The Priest Page #2

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for the Tsar and Russia against the Germans?

You see, I am a German Russian.

In 1914 I finished Aleksandr military highschool.

I left on the austrian front.

- And in 1917?

In the autumn of '17 I was in Moscow.

Have you fought with the junkers for Kremlin?

For Kerenski, give me a break.

Thank you.

One icecream.

Then the Don River, then Denikin, the defeat, the end.

In the '20s I returned to the home of my ancestors,

in occidental Prussia (Germany),

I have become a colonel,

but I remain orthodox.

Very well. So you are saying,

you know Hitler personally?

A few days ago I had lunch with him

and some of his close ones.

And, what about it, does he wish

the rebirth of Orthodoxy in Russia?

You wish for a direct answer? Then - no.

In this case,

it's a momentary weekness?

And then, like in the time of the Romans,

the persecution,

crucified Christians along the roads?

Or as it is usually with our civilized world...

Generally, the Fuhrer cares little about this.

But the people that take care of our problem

are interested in the rebirth

of the church life in Russia.

Or you have other solutions?

Unfortunately, no.

Bless, vldica.

Yes, within the land of Pskov

there is not one temple functioning,

they all have been tainted.

Wearing away, empty.

And it is meet to transform this desert

in a godly manner.

You, Father Gheorghii,

and you, father Kiril...

We will have to do our best.

Where we would gather so many priests?

We will search everywhere.'

All over Pribaltika.

Vladica, forgive me.

Father Alexander from Tihonie

is looking for you.

Call him.

There is our first priest for our mission.

It's the best example for a Russian priest.

He holds short sermons, but

they touch you straight to the heart.

I know him for a long time.

He had his share of trouble during the 20s.

Deportations, concentration camps.

Everything, generally.

May I?

Bless, vladica.

Have a seat father Alexander.

Have some tea.

Good day, fathers. Happy holidays.

As in war times, I am presenting myself

at your command.

We were just talking about you.

- About me?

You have nothing else to talk about?

We were guessing: whoever will enter first,

that one will be the first priest for

the Orthodox mission in Pskov.

What's with this mission?

The rebirth of Orthodoxy in Pskov.

With the help of the Germans?

It is not good.

Let us renovate the churches; surely, we must.

And people are kind of lonely without churches.

But with the Germans' help?

Even if sometimes I should know

my place and I should be quiet,

I will still ask you, however.

What is this, Fathers, dears...

Doesn't it mean betraying our country?

The Soviets have no God - they

are not our country.

This is so, but think for yourselves.

I was baptized in the honor of Aleksandr Nevski,

I honor him as a protector.

And he defeated the Germans.

We are Russians.

The good shepherd will even offer his own

soul, for the good of the sheep.

Our people will suffer a lot under the Germans.

Could we - then - deprive the people

of God's caressing?

If it is so...

I am ready.

And where will you "dislocate" me?

You say you were named in the

honor of Aleksandr Nevski?

Then leave for the village Zakati.

The church from that village

carries the dedication of your protector.

As you wish to

bless me, Vladica.

Russia is so strange.

What a monstrous combination between

life's sorrow and nature's beauty.

Look, this sky, this river,

this beautiful forest, the birds' song.

And then this decrepit construction,

- L'Arc de Triumphe.

Yes, Paris, Paris.

Aim higher. Rome, Babylon.

Yeah, right. Let's leave.

Be careful.

What beautiful weather.

Hard to believe that there is a war on.

People are killing each other.

You don't believe? Your Lioska is killing.

If he's not being killed.

O, you parasite.

How is your tongue not drying out?

Children.

Picture...

Don't be scared, children.

Come on, the bird

will fly from here.

Hans, you can verify your theory.

Why not. It's a chance.

You are not asleep.

One more time.

Cursed woman.

Hans, stop it. What is it, you haven't

been slapped by girls before?

Hans, hide the gun.

Hans, calm down.

Ready, it's time to leave.

It's only a child.

Are you out of your mind?!

You missed, Big Shooter.

The brandy is mine.

I hope you are convinced.

Your theory is dumb.

Russian girls do wear underwear.

Masha...

He killed her!

Well, where is this war of yours?

It looks like they killed a cow.

Such good drivers you are.

What am I going to feed

my children with?

What are you looking for here, shameless people?

You should have remained in your Germany.

May you die!

Dear sun...

What am I going to feed my children with...

Where are you, Lord?!

Let's go.

- My dear child.

Let me have a smoke.

Cigarette?

- Aha.

So I can smoke, yes.

A good German cigarette.

Are you going to pour for him, also?

Can't make a joke anymore.

Don't make me laugh.

My camera is shaking.

Comrades.

Comrades.

Look, Walter, what is she doing?

She's milking the dead cow.

Milk. Fresh.

We are going to unknown places.

Why unknown? Russia, Pskov,

old city of the Russian country.

I know you from somewhere, Father Alexander.

We met in Riga.

- With icecream.

Exactly.

Look what happened here.

Where?

Where the Battle on the Frozen Lake

took place, a few miles from here.

As if you wouldn't know.

Such a strange person you are, Lioska.

Do you know that here, where the club is,

used to be a church dedicated to Aleksandr Nevski?

Yes.

Masenka...

All my distress...

untie her...

as you wish...

Boy. Don't be afraid, I'm one of ours.

Do you have something to eat?

I do. Some bread and fish.

Only that I am not a boy. I am Eva.

We are going in order to make the desert reborn.

That is why we are missionaries.

The orthodox mission in Pskov.

It is not without meaning that

tomorrow is the celebration of Appearance Changing.

Aha, we're going.

Nice words - to be reborn with the Germans.

They will stick them on

your foreheads, afterwards.

Judas. You will never be clean again.

Andreevna.

- OK, I'll be quiet.

Don't be upset, mother Alevtina.

It's not the case to give

consideration to the label.

So we start working.

Chief, we could use some cold water.

If it weren't for this war, in 2-3 years

all churches of Russia,

all down to the last one, would have been destroyed

by the communists.

And you together with them.

Halt!

Good evening!

Hell, Johann!

Hey, Paul!

- Is that you?

I see you're wearing a

belly now?

They are jolly.

Maybe they are laughing on our

account, too.

Look at their faces...

Even the pig is more modest.

Father Gheorghi, put a lock to your mouth.

Why should we search for trouble?

It will be necessary...

To trick the Germans? It will be hard.

We crushed the Bolsheviks, and now we aren't

going to be able to fool the sausage-makers (Germans)?

Well you see, as you are saying,

I am the offspring of sausage-makers.

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