The Island

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Russia Channel

State Television Company

Pavel Lounguine Studio

present

Pyotr Mamonov

Victor Suhorukov

Dmitry Dyuzhev

O Lord Jesus Christ Son of God,

have mercy on me, a sinner.

in a Pavel Lounguine film

l S L A N D

War, 1942

There's nobody here.

What now?

Don't shoot!

Don't shoot! l... l give myself up.

Don't shoot!

Where's your captain?

What?

Where's your captain?

Nicht verstehen! l don't understand.

Don't! l understand.

He's here.

Don't beat me.

l'll show you where.

He's here.

Right here.

Hey, Tikhon!

Tikhon, get out!

Get out, now!

That's him.

- How long?

- 20 minutes.

You are useless. Shoot!

- Aim!

- No!

Don't shoot me, please!

Don't shoot me.

Don't shoot me!

Please! Don't shoot me.

Kill him. Be a man.

What d'ya want?

Be a man.

l can't.

l won't.

Didn't make it, did ya?

But l did. Yes.

Bastards, you killed Tikhon!

Monastery, 1976

Father, where is Father Anatoly?

Sleeping.

We've been waiting a long time.

Why is he sleeping?

l see. He's sleeping.

How long do we wait? We are tired.

Wait a little.

He'll come out before long.

l'd like to talk

to holy man Anatoly.

What?

There'll be more sense

if you listen to the radio.

Are you in trouble?

Yes.

Big trouble.

Don't cry. l'll ask him.

Perhaps he'll deign...

But then he's been

in the sulks today.

l'll not be in your debt.

Put that away, you fool.

Don't let me see it again.

Sorry.

Well then...

You want a blessing for murder?

Take this for a blessing.

Please, Father,

ask the blessing for an abortion

from the holy man.

You are heading for hell

and want to drag me too?

l know

if l have a baby

no one's gonna marry me.

Who'll want me with a baby?

No one'll want you without it.

lt was preordained.

You'll have a baby...

for comfort.

Or you'll be cursing yourself

all your life

that you killed an innocent child.

How do you know?

You are not a holy man.

Maybe l too...

killed a man.

Anyway, don't kneel before me.

Fall to your knees

when you pray to God.

You'll have a boy.

A golden boy.

Now get off my island!

O Lord, have mercy...

Glory be to Thee, O Lord

Glory be to Thee.

Glory be to the Father,

and to the Son,

and to the Holy Ghost,

for ever and ever. Amen.

Blessed be God

For ever and ever. Amen.

Glory be to Thee, O Lord

Glory be to Thee.

Glory to the Father,

and to the Son...

O all-holy Trinity,

have mercy upon us.

O Lord, wash away our sins...

Remember, O Lord,

the soul of thy departed servant,

the warrior Tikhon.

Pardon him every sin

and grant him the Kingdom of Heaven

and the Fount of everlasting Life.

O Lord Jesus Christ

Son of God,

have mercy on this sinner.

O Lord, forsake me not...

Forsake me not, help me, O Lord.

Deliver my soul from the dungeon,

O Lord

forsake me not.

Have mercy upon me, O Lord,

blot out my transgressions.

For l acknowledge my iniquity

and my sin is ever before me.

Wash me and l shall be whiter

than snow,

make me hear joy and gladness,

wash me from my iniquity

and cleanse me from my sin.

Create in me a clean heart,

Cast me not away

from Thy presence.

Harken the prayers of our Holy Fathers,

O Lord Jesus Christ our God,

have mercy on us.

Hey, Father Anatoly,

somebody has soiled the handle.

Who could it be?

Must be some mean souls.

- Wipe it.

- ln a minute.

Give me a rag to wipe my hand.

l got none.

Don't l give you rags

for your needs?

No rags really.

Go inside, have a look.

That is, if you don't mind

the soot, filth, coal.

No matter.

l'm here on behalf

of our Father Superior, Filaret.

Get Father Filaret's blessing

and live in peace with him.

Live with a saint you'll become a saint.

You said something

and l didn't get it.

Father Filaret shows his kindness.

He wants you to live in his chamber

to mend your health.

Who's going to work here?

Lay brother Nicodimus.

Why, he dreads fire.

We all dread Gehenna.

Father Job,

bless me to stay here.

l'm used to it, l know all about it.

lt's winter. l need to stoke up.

Do you hear me?

Father Filaret is showing

you kindness!

Look, you learned to read and write,

didn't you?

lf l didn't l wouldn't be a chief.

Read holy books too.

Sure, l know many by heart.

l forget

why Cain

killed his brother Abel.

You and your jokes.

You'd better wipe that handle.

You're wallowing in filth,

joker.

lt's sheer bliss...

You are always scaring me!

Where did you learn to walk

noiselessly?

lf you like,

l can make me horseshoes

so l'm always heard from a distance.

Just you dare!

This is a monastery, not stables.

lf everybody wears horseshoes

there'll be such noise!

Like at a hippodrome.

Should l make bets on you?

What now?

Let me report...

Father Anatoly...

Father Anatoly? Not again!

What has he done wrong?

lt's all written here.

What do l want with your scrawl?

Say what you have to say.

And let's have done with this.

This is what in all honesty

can no longer be tolerated.

Firstly, Anatoly never washes

his face and hands.

Second, he is always late for work.

Third, Mainland folk are

always coming to see him.

Yesterday he showed up

in church

with a felt boot on one leg

and a sock on the other

and started singing

through his nose.

Father,

the brethren are grumbling.

On festive occasions

he does come to church

but he doesn't pray,

only exposes...

He was barred from refectory.

Enough. My head is spinning already.

Where is he now?

Where else?

ln the boiler room

having tea with laymen.

With sugar!

- Shall l call him?

- No, l'll see him.

Did you tell him to quit his work

in the boiler room

and move to my cell?

- l did.

- And?

He asked me

if l know

why Cain killed Abel.

Why indeed?

Are you trying to hurt me?

Sorry. You can go.

l'll sort it out with him.

l mean well...

Go, my good man, go.

And forgive me.

O Mother of God,

forgive this sinner,

save and keep me.

Give me and my brethren

health and strength.

May this day be joyful

and free of sin.

Forgive me,

Mother of God.

Preserve my faith

and multiply my love for Thee.

With my whole heart

have l sought thee, O Lord.

O Lord, grant remission

of their sins

unto all who have fallen asleep

in faith and the hope

of resurrection...

Father!

Take this. All homemade.

Please pray for my late husband.

He was killed

in the Great Patriotic War.

Have a seat, sister.

Let's have tea.

Sit down.

Now tell me your story.

He keeps coming to me in my sleep.

- What does he say?

- Nothing.

He just groans.

He must be feeling bad up there.

- Did you love him?

- l still do.

We'd been together only six months.

Then he was recruited.

l've been widowed for 30 years now.

Very well.

Given such love,

it'll do no harm to ask.

l'll go see Father Anatoly.

He is not a saint but well-read.

He may give some useful advice.

Come over here.

While l'm talking to him -

l'll open the door -

you stand here and listen.

Just be quiet.

- What's his name?

- Mikhail.

Father Anatoly,

a widow here asks you to pray

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