We Live Again Page #6

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she must take the consequences.

Why must she?

If it had been a girl

of my own class,

I'd have been forced

to marry her.

Or be horsewhipped

out of Moscow!

True, but the world is composed

of different classes...

those who are served,

and those who do the serving.

You can't treat them equally.

I thought and lived just that

these last few years.

But what have we done

to earn the right to eat from silver,

and be waited on by men and women

better than ourselves?

Why better than ourselves?

Because they serve!

Dear, dear, he's gone socialist.

Darling, after we're married,

will you expect me

to do all the housework?

Shall I have to sweep out the rooms

and clean the silver myself?

If he allows you to keep

the house and silver, my dear.

A good socialist

shares with everybody.

Gives his lands

to the peasants, eh, Dmitri?

I thought that was

a good idea once.

Oh, the muddled ideals of youth.

No, Kortchagin,

I was right then, and I'm wrong now.

I was alive then,

and I believed in something!

Now, I... I'm a shell.

We're all shells.

We're mannequins.

We're destined for a short life

and a bad end!

We're gluttonous and surfeited,

while all about us,

millions go hungry!

I'm sorry.

You must excuse me.

Dmitri!

My dear Prince Nekhlyudov,

I can do nothing.

This is completely legal.

The girl is innocent,

Your Excellency.

In every request for a pardon,

we're always first assured

of the innocence of the condemned.

It would seem

that our courts do nothing

but send innocent people to Siberia.

I believe that's true.

I can do nothing for you,

Prince Nekhlyudov.

Oh, and so!

That's why you feel responsible.

But what has that to do with us?

Now, if we'd enjoyed

the acquaintance of the young lady,

as you have, we might feel it

necessary to do something.

But...

Since we have no such memories

to influence our decision,

we can do nothing but refuse you.

Why waste all this energy

on a peasant?

We must keep

that sort of person in her place...

even if that place

happens to be Siberia.

Your Highness, you can't be

entirely without pity!

My instincts, my dear boy,

are those of our class...

yours and mine.

We must protect what we have...

our wealth, our lands.

And we daren't show leniency,

because that's weakness.

If we're weak,

we may lose what we have.

Perhaps you've heard this before.

"It is easier for a camel

to go through a needle's eye

than for a rich man to enter

into the Kingdom of God."

I don't quite see the application!

No, you wouldn't!

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.

- Oh. Don't say that.

Please give this to Katusha.

Ht's the most moral book

ever written.

Ht says that all people are equal.

And that the land

should belong to everybody.

Yes. There.

You can remember me.

At least until these fade.

And forever after.

The Passover New and Holy.

The Passover Mystical.

The Passover and Atonement.

The Passover of all August-Christ...

Dear Heavenly Father...

give me courage.

I have so much to do...

so many wrongs to make right.

Give me courage not to fail.

Help me, Dear God...

to live again.

Oh, when are you sending

the prisoners to Siberia?

On the 25th, Your Highness.

That's two weeks from now.

- In the anteroom.

- Yes, sir.

Katusha, I can't get you out.

I've tried everywhere.

They won't do it.

Why did you come back?

I told you I wanted

nothing from you.

I told you I wanted

only to be let alone.

I've come back

to ask you to forgive me.

Forgive you?

There is nothing to forgive.

It's all forgotten.

It's finished.

No, Katusha, it's not finished.

I've thought things over.

I know what I must do now.

I must make up for my wrong to you.

Not in words, but in deeds.

I want you... to marry me.

To marry you?

You, a prince,

want to marry a convict?

Why?

If I have a soul left,

I should like to save it.

- I must do all I can...

- To save your soul through me?!

You disgust me!

Your prince's face

and your fat soul... they revolt me!

Do you hear?

I'd rather hang myself

than marry you!

Katusha, you must do

what I ask you.

We still have life before us.

We must do all we can

to raise ourselves.

Raise ourselves?

You can't raise the dead!

We won't live again.

Not you and I.

Katusha, whether you marry me

or not, I shall help you.

Can't you understand

when you're not wanted?

Go back to your princesses!

Work for them!

Go back to your estates,

your good food and your soft beds!

- That's where you belong!

- I belong with you.

Why did you come back?

I had learned to live

without happiness.

Now you come back

and say such things to me

and make me feel again!

Why do you torment me?

I can't believe it.

You're leaving me,

who loves you,

for a woman

who will love anybody?

- That's not kind, Missy.

- Are you being kind to me?

Dmitri, this isn't sane.

Your entire life is here.

Your friends, your possessions...

can you give them all up?

Yes.

I'm planning to give up

all my possessions, Missy.

My friends...

Without me, they shall still be able

to sip their tea and gossip...

while all about them,

a nation is dying.

And me.

Can you give me up so easily?

No, Missy, not easily.

But I've got to do this.

Won't you try to understand me?

I see things differently now.

I'm sorry, Dmitri,

but I can't believe that.

I've never heard of a man

leaving a woman for a principle.

He leaves her for another woman.

You... You're in love with that girl.

That's it, isn't it?

I did her a great wrong.

No, it's more than conscience.

I can see it in your face.

You love her.

Perhaps I do.

Then that's it.

And that I can't fight.

Section 14. Political prisoners.

- Stand up, you!

- He can't. He's sick.

Makes no difference. Stand up!

Attention!

I thought we weren't

going to Siberia for two weeks.

Why are they hurrying us off now?

Silence! Hold your tongue!

If we go off now,

your fine friend won't have

a chance to do anything for you.

Who, he? He won't do anything.

It's his conscience

he's trying to save... not me.

Attention!

Forward!

March!

Forward! March!

I feel the land should belong

to a man who works on it.

That's why

I'm dividing it up in this way.

Each of you gets

an equal amount of acreage.

I have the deeds here.

If you'll step up, please.

Pardon, Your Highness.

Now who do we pay the rent to?

You pay no rent.

And for how long is

the land ours, Your Highness?

As long as you live.

And after you're gone,

you may will it to your children,

and they may give it

to their children.

It's yours, for always.

- Thank you, Your Highness.

- No, no, don't do that.

Like this.

- Long live Your Highness.

- Thank you, Your Highness.

What's that?

That? That's the boundary mark.

When you pass beyond that,

you're in Siberia.

And there aren't many

who ever come back from there.

Did you hear that, Katusha?

What's wrong with you?

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