inside.
My friends, I propose a toast to
the health ofthe Rector.
Here's to the health ofthe Rector.
Drink, my good friends.
Oh, the Cossack drinks
on someone else's money...
Another round!
Another round!
Serve another round!
I'd like to know one thing. Just
what are you seminarians taught?
What the deacon says when he's
in church, or other things?
- What a great scholar.
- I want to be a seminarian too.
Do you think I'm not clever enough?
I can learn anything!
Oh good Lord! Lord have mercy
on us!
The Cossack drinks on someone
else's...
- I just want to know one thing...
-Will you leave me alone, you pest?
Don't ask him.
Only God knows everything.
I just want to know what's
written in those books.
-There could be other things in them.
- How can you talk that way?
- Let me go.
- Why not let him go?
Philosopher.
Don't be afraid, come here.
The master will never know.
- Don'tjust stand there. Come on.
- Let me go home, my good brothers.
Let me go home!
The young woman is dead.
The girl is dead.
Be quiet! The young woman is dead.
- The girl is dead?
- Dead? Already?
Quiet, Serko! The young woman
is dead!
Why don't we let Khoma go now?
- Of course we'll let him go.
- He can do as he wants.
Leave him alone...
The young woman is dead.
Come on, you silly pig!
Brother philosopher, you're wrong
to try to get out of here.
It's not the sort of place
you can escape from.
You'd better go to the master.
He is waiting for you.
Why not? I would love to meet him.
It is not so much the pain of
losing you, my dearest daughter,
in the flower ofyour youth,
that makes your loss more
than a father can bear,
as the torment I suffer
at not knowing what monster
was the cause ofyour death.
Who are you? What is your quality,
and where do you come from?
From seminary. My name is
Khoma Brutus.
- And who was your father?
- I don't know.
- Your mother, then?
- I never knew her, either.
Of course, I must have had one
like anyone else,
but who she was, or what she was
like, I never knew.
How did you make the acquaintance
of my daughter?
I never met your daughter, sir.
I know nothing of girls.
I swear I've never known one.
Why did she name you, then?
Only God knows why.
The rich people fancy things that
don't make sense even to a scholar.
As the saying goes: When masters
fall out, their men get the clout.
You're not lying,
are you, philosopher?
God strike me dead if I'm lying.
If she had lived a minute longer,
I would have known everything.
"Let no one say prayers for me,
father,
but send men at once
to Kiev Seminary
and tell them to bring here
seminarian Khoma Brutus.
And let him pray for three nights
for the salvation of my soul.
He knows."
And what he knows,
that I hadn't time to hear.
Have you been known
for your chaste life?
Could she hear about you
from someone?
Me? Chaste life?
For heaven's sake, sir!
I visited a baker's wife
on Maundy Thursday.
Nonetheless, she named you,
that's all that counts.
As oftonight, you will start
reciting the prayers for her soul.
Yes, but certainly you want to do
the best thing...
Of course, anyone versed in
the Scriptures could do it...
But the best thing would be to have
a deacon, or even a sub-deacon.
They are well-trained
and will do what's necessary.
I haven't got a suitable voice. Also,
I don't have a good appearance.
I'll do as my dear child
had wanted it.
I don't care what it may cost.
You will start your vigil tonight,
and recite the prayers for three
nights,
and I shall reward you handsomely
for it. Otherwise...
How could our dear mistress
abandon us?
Oh, dear child, tell us what made
you leave us?..
Come back! Come back, beloved!
May God the Father have mercy
on her soul
May God the Son have mercy
on her soul.
May God the Holy Ghost have
mercy on her soul.
Give the philosopher his dinner.
Then bring him back to the church.
Tell them how the witch
cast a spell on the