laugh
-Despite you are my father,
if you will laugh, you will be beaten
-What? You may beat your father?
-Even father
Offence I'll not forgive to anyone
-How can you fight with me?
On fists?
-On anything
-Let's do it
Do it!
On fists
Come on!
Good, son
Good, really good
-You lost your wits, old man
Our children came,
we have not seen them more than year
And you fight on fists
-He fights well, very well
He'll become a good Cossack
Greetings, son
Peace?
Good, son
Beat everybody as me.
Noone can be forgived
And why you stand,
why put your hands down?
Why don't you beat me?
-How can you say it,
that a child beated father
-Mother's son as I see
Don't beleive your mother, son.
She is a woman, she doesn't know anything
No tenderness
Your tenderness is field and horse
This is your tenderness
Do you see this sabre?
This is your mother
Better I will send you to Zaporozhye next week
There is the learning
Only there you'll become clever
Only there
I think archimandrite
didn't let you even a little of vodka
Own up, were you punished in seminary?
-No sense to remember what happened.
It is the past
-If someone infringe,
he will know what is the Cossack's sabre
-Good, son
Good
-Drink in Andrey's and Ostap's honor!
-In this way I will go with you
Really go
What can I do here?
Become a farmer or a host?
Breed sheeps and pigs and sit with wife?
Never
I am Cossack!
And I don't want
Not matters that there is no war
I'll go on Zaporozhye
Have a rest
What enemy can be found by sitting here?
Do we need this house?
Do we need these all things?
You will take, Dmytro, all my home rule.
Have you heard?
If I give the sign from the Sech,
advance with the regiment
Don't forget to feed horses:
Dolucha, Monah, Orlik, Buyan
Bulba was very obstinate
It was one of characters
that could be only in hard XVI century
When the Cossacks arised -
wide, powerful style of Russian nature
It was an extraordinary appearance
of Russian strength
It came from people's heart
by troubles and grief
-That's all
-My dear sons
What waits for you?
What will happen to you?
You are taken.
Taken
May be that in the first battle
a Tatar will chop off your heads
And I will not know
where lie your abandoned corpses
Slashed and abandoned
-Well, sons
All is ready
And nothing to wait for
And now by the Christian tradition
sit before the road
Mother, bless your children
Pray to God about them to be courage
to defend knight's honor
to stay for the Christ's faith
If not...
Then better they'll perish
for ever
-may Mother of God protect you!
Don't forget, sons
your mother
Sech
Sech-mother
Here it is, Sech
This is the nest from which rush out
all majestic and strong as lions
From here spreads will of Cossacks
on all the Ukraina
Everyone who comes here
forgets and leaves everything what he did before
He gives himself up to freedom and comradeship
with men that were the same as he
Men, who didn't have relatives and home
but had sky above heads
and eternal feast in their souls
This is it, Sech
-Play vividly, musicians!
Pour vodka for orthodox Christians!
-Take off your overcoat - you are hot
-Can not!
-Why can not?
-My temper - what I take off that I squander on drink!
-Make merry, Vasiliy. I have ransomed you
Now you don't owe anyone
-Hello
As I see you came not alone!
With sons
-Killed his comrade, like a dog.
Drunken. Without reason
-It is pity that the Cossack
-And if not Cossack?
A common man
Pole
Is not pity?
-Not for us. For Poles
They don't spare us
-But what about the law?
Court, Roman law?
-Here is the law of our land
-But if we were born on another land?
-I don't know
I remember: in the childhood
we go together on road
and you tuck legs and weep
the dust has heated up on the sun and burns
I took you on hands
I go on road and feel like this is not dust
but soil of our land warms my feets
my land
Latin in seminary...
it is not my...
Veni,