robe
and a beautiful harness for your
horse."
I waited for a long time,
then God said:
"Mount your horse and take everything
you want yourself,
if you're a brave and strong man."
My father didn't say anything.
Dzhavdet killed him in the back.
Your father was a wise man,
but who on this earth knows
what is good and what is bad?
The dagger's good for the one
who has it,
and bad for the one who hasn't it...
at the right time.
Oh, Allah, where's he, that husband
of ours?
It's all her fault,
Gyulchatai's!
When I was Abdullah's favorite wife,
you saw him every day.
And he beat us every day.
- Our husband forgot about us before
he knew us. - Why, we're not that bad.
Maybe, Gyulchatai doesn't
caress him well enough?
- Or he doesn't like the way she dresses?
- Or perhaps...
What's the matter?
How old are you?
Don't even think of that.
Or maybe we'd really get you married?
To Petrukha, in lawful wedlock.
The boy is not married,
he wants to take you to his mother.
- I'm your wife.
- My wife is at home.
Can't you tell her that
Gyulchatai's your favorite wife?
She won't be offended, will she?
She will!
How many times must I explain it?
We're supposed to have only one wife.
Do you understand?
One!
Wouldn't you like your husband to love,
give presents to and caress only you?
- You think it's bad?
- It's good.
One wife loves,
one makes clothes,
one cooks,
one feeds the children...
- One wife doing all this?
- Nothing can be done about that.
- It's hard.
- Sure it's hard.
All right, good night now.
We'll talk tomorrow.
Ibragim!
That's lbragim's robe!
Poor lbragim!
Until I catch them,
you'll stay with us.
I would also like to tell you,
Katerina Matveyevna,
that sometimes I get so sick
at my heart,
such sadness grips me with its claws,
when I'm wondering how you're
doing over there.
What troubles you?
Have you coped with hay making or not?
The grass must have been abundant
this year...
Well, our separation won't last
long now.
I'll give a bit of help
to this group of comrades,
settle some other problems,
and make my way in your direction,
my invaluable Katerina Matveyevna.
Now I beg your pardon, there is
a small hitch. I'll finish next time.
Come out, if you're there!
We've been loyal to you, master!
Djamilya...
You've been my favorite wife, haven't
you? Have I ever hurt you?
Why aren't you dead?
Drop the gun...
If you turn back, I'll shoot.
Drop it!
Hands up!
Your dagger.
Make five steps forward.
And tell your hirelings to get out
of the yard.
I'll let you free as soon as your men
leave Pedzhent.
I never miss.
Abdullah, you may put your hands down.
Makhmud!
Gallop to the shore, all of you!
Load the boat and put it on the water.
I'm staying here... as a guest.
But if I'm not there by noon,
come back to settle a score...
...for the hospitality.
Get out!
Petrukha!
You stay here.
I'm going to the shore.
To see what the bandits are doing.
They stole Abdullah!
Don't tell anyone...
You better not.
They'll cheat you.
They'll board the boat.
You'll let Abdullah free,
and they'll be back.
I don't think so.
Caviar again!
I'm fed up with eating the damn
thing every day!
Couldn't you get some bread?
How can I get it now?
Eat it! You got to eat something
after drinking.
Everyone in the village is dead scared.
People don't even poke their noses
out of doors.
The Revolutionary Committee's
Commissioner and the militia man
have not returned from the city yet.
And that red-haired one who was here
is said to have gotten Abdullah
himself.
I don't like all this.
Oh, God!
Don't you get into this,
don't butt in!
You have done your share
of fighting.
Gyulchatai!
Show your face.
Come on, show it.
Is someone sneaking around?
Gyulchatai.
Gyulchatai!
Bring some water.
Hands up!
Oh, it's you?
What are you doing there?
Please, don't say a word to anyone.
We have a hiding place here.
Show your face.
Petrukha!
Go away