the better.
It's smoking.
O Lord, have mercy on me,
a sinner.
Osip Nikiforovich!
And what have you here,
magnificent Solokha?
How do you mean?
My arm.
Your arm!
And what have you here,
most precious Solokha?
As though you don't see!
My neck.
Your neck!
- And my necklace on it.
- A necklace...
Open up, Solokha!
An intruder!
- Good Lord!
- Where're you going, Osip?
If I am caught here...
It will come to Father Kondrat's ears!
For God's sake, Solokha!
Your loving kindness, as it says in
the Gospel of St. LUke, chapter 13...
O Lord, have mercy on me,
a sinner!
There's a knock, oh dear, there's
a knock!
Hide me
somewhere!
Incomparable Solokha,
hurry up!
Hurry up!
- Come on!
- I'm plunging into darkness!
- Good evening!
- Come in, Kornei Korneyevich.
You didn't
expect me, eh?
Perhaps I am in the way?
Perhaps you had some
entertaining companion here?
What are you saying,
Kornei Korneyevich?
Perhaps you have someone
in hiding already?
Solokha!
Let me have
a drink of vodka now.
What weather God has sent us
for Christmas Eve!
What a snowstorm! The snow
got in my eyes, my mouth, my ears!
- Who is that?
- Open the door, Mother!
It's your son,
Vakula!
For nothing in the world will I show
myself to that damned bastard!
Kornei Korneyevich!
May he have
a fever!
May he have a pimple
under each of his eyes!
May he choke
on a pig's bone!
Kornei Korneyevich!
I say, Solokha,
put me where you like!
I don't want to see
that bastard!
May that mad dog
go through
the agonies of hell!
Can nothing get that wretched
Oksana out of my head?
I don't want to think about her,
but I keep thinking...
Sverbyguz!
This foolish love
has turned me quite silly.
Tomorrow's Christmas and this
rubbish is lying about the cottage.
I am a poor goat,
On my sides flogged,
For three kopecks bought.
With my feet I stamp, stamp, stamp,
With my horns I ram, ram, ram!
With my tail I'll sweep you fast,
With my feet I'll turn you to dust!
And there you'll meet your death!
Vakula?
Oh, you are here!
Good evening!
Did you get a lot for your carols?
And have you got the slippers
that the Tsarina wears?
Let's go!
If you get me
the Tsarina's slippers,
then I will marry you!
Oksana!
Farewell!
Find any lover you like!
Make a fool of whom you like!
But me you will not
see again in this world!
Oksana!
Vakula! Vakula!
- Goodbye, lads!
- Where are you off to?
Do not think unkindly of me!
A lost soul!
I must go and tell them that
the blacksmith has hanged himself!
Women, women!
The blacksmith has hanged himself!
- He's hanged himself!
- He's drowned himself!
Where am I running?
As though everything
were over already?
I'll try
one way more:
I will go
to Paunchy Patsyuk;
they say
he knows all the devils
and can do
anything he likes.
- What is this?
- It's Vakula's sacks.
Let us drag them
to my cottage
and have a good look
at what he has got in them.
But they're heavy!
Wait!
- Let's run for a sledge!
- Let's go!
My word, what a miracle!
I have come to ask you a favour,
Patsyuk.
They say that you -
no offence meant -
I speak of this not by way
of any insult to you -
that you are a little
akin to the devil.
There is nothing but ruin
before me, a sinner!
Nothing in the world
will help!
What will be, will be.
I have to ask help
from the devil himself.
Well, Patsyuk,
what am I to do?
If you need the devil,
then go to the devil.
That's just why
I've come to you.
I think nobody in the world but you
knows the way to him.
He need not go far who has
the devil on his shoulders!
It's me, your friend.
I'll give you as much money as you
like. Oksana shall be yours today.
Oksana?
Very well, for such a price
I am ready to be yours!
Well, Vakula, nothing is done
without a contract.
I am ready!
I've heard that among you
contracts are signed with blood?
Wait, I'll get a nail
out of my pocket.
- Carry me on your back!
- Where?
- To