We Live Again Page #7

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You haven't said a word for days.

I'd like permission

to see one of your prisoners.

Who are you?

- Visitors are a little unusual here.

- I'm not a visitor.

I've come to join this prisoner.

Get inside.

- Fetch Katusha Maslova.

- Yes, sir.

Maslova! Maslova!

Here!

Katusha.

Come on. You're wanted.

You have come here?

I have come here

to be with you, Katusha.

I have nothing now.

I've given away my lands.

I've given up my friends.

I have nothing

but the promise of a new life.

And how can I live, Katusha,

until you have forgiven me?

How can a man truly live

until he has tried to undo

some of the wrong that he has done?

And not only the wrong I did to you,

but all the cruelty and injustice

of the world that I have been a part of.

All I ask is to live again,

with your forgiveness, and your help.

And your love.

I have forgiven you,

Dmitri Ivanovitch.

But who am I to forgive you...

I'm not worthy!

Not worthy, Katusha?

All those who have been crushed

and insulted in life are holy.

Those who suffer and are innocent,

as you are innocent, are holy.

Innocent?

But I am not the Katusha

you once loved, Dmitri.

- That was long ago.

- No, Katusha.

That love has not died,

and will not die.

Now I know that all the years between

have been mistaken and empty.

It's the same love,

but now we are no longer children.

I didn't know it at the time,

but now I know that all my life

has been a search

for the happiness of those years.

The five years will soon be over.

Perhaps they back there

will be able to shorten them.

I shall go on with you, and wait.

Come on, you!

Forward! March!

Get in there.

Get in line there.

Christ is risen from the dead,

trampling down death by death.

And upon those in the tomb.

Bestowing life.

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