leg.
He's kind,
He'll help.
He will.
My dearest...
Just stand still.
ln the name of the Father,
the Son and the Holy Ghost.
Glory be to you, O Lord.
O Heavenly King, Comforter,
and Spirit of Truth,
Come and take up
Your abode in us,
and cleanse us from every stain,
and save our souls.
Ask the Lord.
Yes, ask Him, my love.
Please help me
and heal my leg.
My dear boy...
We are praying to You, our God.
Visit Your grace on
Your servant John,
forgive him all transgressions
Send down Your healing strength
On his flesh.
Put the fire out, quench all heat
And creeping illness.
Heal Thy servant John.
Please, O dear God!
Raise him from his sick bed,
Bring him to Thy Church
That he may understand Thy will
Glory be
to the Father,
and to the Son,
and to the Holy Ghost,
For ever and ever,
Glory be to Thee, O Lord.
O Lord, succor John,
heal his leg.
God Almighty, succor
the suffering and the sick.
l trust in Thee, O Lord.
Now you'll be all right, Vanechka.
Come on, have a go.
No, he can't.
Yes, he can.
- Try it.
- Careful.
Hold it, hold it.
Look, he's walking.
Good boy.
You won't need
the crutches anymore.
Forget about them.
Come over to me, angel.
My boy, my golden boy.
- We'll be going now, and thanks.
- Going?
You should stay the night
at the monastery.
Tomorrow Father Filaret
will give your boy communion
and he'll never limp again.
l can't stay.
l need to go to work.
D'ya think l'm playing games
with you?
l've got a ticket.
What's more important,
your son or your work?
But l got to go to work.
Get out of my sight.
Leave!
Wait!
Come back!
Go ashore!
What do you think you are doing?
There, my boy.
- What are you up to?
- lf you don't think about yourself,
think about your boy.
He'll be a cripple for life.
- Let him be.
- You're stupid.
Let him be.
Vanya!
Come, Vanya, have no fear.
l'll be fired.
You like your work?
l love it.
Our design bureau
is commissioning a project
and we even work overnight.
A pipe's broken there
and the staff's on three days' leave
without pay.
How can you know?
Why are you lying?
l am not lying. When you find out
it'll be too late.
Go, woman. l have no time for you.
Another row?
Look... take the boy,
settle him for the night.
Tomorrow Father Filaret
will give him communion.
Whose boy is he?
What do we do now?
- ls he your boy?
- Yes.
Where do we go now?
Come with me.
Blessed is the man
that walks not in the counsel
of the ungodly,
nor stands in the way of sinners,
nor sits in the seat
of the scornful:
but whose delight is
in the Will of the Lord;
And he shall be like a tree planted
by the fount of eternal life
that brings forth fruit
in season;
And whose leaf shall not wither;
whatsoever he does
shall prosper.
Not so are the ungodly;
They are like chaff
Blown by the wind.
Therefore
the ungodly shall not stand
in the judgment,
nor sinners in
the council of the righteous.
For the Lord knows
the way of the righteous:
but the way of the ungodly
leads nowhere.
What are you doing there?
Lying in wait for you.
Why the charred log?
lt just leaped out of my hands.
l didn't mean it.
l see.
- No, you don't.
- Come down.
No, l'm fine where l am.
l've got complaints about you.
The proud are risen against me
and violent men have sought
my soul.
What do you think l should do
about this, prankster?
Marvelous are your deeds,
O Lord!
l hear you are
cultivating superstitions
and tempting brethren
and laymen.
Safeguard me from worldly slander...
Forget prayers and
use your brains.
Being your superior
l am duty-bound to punish you.
The Lord is my light.
Whom shall l fear?
Just you wait, prankster.
You'll reap the benefits
of your doings.
ln God is my salvation
and my comfort.
Forgive me
and have mercy!
Direct me on Thy way,
O Lord!
For my soul is weak
And so is my body
And of sinful passions
Am l a vicious slave.
Father Anatoly is looking
the wrong way.
Turn