The Priest Page #7

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Forget, Father Alexander.

What kind of concentration camp?

They will take it down very fast.

And the Pskov mission.

Now I understand.

They want to get us even more dirty, in the end?

As you were saying? The game is over.

My dear Father.

Think about your numerous family.

My family is under the covering of the

Mother of God.

It's better for the Germans to shoot me,

instead of ours, when they will come.

I will take care of everything.

Your family will be evacuated

in Germany.

I don't want to leave for Germany.

The children are not going either.

The Germans took their blood.

They said for Germany's children.

How can one understand something like this?

One must not understand this in any way.

Father Alexander.

Take my confession.

I am German,

Father.

I work for my people.

The fate breaks me in two.

Forgive my solemn style.

Let us say farewell like Christians.

May God save you.

This is food for our eagles.

The priest was leaving well.

- Look at how many children he has.

Sasok, if you would have beaten the German as

you cut wood...

I did not beat them!

Vladimir Ilici returns from the forest.

Where should we take?

- In the nextdoor house.

Hello, ladybug.

I see that they are throwing you out.

Mother says that, in case of something, you can

come stay with us.

Hello, Liosa.

Now it's the major state here.

We'll stay at Vladikini for a while.

Truly, there, the heater blows out smoke,

but it's OK, cause it's summer.

You look good in uniform.

The horse looks good too.

It's the commander's horse.

Where's Father Alexander?

I have great need of him.

He has not told me, but I believe

he is at Siraia Nizina.

But you have changed.

You're like...

Holy Immortal, have mercy on us.

Holy God,

Holy Mighty,

Holy Immortal,

have mercy on us.

Rest oh Lord, the souls of your sleeping ones.

Father Alexander!

You must leave, Father Alexander.

All the priests that held services during

the occupation will be arrested.

They are lucky if they get sent to concentration camps.

But they can also send them straight in front of the wall.

Look, you see?

Lord...

What is happening?

Where am I going to depart to?

Haven't run away from the Germans,

will I run away from mine?

Well, priest? How many people have you taken

confessions of here?

I have not counted.

Now here we will take your confession.

Too bad, now there seems to be sympathy for you useless breed.

I can't even touch the church.

Listen. You sign this

confession.

That you have collaborated

with the hitlerists,

It will be simpler for you, and for us...

- This is for sure.

I want it to be as simple as possible too.

But think about it,

How could I lie about myself?

All I did was praying for the deliverance of the land from our enemies.

I took provisions, clothes

to the concentration camps where our prisoners were.

It is not my fault that the Germans were taking half.

I helped ours. As I could...

Everybody go home.

Release our Father.

I don't have the right.

- Please.

Leave at once.

- If you want, take my blood.

- What am I going to to with your blood?

Please.

Take all my blood.

Go away from here, useless priestly creatures.

Father...

- Take care of the children, ladybug.

He won't go much with you.

Up to Tishkov. There they will take him.

Hell, I forgot the umbrella.

What umbrella? Yesterday it was sunny.

Old man.

Pops, I'm speaking to you.

Can you eat in your monastery?

I think it's going to rain.

What about young monks, do you have any?

What monks!

Can we take shelter?

Look how it's raining.

Rain while travelling...it's a good sign.

Come in children. We shall see.

Father Aleksandr Ionin finished his sentence in the camps,

sharing the fate of many priests from the orthodox mission in Pskov.

On April 29th 1944, the Metropolitan Serghie Voskresenski was killed by the fascists

on the way from Vilnius to Kaunas.

Aleksei Lugotintev and Eva got married and raised all their

children and the soul children of Father Alexander.

Kolia Romanov became priest at the church

Saint Aleksandr Nevski from the village Zacati.

In the '70s, colonel Freihausen

published his memoirs.

With regards to Father Alexander he hasn't

mentioned a word.

After the book of Aleksandr Segeni, The Priest (Pop)

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