Viy 3D

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Film is based on the motifs of

N. V. GOGOL's story 'VIY'

Close your eyes, don't move and pray!

Fear the sight of Viy, the ancient God,

who dwells in eternal darkness under ground.

His eyelids are roots,

coming to the surface.

If a man looks in his eyes,

he will die instantly!

So speak the old ones.

So spoke their ancestors.

From the time when both Earth and Gods were

still young, this tradition lives in the souls of Slavs.

Long before the arrival of Christianity.

So overlaps present

religion and ancient traditions.

As on St. Ivan's day (Midsummer's day) young girls release

downstream wreaths of flowers with burning candles.

If a young man takes the wreath,

It was believed that he was her destiny.

And flames sail through the darkness...

And that will never end.

Miss, sister, where are you?

Miss!

Where are you, Miss?

VIY:

Sin has

arrived in our lands!

- What happened? - My sin

didn't die. - Speak up already!

Again, on St. Ivan's day

monsters appeared .

Tonight someone has disappeared.

Daughter!

Who did this?

Who did this?

I told you to

have no business with the devils ...

Who did this?

- Let me take her confession.

- Do not let anyone read prayers for me.

Send someone to bring seminarian Khoma.

Let him pray for my sinful soul three nights.

He knows who ...

- Nastusya, are you okay?

- Move away!

Daughter... What's with you?

There, we invoked misery!

It deprived them of reason ...

You're good, holy man,

known for godpleasing deeds.

- It's possible she have heard of you.

- For me? God be with you, pan Sotnik! What are you saying?

This was ment to be.

It may not be appropriate, but I must

say that I didn't fast on Maundy Thursday.

- Today you have to start with a prayer.

- You need a deacon, or a good cantiniere.

My voice does not serve me,

I myself do not know why ... Forgive me, Lord!

All that my dove wanted of me, I shall fulfill!

You know what the whip is?

- In larger quantities it is unbearable.

- If you do not do this, you will not be able to sit.

If you do this, I'll give you 1000 chervons.

Pan Sotnik...

Damn ... Why do I fear?

No one from the outside can not enter.

Nor will she come back from the other world.

After all, when I read the prayers,

I'll be safe whatever happens.

To proceed...

Nothing is sacred to you , sir! And you miss are giving in to sin, in your father's house

- With a common teacher! - I am king's courtier, not a common teacher.

- Expert in geography and cartography!

- Do not waste your words, charlatan!

You've infected half of Europe

with your apples!

- Dad, I love him! - Love him? Him

who wears such indecent pants ?

- I have plans and will become famous in the future.

- Plans to marry my daughter? - No.

- What do you mean, no? - Of course I'll marry you.

Not just now, but in the near future.

In my opinion you do not have

any future. Get him!

Jonathan, run!

-Run, Jonathan, run!

- Your dead mother has better future!

- Let the dogs at him! - Honey, I

I love you! - I love you too, darling! Trust me!

Don't forget the birds.

Dear Miss Dudly, I deeply

apologize for my quick departure.

I find it hard to admit, but your father is

right. I have lost my estate.

But I have not spent it on wind,

as many believe, but on my invention.

It will make a revolution in cartography

and will show people the real image of our world.

I decided that this grandiose project

starts from our beloved Greenwich.

In my measurements, I took it as a starting point.

Our town will become known throughout the world.

Everywhere on Earth time will be determined by it.

This is my dream.

Dream that will come true

only if you believe in me.

Of my adventures I will notify you

coded according to the method of Leonardo Da Vinci.

So those who are not intended will not read them.

I love you and I do not want you to be subject of

gossip. I will prove to everyone that they are wrong.

Reports will be brought to you by carrier pigeons

So I shall feel you close, feeling which

will warm my heart in difficult moments .

You're holy man,

known for godpleasing deeds.

All your wisdom serves the church.

See if Khoma is doing everything properly.

You know the best of it.

Dorosh is watching the theologian.

Here is a thousand chervons. Take!

Much obliged!

- This can build an entire monastery!

- You will give this to Khoma.

Go, go! Prepare everything for the eulogy.

- We should hurry. - What? - To bury the mistress.

It's third day, there's no use.

I, of course, trust the master.

But, those attacked by the witch...

Paisiy!

- What's that?

- For Khoma. Pay from Sotnik.

I have never held so many

in my hands ...

The key!

Run...

This place is cursed...

This place is cursed! There is no holy spirit here!

God's sacred place is desecrated!

- There can be no more service here.

Nail the windows and doors! - The witch...

Look! Money!

- This place is cursed!

- Good, good that it's cursed...

We share? Evenly?

Don't go there! It's cursed!

Don't go there, pan Sotnik...

Place is cursed! Cursed!

I don't understand. What are you talking about?

Not there! Don't go there!

If you don't think of yourself, think of the people!

How will they do without a leader?

Do not put sin on your soul!

- Where do we go now?

- I said you can't go this way!

- Don't you have any conscience?

- Do you have a mother?

Kill him...

In the name of the Father , the Son...

And the Holy spirit...

Son Christ let us close the circle so

the unholy one wouldn't crawl up to our homes ...

We must suffer and pray ...

Lord, help me protect

my children from the unholy one!

Let them believe that in the sealed

old church miracle will happen!

Help me!

Show them what will happen to them,

If they do not listen!

Today is the first day of April.

Spring has probably already arrived in Greenwich.

I imagine you at the window.

In front of you is a flower garden.

The spring sun caress your hair ...

- Thank you, nanny!

- Shame on you!

- Shut up, witch!

- Carrier pigeons, isn't it?

- Dad, look at me ...

Oh, Lord...

I'll kill him!

It's been exactly one year

since the beginning of my journey.

Luck, that followed me,

abandoned me.

I swerved out of the way, that's clear.

I have not eaten for several days.

I have no more money

to continue my journey.

- Don't shoot! - Who are you?

- Theologians from the Kiev seminary.

- Food ... Food ... You have any?

- You want to eat? - Yes. I want.

Why didn't you say so ...

Here, help yourself!

- You hid it? - I?

- From me!

- Oi! - What do you want? Move that away!

That's not food, that's snack! - Here!

This one, for friendship

- Gentleman, then, is a scientist?

- Yes, yes, a scientist. - Us also.

I am rhetor Gorobets.

And this is theologian Khalyava.

- City, town ... Where is it?

- There's one nearby. Hutor.

Hutor?

- I would not advise even the devil to go there.

- Why? - Last spring, we lost a friend there.

- Scientist? - Yes, scientist.

Philosopher. Khoma Brut.

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