comfort.
Or you'll be cursing yourself
all your life
that you killed an innocent child.
How do you know?
You are not a holy man.
Maybe l too...
killed a man.
Anyway, don't kneel before me.
Fall to your knees
when you pray to God.
You'll have a boy.
A golden boy.
Now get off my island!
O Lord, have mercy...
Glory be to Thee, O Lord
Glory be to Thee.
Glory be to the Father,
and to the Son,
and to the Holy Ghost,
for ever and ever. Amen.
Blessed be God
For ever and ever. Amen.
Glory be to Thee, O Lord
Glory be to Thee.
Glory to the Father,
and to the Son...
O all-holy Trinity,
have mercy upon us.
O Lord, wash away our sins...
Remember, O Lord,
the soul of thy departed servant,
the warrior Tikhon.
Pardon him every sin
and grant him the Kingdom of Heaven
and the Fount of everlasting Life.
O Lord Jesus Christ
Son of God,
have mercy on this sinner.
O Lord, forsake me not...
Forsake me not, help me, O Lord.
Deliver my soul from the dungeon,
O Lord
forsake me not.
Have mercy upon me, O Lord,
blot out my transgressions.
For l acknowledge my iniquity
and my sin is ever before me.
Wash me and l shall be whiter
than snow,
make me hear joy and gladness,
wash me from my iniquity
and cleanse me from my sin.
Create in me a clean heart,
Cast me not away
from Thy presence.
Harken the prayers of our Holy Fathers,
O Lord Jesus Christ our God,
have mercy on us.
Hey, Father Anatoly,
somebody has soiled the handle.
Who could it be?
Must be some mean souls.
- Wipe it.
- ln a minute.
Give me a rag to wipe my hand.
l got none.
Don't l give you rags
for your needs?
No rags really.
Go inside, have a look.
That is, if you don't mind
the soot, filth, coal.
No matter.
l'm here on behalf
of our Father Superior, Filaret.
Get Father Filaret's blessing
and live in peace with him.
Live with a saint you'll become a saint.
You said something
and l didn't get it.
Father Filaret shows his kindness.
He wants you to live in his chamber
to mend your health.
Who's going to work here?
Lay brother Nicodimus.
Why, he dreads fire.
We all dread Gehenna.
Father Job,
bless me to stay here.
l'm used to it, l know all about it.
lt's winter. l need to stoke up.
Do you hear me?
Father Filaret is showing
you kindness!
Look, you learned to read and write,
didn't you?
lf l didn't l wouldn't be a chief.
Read holy books too.
Sure, l know many by heart.
l forget
why Cain
killed his brother Abel.
You and your jokes.
You'd better wipe that handle.
You're wallowing in filth,
joker.
lt's sheer bliss...
You are always scaring me!
Where did you learn to walk
noiselessly?
lf you like,
l can make me horseshoes
so l'm always heard from a distance.
Just you dare!
This is a monastery, not stables.
lf everybody wears horseshoes
there'll be such noise!
Like at a hippodrome.
Should l make bets on you?
What now?
Let me report...
Father Anatoly...
Father Anatoly? Not again!
What has he done wrong?
lt's all written here.
What do l want with your scrawl?
Say what you have to say.
And let's have done with this.
This is what in all honesty
can no longer be tolerated.
Firstly, Anatoly never washes
his face and hands.
Second, he is always late for work.
Third, Mainland folk are
always coming to see him.
Yesterday he showed up
in church
with a felt boot on one leg
and a sock on the other
and started singing
through his nose.
Father,
the brethren are grumbling.
On festive occasions
he does come to church
but he doesn't pray,
only exposes...
He was barred from refectory.
Enough. My head is spinning already.
Where is he now?
Where else?
ln the boiler room
having tea with laymen.
With sugar!
- Shall l call him?
- No, l'll see him.
Did you tell him to quit his work
in the boiler room
and move to my cell?
- l did.
- And?
He asked me
if l know
why Cain killed Abel.
Why indeed?
Are you trying to hurt me?
Sorry. You can go.
l'll sort it out with him.
l mean