Wolyn

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Mother, prepare the room,

offer welcome to the groom.

The fiancs of yesterday

turn to newlyweds today.

If the door keeps shut,

we'll burn down the hut!

What brings you to this place?

What brings you to this place?

We don't want to see your face.

Don't you have any food?

This doesn't look too good.

Welcome the beau of the bride,

And let us all inside.

Oh Hela, you pretty lass...

Oh Hela, you pretty lass...

Open up and let us pass.

Put your maiden wreath

on a tray,

Put your maiden wreath

on a tray,

The groom is ready to pay.

Bow your head down, oh dear Hela.

Bow your head down, oh dear Hela.

Bow your head down, oh dear maiden.

Ask pardon of your father and mother,

Ask pardon of your father and mother,

You'll be happy like no other.

Father... mother...

I ask for your blessing.

"Beware of false prophets,

who come to you in sheep's clothing,

but inwardly are ravening wolves."

Instead of preaching the Kingdom of God,

they announce the Ukrainian kingdom.

And the effect? Escalation

of acts of sabotage

and even acts of murder

on the Polish citizens.

There is no more brotherly love between

the Poles and the Orthodox people.

- He's a Pole now?

- No! He is an Orthodox!

I appeal to the Orthodox believers

who are so numerously gathered here:

we are all children of one God.

And God willing, today's wedding

of Hela Glowacka and Vasil Huk

shall become the spark

that lights up the dying flame

of the bond of yesteryear.

The potatoes are at the parsonage,

we'll bring the flour after the harvest.

And we're expecting you at the feast.

You have to win.

Ready?

Come on!

Petro! What a ride!

I can't. State monopoly.

Suddenly you find money disgusting?

I have no license. The Poles have it.

The Poles sniff around and arrest us.

They confiscate everything:

pamphlets, guns...

And what happened to

Ukrainian schools?

They closed down all of them.

All right. I will sell you the vodka.

But at 2.50 a liter.

What?!

You are marrying a Polish girl

and can't afford good booze?

- You'd ask less if I were Polish.

- I'd ask more.

I'll give you a discount:

five cents per bottle.

- Ten.

- Deal.

Vasyl!

Meet Bohdan.

He came here from Lviv,

but he is our man.

- Glory to Jesus Christ.

- Forever and ever.

He planned to go to university,

but he's against the Polish law,

so they didn't let him.

Let's invite him to the wedding.

- Are you happy?

- Very.

And you?

Me?

Have you two already kissed?

They're coming!

Come on!

We'll win!

Kwiatkowski, get up!

Look here!

Communism is better.

Everyone gets the same.

Evenhandedly.

They force us to speak Polish

and practice Catholicism.

They demolish our churches

and tell us to go to their mass.

They want to make Poles out of us.

The Pole's a rich lad,

the Ukrainian's a cad.

You know what their gendarmes do?

They hang Ukrainian girls head-down.

- Whatever for?

- To make their skirts fall.

The skirts are colorful,

so they call them "tulips".

Oh welcome, welcome,

wedding korovai.

Oh, welcome, welcome,

delicious korovai.

Rich Maciej, do as you're told

Pay for the cake in gold.

If you care for this lass,

Leave some of it to us.

Money does not bring happiness.

But it's good to have it.

Rich man, do as you're told:

Pay for the korovai in gold.

- A wolf bit him!

- A dog.

Get me a cloth!

Is that a way to greet your priest?

No vodka?

Once they've tasted human blood,

they won't stop attacking.

Pass me the vodka!

And for the other foot?

My periwinkle maiden wreath,

I adorned you with heath.

I shall put you in my dowry chest

I shall put you in my dowry chest.

Where from now on you shall rest.

Don't weep,

oh willow tree by the river.

Don't weep,

oh willow tree by the river.

Don't shed tears over me,

dear mother...

Let's drink Hitler's health.

He will help us create

sovereign Ukraine.

You'll see.

She's too young for you, Maciej.

- People will scorn.

- No more than they do today.

That her sister married a khokhol.

- You hold a grudge against him?

- Not at all.

Better marry a Ukrainian than a Jew.

All right.

I know I am older than her.

But I'll sign over the land.

And love will come with time.

Your wife passed away

less than a year ago.

I need a new one to help me

with the kids and the farm.

Do we have a deal?

Fifteen acres.

Ten.

But the best ones.

Two pigs and a cow.

A horse.

And we must hurry with the wedding.

It's nearly harvest time

and they say war is imminent.

Swear to me...

that you'll never love another.

I swear.

I swear to God.

Mom... I have to tell you something.

We have something to tell you, too.

You will marry Maciej.

They say the Poles closed down

the Orthodox churches...

and obviated the cult.

And I was told they were not in use.

Not in use? So many of them?

- What do you mean?

- Hey!

We need to talk, Father.

The night was mournful

and the morning was grey.

For my darling has gone away.

Go and say goodbye.

Don't make a scene.

- Kill me.

- It's decided.

- I will never love him...

- Come on.

Let's go.

Wander away, Hela,

wander away.

Why are you crying, silly?

Don't be a baby.

We'll come and visit in fall.

My little Zofia.

Leave the keys on the table.

You'll have a new house and stable.

You will have another home

Where you will be on your own.

Petro!

Budki Osowskie...

Osy...

And then Kustycze.

Is your farm a big one?

No, it isn't. I am a teacher's son.

The Soviets attacked

from the other side.

Poland is no more.

If you you want to die,

do it for Ukraine.

Some more Ukrainians escaped.

Bury the dead, disperse

and return home safely.

This is my last order.

Well? What do you say?

She's so young.

Much younger than you, Corporal.

And what would I do with an old one?

I was drafted right after the wedding.

Right after?

So you didn't get a chance to dip it.

Hey... You snot.

I dipped it, all right.

And I swear I'll get back to her.

To them. I have children

from my first marriage.

- Godspeed.

- Godspeed.

It's good, isn't it?

- Take that off!

- Polish lords!

Give me that uniform!

- Well?

- The uniform!

- No!

- Take it off!

No... No!!!

Oles!

Oles, you little sh*t!

Franek, the cows.

One, two, thee, Oles caught a flea!

Hawryluk, when you're done,

cut the grass and load the chaff-cutter.

All right.

Franek, the cows!

Moshe? Be afraid.

You're hiding here again?

What, b*tch?

Moshe! Moshe!

There's vodka!

Have you got bacon?

I have been waiting for you...

And our...

Franek!

Who will tend the cows?!

You're not my mother!

You can't order me around.

Cross yourself.

You want to drink milk?

Then run to the pasture!

Mother says, the Soviets stole our hen.

Why did you let them do it?

Enough.

Don't make them call her "mother."

Their mother died.

This is my house, not yours.

I do what I please.

I'll feed the cows.

Nothing is done properly here!

Don't you mind the old hag.

She'll get used to you.

Oh Lord,

bless us and these Thy gifts,

which we are about to receive.

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