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sentencing a girl for nothing.

- How many years?

- Five.

If you'd had money to hire

a good lawyer, they'd have let you off.

There's that one...

Oh, what's his name?

The hairy one with the long nose.

Why, he gets murderers acquitted

when they've got blood

wet on their hands.

Him? He wouldn't spit at you

for less than 3,000 rubles.

Have you any vodka?

- Can you pay for it?

- Yes.

That's better.

Now tell us how it happened.

I thought they were

going to let me off.

They all liked me.

I could see the men looking...

you know, the way they do?

But they sentenced me!

You should have made up

to some of them before the trial.

Then you'd have been all right.

What are you doing down here?

Did you smell the vodka?

Your chatter's not wanted, convict.

What are you?

Don't you come near me

or I'll murder you.

Fighting, eh?

Come here.

I'll teach you to maul each other.

All right, you.

- What are they giving us today?

- They call it potato soup.

How do they expect us to eat this?

- We fed better to our swine.

- Stop complaining.

You have food

and lodging here, of a sort.

Wait. Wait until you get to Siberia.

Hush! They've just sent her there.

What were you accused of?

Poisoning a man and robbing him.

I'm not guilty of either.

You're guilty of being poor...

as we all are.

In the eyes of our rulers,

that condemns us.

And they throw us into prison.

We have no money...

we can't buy our freedom,

and so we're sent to Siberia.

We're poor... therefore, we're lost.

Hush, Simonson! Hush!

- What is your name?

- Gregory Simonson.

Simonson...

- You wrote a book?

- A few.

Land and...

Land and... Freedom.

Land and Freedom!

I wrote that a long time ago.

Yes, a long time ago.

What did they get you for?

Talking.

That's a crime, too.

If you dare to raise your voice

against injustice,

you also go to Siberia!

Because sometimes,

speech becomes action.

Therefore, those who speak

must be destroyed!

Else they become too strong!

You've done it again, eh?

Come on.

How many times

have you got to be told

to stop that revolutionary talk?

- Soup! I want soup!

- You'll get your soup later!

Did you read his book?

No, but it was explained to me.

It said that all people were equal...

and I believed it!

And it started me

on my way to this place!

I should like to see

one of your prisoners...

Katusha Maslova.

Oh, that one.

- What's your name?

- Prince Nekhlyudov.

Yes, Your Highness.

Immediately, Your Highness.

Vlasoff!

Take His Highness

to the visitors' room immediately!

This way, Your Highness.

Tell them... tell them I'm dying!

- Take charge of His Highness.

- Yes, sir!

Maslova, Maslova

Is it me you want?

Do you know me?

Do you remember me?

I can't hear you!

Do you remember me?

You will have to speak louder!

This is ridiculous.

Nothing can be heard.

Your Highness,

the rules may be changed.

- I'll bring the prisoner into the office.

- Thank you.

Your gentleman's in there.

Take her in.

Five minutes is all

that you are permitted, sir.

Thank you.

Don't you know me?

Oh, yes. Yes, of course I do.

You used to

come and see me, didn't you?

Only I've forgotten your name.

I have a bad memory for names.

No, no...

Katusha, I am Dmitri.

- Dmitri Nekhlyudov.

- Dmitri Ivan...

I was on the jury.

It was all a dreadful mistake.

You were obviously innocent.

But we're going to

get you out of here.

Don't you worry about that.

Dmitri Ivanov...

How did you come to this?

Why did you leave my aunts?

Oh...

Who keeps a servant

that has a baby?

A baby?

Where is it now?

He died.

I went to Moscow.

I tried to find work...

Why wasn't I told

about the baby?

Where were you

that I could tell you?

Why did you come here?

Why don't you let me alone now?

Haven't you done enough to me?

- Katusha, I didn't know.

- Why do you ask me questions?

Why do you make me

remember again?

I had forgotten.

I had finished with all that.

Katusha, I must

make up to you somehow...

No, there is nothing

you can do now.

Yes... you can leave me alone!

Katusha, let me make

some sort of recompense.

You mean, give me money again?

Are you going to share

with the poor again...

Your Highness?

Do you still believe that water

and land belong to everybody?

- Is the air still free?

- For the love of heaven...

The foul air in this prison,

that's free to us... My Lord.

The pure air outside,

that belongs to you.

Well, go and breathe it then.

Leave this to us,

who deserve no better.

To me and to Simonson...

do you remember him?

- Believe me, I'll do all I can.

- He is here, too.

And the air he'll breathe,

and the water he'll drink,

and his lands...

they're in Siberia!

He's going there.

We're all going there!

Except you, Your Highness,

Prince Nekhlyudov.

You will find it

more comfortable here!

I deserve everything

you're saying, only let me...

I want to make amends now.

You're overwrought.

I can understand how you feel.

I'll come back another time.

Oh, no...

Don't come back. Ever.

Forget about it.

It's all over and done with.

Oh, you're back, finally.

Who was that gentleman?

What's the matter?

Something terrible

is happening to me.

I'm coming alive!

I don't want to live!

To live is to remember!

I mustn't do that!

It hurts too much!

I'd rather be dead,

the way I was!

My dear boy, if you try to

get the decision reversed

in a higher court,

frankly, I'll fight it.

Why?

Well, I've never had

one of my decisions reversed.

I give them in strict accordance

with the letter of the law.

I did so in this case.

I can't permit you

to make me look foolish, Dmitri.

Preposterous!

To save your own face, you'd let

an innocent woman go to Siberia, eh?

Look at him.

Darling, anyone would think

the matter affected you personally.

That's what one of

my colleagues said this morning.

Why get so excited

about a woman of that sort?

A woman of that sort?

What about the man?

Why does he go free?

Oh, Kartinkin.

Well, we sentenced him, too.

I mean the man

who made that girl what she is.

Oh...

Legally, I doubt whether

we could do anything to him.

Of course,

if we knew who he was,

we could call him on the carpet

and tell him he was a dirty dog.

Very well, then, do it.

I'm the man.

She was a peasant

on my aunt's estate.

I had forgotten all about her.

Well, today...

Really, darling, I'm hardly sure

this is in good taste.

I've never before known you

to flaunt your lurid past

at the dinner table.

I am not flaunting it,

I assure you.

But, I... I... I...

Oh, my dear fellow,

you exaggerate your guilt.

If it hadn't been you,

it would have been somebody else.

Of course, Dmitri.

Besides, what could you

have done for her afterwards?

- Married her.

- Married a servant? My dear boy.

At least I could have

taken care of her.

Darling, women of that sort

take care of themselves.

Of course, if a girl in that position

gets involved with her master,

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