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- Of course we'll let him go.

- He can do as he wants.

Leave him alone...

The young woman is dead.

Come on, you silly pig!

Brother philosopher, you're wrong

to try to get out of here.

It's not the sort of place

you can escape from.

You'd better go to the master.

He is waiting for you.

Why not? I would love to meet him.

It is not so much the pain of

losing you, my dearest daughter,

in the flower of your youth,

that makes your loss more

than a father can bear,

as the torment I suffer

at not knowing what monster

was the cause of your death.

Who are you? What is your quality,

and where do you come from?

From seminary. My name is

Khoma Brutus.

- And who was your father?

- I don't know.

- Your mother, then?

- I never knew her, either.

Of course, I must have had one

like anyone else,

but who she was, or what she was

like, I never knew.

How did you make the acquaintance

of my daughter?

I never met your daughter, sir.

I know nothing of girls.

I swear I've never known one.

Why did she name you, then?

Only God knows why.

The rich people fancy things that

don't make sense even to a scholar.

As the saying goes: When masters

fall out, their men get the clout.

You're not lying,

are you, philosopher?

God strike me dead if I'm lying.

If she had lived a minute longer,

I would have known everything.

"Let no one say prayers for me,

father,

but send men at once

to Kiev Seminary

and tell them to bring here

seminarian Khoma Brutus.

And let him pray for three nights

for the salvation of my soul.

He knows."

And what he knows,

that I hadn't time to hear.

Have you been known

for your chaste life?

Could she hear about you

from someone?

Me? Chaste life?

For heaven's sake, sir!

I visited a baker's wife

on Maundy Thursday.

Nonetheless, she named you,

that's all that counts.

As of tonight, you will start

reciting the prayers for her soul.

Yes, but certainly you want to do

the best thing...

Of course, anyone versed in

the Scriptures could do it...

But the best thing would be to have

a deacon, or even a sub-deacon.

They are well-trained

and will do what's necessary.

I haven't got a suitable voice. Also,

I don't have a good appearance.

I'll do as my dear child

had wanted it.

I don't care what it may cost.

You will start your vigil tonight,

and recite the prayers for three

nights,

and I shall reward you handsomely

for it. Otherwise...

How could our dear mistress

abandon us?

Oh, dear child, tell us what made

you leave us?..

Come back! Come back, beloved!

May God the Father have mercy

on her soul

May God the Son have mercy

on her soul.

May God the Holy Ghost have

mercy on her soul.

Give the philosopher his dinner.

Then bring him back to the church.

Tell them how the witch

cast a spell on the huntsman.

It's a shame, brother philosopher,

that you didn't know Mikitka.

Even his dogs adored him.

He was a fine huntsman.

Only recently he had the misfortune

to fall for the young mistress.

- Either he fell in love with her...

- Or she bewitched him...

No one knows for sure.

But the man was lost.

One day the girl appeared

in the stable and said:

"Mikitka, let me put my foot on

you to help me onto the horse."

The poor man was so overjoyed,

he said:

"I'd rather you yourself climbed

onto my back."

And the fool took her onto his

back, and went galloping away!

It's time we take the philosopher

to where the corpse is lying.

We'll leave you now.

- Just pray in earnest.

- The best of luck to you.

Forgive us, but we must lock you

up in. By order of the master.

That's all right. It's no more

than three nights of work.

And then the master will fill

both of my pockets with gold.

There's nothing to fear.

She won't rise up out of her coffin.

Even corpses fear the word of God.

Am I right? Absolutely.

You better stay there.

Don't you know that a Cossack

doesn't fear anything?

There's no way for anyone

to come in.

And from corpses,

I have prayers to protect me.

As soon as I speak the holy words,

no demon can possibly harm me.

They'll never touch me!

What am I scared of?

I just had too much to drink.

Ah, candles... That's good.

Lots of candles... to chase away...

the gloom from the church...

and light it up.

It's nothing, only three nights.

The church should be full of light.

Cheerful and bright.

There's nothing to fear.

She won't touch me now, will she!

Ow! Oh, Satan!

May God forgive me, poor sinner.

Lots of light, now.

Well, let's begin.

Blessed are... O Lord...

Blessed are they that fear

the Almighty.

And they that live according

to Thy Word.

I wish it were not prohibited

to smoke in the House of God.

They that honor Thy commandments,

walk in the path of righteousness.

They that praise Thee

in the hope of eternal...

What's wrong with some snuff?

A good sniff,

to clear the brain.

Merciful Father! Thou art my

strength...

She's a witch! A witch come

to haunt me!

Sacred circle, save me!

Sacred circle, protect me!

Oh, my God.

Sacred circle, save me!

Sacred circle, protect me!

Away, Satan! Away!

Blessed are they that fear

the Almighty...

Away! Away with you!

God in Heaven, I call on Thee

for help...

Stay away!

- There's the philosopher!

- He's finished.

It's a lovely place to live!

You could fish all day in that

river.

Old man!

I'm not going inside.

I'll sleep right here.

It's not allowed, philosopher.

I have my orders.

- Have you got some borsch for us?

- We have, you old devil.

- How does it taste?

- Ask the philosopher.

- Well?

- What did go on?

Nothing much. Just some noises.

A Cossack doesn't fear anything

in this world.

Let's go, Yavtukh.

A Cossack is never afraid of

anything.

It's true, the first time, you really

are afraid.

But after a while, you're not

so afraid.

And after that, you're not afraid

at all!

Because there's nothing

that can do me any harm.

Lord God! Let not Thy divine Angel

be turned against me.

I ask Thee to spare me

Thy terrible wrath.

Have mercy upon Thy servant.

I know my spirit's weak.

God, save me from my weaknesses,

preserve my heart from sin,

my soul from evil...

Strengthen my spirit

and protect me

from the temptations of evil.

Have mercy on...

God Almighty, save me!

Heavenly Father, save me!

O Lord!

Save me from the demon!

O Lord!

Save me from the demon!

God, give me strength!

Holy Father in Heaven!

Save me from the evil one!

Khoma!

Khoma!

By the shades of night, may he go

blind, turn his hair white.

Bewitch him.

Cover him with snow.

Hey, philosopher! On your feet!

I want music!

I want to have music right now!

From the looks of it, he'll dance

all day, that fellow.

Yes, he can dance for a long time.

- Hey, philosopher, what's wrong?

- Don't you see? I'm dancing.

Oh, your hair has turned white!

As white as milk.

Just like good old Yavtukh.

I must talk to your master.

I'll explain everything.

I don't want to pray there again!

What? It's all going well?

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