taste for vodka to you.
Why not concede, my sons,
that you have been
whipped with birch sticks, on the back,
and on any other place
that makes you a Cossack ?
It's no use, father,
to remember the past.
What is done, is done.
He's only trying to provoke you.
Just let these pagans talk,
they satisfy themselves to know
what a Cossack saber is.
Good, son !
Frankly.
If it is like this, I shall go with you.
Indeed !
What the hell can I expect here ?
Sowing buckwheat, doing the dishes ?
Keeping the sheep, the pigs ?
Or chatting with my wife ?
Damn !
I am a Cossack !
And I don't want to !
Is there not a war ?
And I shall go with you to Zaporozhye.
and da-da-da-da, have fun !
What kind of enemy can we
confront by staying here ?
What's the use of having a house ?
What's the use of all this ?
Dmitro, I will entrust you to take care
of my property, you hear me ?
As long as I'll be in Syetch,
fighting with the regiment.
Don't forget to give them
the best oats you can find.
Monaka, Orlika, Buyana.
Bulba was horribly stubborn.
He was one of those characters...
who could only be found in the
depths on the sixteenth century,
and who, being born Cossacks,
were provided with the reckless
and savage mores of the Russian nature.
He was a phenomenal example
of Russian force,
driven from the entrails of the people,
as well as from many inequities.
Here.
Let's go !
Let go !
All right, let's go !
My beloved sons,
what's waiting for you ?
What are you to become ?
Who will lead you ?
In which battle will you lose
your heads to the Tatars ?
And I won't even know
where to find your mutilated bodies.
Right, sons, all is ready.
Why wait any longer ?
Now, following the Christian tradition,
we have to all sit down.
Mother, bless your children.
Pray God to fight bravely,
to always act honestly,
and to always protect faith in Christ.
Or else,
better disappear,
than think differently.
May the mother of God bless you.
My sons, do never forget your mother.
Children...
this is Syetch, our mother.
Here is Syetch.
This is the nest where they all come from,
proud and strong as lions !
From here the Cossacks are
spreading throughout Ukraine.
Anyone who comes here, 
abandons behind him
what he used to be.
He'll happily spend time in
the company of others like him.
He won't have parents,
or family, or home,
only undying insouciance
and infinite skies.
This is Syetch.
Hey, musicians, play faster !
Don't be mad, Thomas, vodka
is orthodox for Christians !
Take off your coat.
See how much it weighs !
- I can't.
- And why's that ?
I can't, I could even sell it
just to get a means to drink more.
Have fun, Vassil !
I redeemed you.
Now, you don't owe anyone anything.
Hail, Kirdyaga !
And I can see you didn't come alone,
but with your sons.
He killed a comrade...like a dog,
just like that, dead drunk.
He's a shame for all Cossacks.
And if he hadn't been a Cossack ?
But only a simple man ?
A Polack ?
Wouldn't that be a shame, then ?
If it were so, only
the Polacks would mourn.
Nobody's mourning us.
But there are laws,
courts, Roman right...
Here prevails the law of our soil.
What if we were born
in another country ?
I don't know.
I remember, when we were kids,
we were walking on the road,
and you were skipping around, crying,
because the sun was heating
the dust and burning your feet.
I took you in my arms,
and walked again, and I had the feeling
that it wasn't the dust at all,
but the soil itself that
was warming my feet.
My soil.
It's just like Latin, at the seminary.
It's not for me.
Veni, vidi,...
What comes after that ?
Vici.
I came, I saw, I won.
Won ? No, not us.
Not with this soil under our feet.
There she is.
Where ?
Over there, first row.
Next to her father.
Hey you, bastards, how
dare you go to church