The Priest Page #4

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- I'm going to the club, to dance.

That's where the Germans are.

They are celebrating their Christmas.

Leave me alone. Do you understand?

So this is how you have it here.

What are you waiting for? Turn off the light.

Turn off the light.

You wouldn't want to kill me, would you?

I don't know, yet.

My legs.

I ran all day.

What have I done wrong to you?

You have rotten the very core of my life.

- When did I manage?

- Listen to me, priest, and don't interrupt.

Who are you,

where did you come from?

Who invited you here, loud-mouth?

Who are you serving?

The Germans, the traitors.

I was born and raised here in Zakati.

I loved here.

My first and my last love.

Masha Toroptzeva.

And look, right here I confessed

my love to her.

The Germans came and killed her.

Now you.

Wait...

- Hold on!

Aren't you afraid of death?

I'm afraid.

But, if my time has come,

then glory to the Lord.

Before finishing what you have in mind,

let me untie you from your sins.

What is you name?

- Lioha.

Are you baptized?

My stupid grandmother baptized me in childhood.

Jesus Christ the Exceedingly-merciful and Lover of people

may He forgive you, the servant of God Alexei,

everything that you have done wrong,

and the sin which you have in your mind to murder a priest.

And the unworthy priest which is I,

with the power given to me,

I forgive and untie you of all your sins.

In the name of the Father

and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit.

You know you're something, priest.

Lord and Mother of God.

Thank you for being merciful with

me, the sinner.

And this dumb boy you have delivered from

eternal death.

Mother, tell me honestly...

Do I look Jewish?

- No, Lord be with you.

Russian 100%

Slower, your trigger will brake.

Our priest is again coming from somewhere.

HE travels the roads, goes through villages,

departs people from this world and baptizes.

Isn't he going to the partisans?

What's going on, Granpa,

are you entering into Jerusalem?

Seed of antichrist...

Eva.

Father is back.

- Play.

Excuse me?

Starting with today you are my legal

daughter, with documents.

Eva Aleksandrovna Ionina.

Pray for the health of the servant of God

Ivan Fiodorici Freihausen.

He has helped us.

Restless child. Like a ladybug.

Wait.

Let us serve lunch.

I don't want to.

Still.

He managed to bring the prisoners

from the concentration camp

into our church.

Glory to the Lord.

- Truly.

I'm looking at you, Father,

and I wonder.

Are you for the Germans?

Although it would seem that you are not.

You had better decide,

who are you for.

I am for Jesus Christ, for the Mother of God,

for Seraphim of Sarov.

I understand, the list is long.

We are under the Metropolitan of Pribaltica and Pskov,

Serghie Voskresenski,

The Metropolitan of Moscow,

the vicar of the patriarchal throne.

Of Moscow?

And who does Moscow belong to?

It means that you are serving the Germans,

but with the corner of your eye you look towards Moscow.

It will not work for you, pops.

Russians will return, they will hang

us both on the same branch.

What do you say about this?

What can I say.

The same way they crucified Christ,

at the same place with criminals.

But you should not compare yourself to Christ.

Although...

one of the criminals was sorry.

Should I try too?

It is the Week of the Passions,

and he brings vodka.

But what?

You cannot chase me away.

Your job is of such nature,

used for untieing of sins.

Untieing or not -

it is not your decision.

Then listen, priest.

I was taken a prisoner in June.

They proposed to me to work for the German army.

You want to live.

In august, our platoon was already

involved in a punishment action in Hmelnik.

where I personally killed people

and set houses on fire.

If I wouldn't have killed myself...

What were you thinking when shooting defenseless people?

Nothing.

Keep listening.

Together with the Germans we went

into a house.

In the house I entered first and I found

an old man and and old lady.

Near them there was a boy,

about 15 years old.

The German told me: "Shoot",

and pointed his hand towards them.

I shot three times.

Once for every person.

Going towards the other side of the house,

I saw a cradle hung-up

from the ceiling with a rope.

There was a baby there,

one year old or younger.

If there was a boy or a girl, I did not look.

I shot directly into him and killed him.

But you, Vladikin,

are not sorry.

What kind of forgiveness can I give you?

I cannot be forgiven?

Very well, we shall see.

Pops.

What about your soul daughter,

or grand-daughter,

isn't she by any chance Jewish?

Watch out, vicar.

Coming.

Lord. God, bless.

Stalin refused these weaklings,

and the priest is bringing them

The Red Cross.

Go forward!

Come on!

What do you know!

They have married the flea with the dog.

Yes, what a comedy.

We must quickly organize

a punishment action,

to execute the traitor policemen.

They are feeling good here.

They drink and pinch the girls.

Thy resurrection...

Can we get the priest together with them?

- Yes we can.

He seems like a good priest.

Comrade commissionary.

Do not produce a German bustle,

it helps our prisoners.

What is going on here?

Whomever of the enemies we consider,

they are either not problematic, or a very good person.

The people has been left away.

We must bring the people on the straight path.

- Christ has risen!

- Indeed He has risen!

- Christ has risen!

- Indeed He has risen!

- Christ has risen!

- Indeed He has risen!

Good. So...

Christ has risen!

Indeed.

It is meet that we kiss.

So...

- Three times.

Look here. Send word to your parent that

he is to be careful.

The commissioner of the platoon has been replaced.

From now on everything will change.

You...

- Now close your eyes and put your hand forward.

...and there had shown, divided,

fiey tongues

that rested on each and everyone of them,

and they were all filled with the Holy Spirit".

- Man, let me spin the earth.

You hear man, let me spin the earth.

What earth?

- Look, it is sitting on your table.

Don't let him spin anything.

Give us something to eat.

For Christ.

Where are you from?

- Leningrad, refugees.

And what are your names?

- I am Vitea.

I, Liudocika.

- And family names?

Popadiin.

(Of-the-priests-wife)

This is good, a good

trump for the wife.

And where are you headed to?

- Where there's more bread, to the south.

Consider that you are here.

Enter, now we are having lunch.

What about me? I am Kolia.

Come with us too, Kolia.

And you will start a new life

Stop spinning.

And the requirements will be different.

Liudka, don't scream.

- I'm not screaming, I'm happy.

And I say - don't scream,

it's a sin.

Father, is it a sin to scream?

To scream? Generally, it is not a sin.

But it is better not to scream.

Lord, from now on you will defend me?

What are you waiting for? Inspiration?

Where are you going? The private is after the corner.

It's nicer in open air.

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