village?

- Nothing. My brothers are back.

- Why so soon?

They say there's some revolution.

What?!

Yeah... There's no more czar.

Father!

- The Russian people have risen!

- Where have you been?

- The czar's overthrown! It's a revolt.

- Take your axe and start working!

It's over...

From now on...

From now on...

Now...

You've had your day.

Enough... It's our turn from now on.

You've held us by the throat for

a long time. You were crushing us.

Now you'll be at our feet!

At your feet? Who are you to say it?

You watch what you say, or I change

my mind and leave you an old maid.

That's it! I am marrying

Filka Solomin!

- You're what?

- You heard me!

- They may be poor, but they're nice.

- Go ahead!

Redhead straw!

And don't come back here again!

- Careful. You might destroy a nest!

- So what if I will?

You destroy the nest, the bird will

fly away and not sing anymore.

And when it doesn't sing,

work is no fun.

Filka!

Keep out of this!

Filka!

Are you deaf?

The girl's calling you!

Let her go to hell!

She says I'm not for her!

I won't let her make a fool of me!

- Come here.

- What?

Come here, I said.

Hell's bells!

Keep out of this!

Should I send the matchmakers to

your father, Anastasia Yerofeyevna?

Yes, you go right ahead,

Uncle Yermolai.

Filka!

Did you hear that?

Get down, Nastya!

- I want to talk to you.

- About what?

- Get down, I said!

- Who do you think you are?

- Filka, wait!

- Push, Filka, push!

You push.

Harder!

Nastya, you know how I am.

I am...

The devil got into me.

I'm sorry, Nastya.

- Nastya!

- Get out of here!

That's going to cost you, b*tch!

What if I shame you in front of

everyone? I'm going to.

I'll kneel at your doorstep,

and I won't go away!

- Go ahead.

- I will!

- Kolia, you want some nuts?

- Go away!

You know it's me you love, not him!

Nonsense! I don't know what you mean.

Filka, come here.

Push!

Push harder!

So you're marrying your son off,

Yermolai?

A wedding, a big wedding!

Such a beautiful wedding!

- Dad, let me come to the wedding.

- Get away!

Yermolai, you lick the boots

of the rich now?

Our Filka is marrying Nastya.

Nastya! Come out right now!

Nastya!

Nastya!

Come out, or I'll leave without you!

You, Solomins! Come out right now!

You're afraid of the revolution!

Solomins!

Murderers! Now your kind's finished!

It's the revolution!

Don't cry... I won't touch you.

I feel a tightness... 'round my heart...

A tightness...

Filthy dog!

Listen to me, my dear.

Nastya is not for you.

Take any boat and leave.

Go anywhere you want.

Go find your revolution.

And your City of Light.

I'm not leaving without Nastya!

It scares you, doesn't it,

the revolution?

They're going to cut your heads off,

and Nastya will go with me.

I'll take her away!

- Hold him, Spiridon!

- I've got him!

Vassily, I didn't mean...

I didn't want to!

Vassily, I didn't mean to hurt you!

You won't get me!

Let go!

No more, Pyotr! Pyotr, enough.

Vassily, wait.

Wait, let me give it to him.

Get away.

- But don't kill him, you hear, son?

- All right, I'll just teach him.

Leave me alone!

What was Kolia shouting

about the czar?

Keep away!

Stay away, or I'll kill you!

NIKOLAI, SON OF AFANASY

THE 1930's

HERE LIES AFANASY USTYUZHANIN,

SERVANT OF GOD:

...And our homes we'll protect

in battles.

The cannons roared without stopping.

A-rattling went our machine gun.

The bandits ran, their weapons

dropping.

And only forward we marched on.

The cannons roared without stopping.

A-rattling went our machine gun.

The bandits ran, their weapons

dropping.

And only forward we marched on.

It's your homeland, son.

Doesn't look like much.

Only... there's no other like it.

The hour has come, my brother,

To slay all executioners.

They took me for a stranger.

You put your foot right in sh*t!

You forgotten how to shoot?

- We just wanted to scare you away.

- To scare me?

The times we live in,

vermin of all kinds crawls in.

- So it's you, is it?

- It's me.

And where is Nastya?

I salute you, my worthy family!

My sincere thanks for kicking me out

of the village that day.

Otherwise, I would never have met good

people and learned what I know now.

I've brought someone to see you...

My son, your grandson,

Alexei Ustyuzhanin.

We have come

to build a new life here.

Where's Nastya?

Why isn't she here?

Nastya? She perished

in the storm of revolution.

Go back to the house...

In the house...

Our Siberia is a hard land,

that's right.

Hard, but not poor.

Everything about Siberia is in this

magazine.

And the pictures show everything

that our land contains.

Scientists have found

that under the forest and the marshes,

great Siberian riches are hidden.

Oil, gas, metals,

minerals, gold, and so on.

It's been decided to start digging

under the marshes.

This is a derrick drill bought in

England, paid for with gold.

It's going to be put here, near Yelan,

and it will pump from the earth...

- What?

- Everything there is in there.

And if we fall in?

What's so funny? If they dig holes,

there will be nowhere to stand.

They'll take out everything good, with

only sh*t left. You'll stand on sh*t.

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