allowed free travel
within the East-Siberian Guberniya.
Administration of Zerentuy
Mountain District."
Clean job.
Three hundred exactly.
Nikifor, take him out.
Platon, Timofey, you stay here
and guard the place.
Don't let anyone in.
Kick everybody out!
Thank God, we made it in time.
Look at that cloud. It will
surely hail.
- Ganka, take the coat into the shed.
- All right.
Gimme the wind branch!
Here, dad.
- Take the rake.
- Yes.
Catch it!
Hold it fast, I'm coming down.
- How you doing, granddad?
- Howdy.
Hi! Are you crazy?
Charging like that!
Drop the pitchfork.
I've got to tell you something.
- What do you want?
- Drop the pitchfork!
Why did you bristle up like that?
Let's have a smoke.
It's freezing cold, isn't it, Roman?
It seems like it's going to hail.
- Did you hear the news?
- What news?
- The ataman arrested Nagorny.
- Why?
For politics. Now they'll send him
to jail, like they did your Vassily.
Stop chastising us for
Vassily!
- I don't. I just mentioned it.
- Vassily and Vassily!..
You've got a fine stack here.
I don't feel like going to
the squatters' land.
Do you know they're going to
propose to Dashutka tomorrow?
- Who? - My masters.
For her to marry Alexei.
- You're lying!
- I swear.
- You're lying, I know!
- Why? I swear to God!
Darn! It's going to rain
like hell!
Roman!
- Roman!
- Stop squealing!
I'll kill that bitch!
Stand still!
Oh God!..
Oh God!..
Oh, my God!
- Agraphyona!
- Coming.
- You sleeping? Enjoying yourselves?
- What's up?
You don't know nothing, old fool?
Look what they've done to the gate.
- Where's Dashka?
- Sleeping.
- I'll whip the slut to death!
- Don't you touch her!
- Why, father?
- See what you've done, hussy?
You've put your father
to shame, you cow!
To whom did you give yourself?
Who smeared our gate with tar?
- To no one, father!
- You dirty liar!
Epifan, please, don't beat her!
I'll teach you a lesson
for disgracing your father!
Don't interfere, you indulger!
Oh God! What a shame!
Hush, you two!
You just wait,
I'll talk to you yet!
Oh, mommy!
Get out of here!
Hello, Agraphyona!
Motrya!
- Agraphyona!
- How you doing?
- Hi, Epifan!
- Hi!
- How are you doing?
- We're doing fine.
I've heard you got related
to the convict's seed.
That's all people were talking about
at my smithy this morning.
About what?
They say it was the Ulybin boy
who tarred your gate all over.
- You mean, Roman?
- Who else?
I'll show you the gates,
son of a bitch!
You'll forget once and for all
how to shame your father!
- Severyan, stop it!
- Get out of my way!
I'll teach you, scoundrel!
- Dad!
- Give it to him, Severyan!
Go on, beat me! But send the
matchmakers to Epifan right away!
- I'll teach you, you stinker!
- I'm ready to die for Dashutka!
- I'll show you matchmakers!
- They'll steal the girl from me!
I'll lash you in front of people!
- I'll teach you a lesson, bandit!
- That's enough, dad!
- Hello, Yelisey Petrovich.
- Hello.
- Bad timing! Where's my shirt?
- On the chest.
Don't give your consent! I'm not
going to marry him!
- Hello, Epifan Lukich.
- Hello, Agraphyona.
How are you?
Come in, be seated.
Come on in.
We're here on a good mission,
to propose a marriage.
You've got goods, we've got
a buyer.
You've got a fair gal.
We've got a fine lad.
Sergei Ilyich is sending his regards
and asking
if you agree to give Darya
to marry Alexei.
That's right!
Thank you very much for the honor!
But it's too early for our daughter
to think of marriage.
Come on, Epifan!
It's just the right time.
She's going to be 18 soon.
- That's right!
- Eighteen is not yet the age.
What do you know! And how old was
Agraphyona when you married her?
Besides, the suitor is not for us.
We need someone simpler,
not to reproach us for a poor dowry.
Such a beautiful girl would marry
a poor boy? It's not right, Epifan.
- Her beauty is her dowry.
- That's right!
And you yourself is not