We Live Again Page #3

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- Dmitri, Christ is risen.

- He is indeed, Aunt Marie.

- Christ is risen.

- Christ is risen.

- He is indeed.

- He is indeed.

- Christ is risen.

- Christ is risen, Katusha.

- He is indeed.

- He is indeed.

The Passover and the Atonement.

The Passover of all August-Christ...

The horse ran away

in a cloud of dust!

Well, it's bedtime.

Well, Aunt Marie, we never have

suppers like this in the army.

But you like

army life now, don't you?

- Oh, yes.

- I thought you would.

I knew it would knock

some of those ideas out of your head.

One grows older...

Your room is ready

as always, Dmitri.

Thank you, Aunt Sophie.

- Good night, dear.

- Pleasant dreams to you.

- Good night, Aunt Marie.

- Good night, my dear.

We'll all breakfast with you

in the morning.

Yes.

- Good night.

- Good night, Dmitri Ivanovitch.

- Good night.

- Good night.

But if he leaves in the morning,

I won't be able to see him at all.

You'll see him at breakfast.

Besides, you saw enough of him

at church and at supper,

the way you kept staring at him.

I looked at him because

I haven't seen him for two years.

Oh, I'm tired.

Good night, child.

Good night, Matrona Pavlovna.

He's handsomer than ever.

I do believe the army

brings out a man's good looks.

It certainly gives him dash.

- Good night, Marie.

- Good night, Sophie.

Dmitri Ivanovitch.

Katusha.

Are you glad to see me?

Oh, Dmitri Ivanovitch!

Dmitri Ivanovitch.

Have you forgotten me?

- You have.

- No.

I was afraid I wasn't

going to see you alone.

So was I.

Katusha!

We can't talk here.

Why don't you...

It's a beautiful night.

We can walk a little and talk.

Oh, I couldn't. It's so late.

We may not see each other

again for a long time.

Come, Katusha.

No, Dmitri Ivanovitch.

We'll talk here, like this.

Katusha? What is that noise?

You see? Please, Katusha,

just for a moment.

Do you remember our tree?

- Of course I do.

- Shall we go there?

No, it's too cold.

It's clouding up.

I know.

- Remember?

- Violets?

Oh, yes, violets.

No, Dmitri Ivanovitch, no.

We shouldn't do this.

Why not? When two people

love each other...

Love.

Remember when you said that

every summer we would be together?

Now two summers have passed.

Is everyone going to

scold me tonight?

Very well, then. I should have

come back or I should have written.

I didn't.

Now tell me because of that

you don't love me any longer,

and I'll go away.

No, Dmitri Ivanovitch, please, no.

Katusha, army maneuvers

aren't child's play.

I may be hurt,

perhaps even killed.

It's you who have changed, not I.

I'm just as I was... every bit as much

in love with you as before I left.

It's you who have forgotten me.

Don't say that.

Why, Dmitri Ivanovitch.

Matrona Pavlovna...

tell my aunts I had forgotten

I had to leave so early.

I shan't be able to

breakfast with them.

Tell them I hope, however, to see them

when I return from the maneuvers.

Oh... please give this to Katusha.

Good-bye.

Good-bye, Your Highness.

Katusha. Katusha, wake up.

It's for you.

From Dmitri Ivanovitch.

Dmitri Iv...

- Is he gone?

- Yes.

He said he had to hurry off.

Oh, no.

No, no, no!

Why, Dmitri, I thought

I was coming to fetch you.

- Well, here I am.

- Oh, I see.

Well, I shall say

that's the best way to end it.

End what?

Why is it the best way?

Because it always

has been, my boy.

Kiss, and ride away.

That's the best way.

Katusha! Katusha! Where are you?

Look, he has hurt his leg,

and his mother is dead.

If I don't take care of him,

he will die.

The princesses are coming!

I think they know.

What are you going to do?

What can I do?

I'll talk to Dmitri Ivanovitch tomorrow.

He'll help me, won't he?

Oh, I hope he comes tomorrow.

It isn't absolutely

sure yet, you know.

- We wish to speak to Katusha alone.

- Yes, Your Highness.

Stand up.

It pains me

to speak of this, Katusha.

I have hoped against hope

that I was mistaken,

but now your condition

has become obvious.

- Yes, Your Highness.

- We had such hopes for you, too.

Well, when a girl gets herself

into trouble of this kind,

she must take the consequences.

Of course, we cannot

keep you here any longer.

Anton will give you

three months' wages,

and it would be better

if you left immediately.

- Oh, Marie, immediately?

- It is best.

That is all, Katusha.

Has it occurred to you

that it might have been Dmitri?

Dmitri is our own flesh and blood.

We must protect him at all costs.

Supposing he were to come back here

and find out about her?

He says he's changed,

but how can one tell?

You wouldn't like him

to marry her, would you?

Oh, what nonsense

you're making me talk, Sophie.

Of course Dmitri

had nothing to do with it.

- Well?

- They said I must go.

Today. Now.

I have just seen Anton.

Dmitri Ivanovitch isn't coming.

The orders have been changed.

The army goes through by train,

and that stops here

only for a moment.

But I must see him! Oh, I must!

When he knows about it, he'll...

Oh, Matrona Pavlovna...

I know he'll help me!

He'll help me!

He'll help me!

In the forge,

the young blacksmiths.

In the forge,

the young blacksmiths.

They are forging,

they are forging.

They are forging and telling.

Calling, calling, Dunia

calling, calling, Dunia.

Calling - conjuring,

calling - conjuring.

Let's go, let's go, Dunia,

let's go, let's go, Dunia.

Let's go, Dunia, to the woods,

let's go, Dunia, to the woods.

Let's go, let's go, Dunia,

let's go, let's go, Dunia.

Let's go, Dunia, to the woods...

Dmitri Ivanovitch!

- Got you that time!

- You're the devil's own luck!

Dmitri Ivanovitch!

The nightingale is a small bird.

The small canary

is singing very plaintively.

One, two, sorrow, we don't care.

You could always stay here,

but you know

what the village has been like.

Still, it may not be so bad in Moscow.

You may be happy there.

It's a pity we have to put him there

without holy words.

But what can we do?

You wouldn't tell them

who the father was,

so they wouldn't baptize him.

- Why did we stop dancing?

- I want to be alone with you...

if that isn't too bold

in a prospective husband.

Besides, I'm thirsty.

- Missy, I must warn you.

- What have I done?

You've looked at nobody

but me all evening.

People will begin to think you're

marrying me because you love me.

I'd never be able

to live that down, would I?

All right, darling,

I won't look at you again.

Now let's go back.

Oh, no, His Excellency,

the Judge, is in there.

- I'm afraid he may start in...

- You mustn't be unkind about Father.

I think people noticed

your expression

when he announced

our engagement.

My dear, he pronounced it

like a sentence.

He is rather preposterous, darling.

He's very fond of you.

He was only teasing

about your adventures

with the ladies of the ballet.

Oh, I'm all done with that...

that form of self-expression

by now, my dear.

- Your father should know that.

- I'll tell him.

But be nice to him, please.

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