All language subtitles for [English] Life of a Mistress - Episode 12 of 18 Russian Drama TV Show [DownSub.com]

SHUKA FILM COMPANY

TATIANA BABENKOVA

ARTYOM KRYLOV

VLADISLAV ABASHIN

IN A FILM BY DMITRY CHERKASOV

MANUMISSION

Are you here or somewhere else?

Here, here...

Something worries you?
Or just feel unwell?

I’m well and I’m happy.
But you’d better get dressed.

- Why, is that all?
- Antosha will be here soon.

What’s wrong with Antosha?
He’s never been in the way.

- I still think you should go.
- I would rather stay.

Tatyana Fyodovna,
this way of life is not for you.

I’ve seen a number of ways.

What have you seen?
When you have nothing to eat?

With rats all over the house?
Have you seen that life?

I can work. Get a job
in some household.

And will study, and teach me.

- Got wet?
- Yes!

It’s rain’s tricky nature -
as I was going from the shop,

it was coming in torrents
and just as I came here - it stopped.

Summer, Petersburg, what did you expect?

Candles, ink, pens - I bought everything.

- Good, good.
- And here’s your evening mail.

Thank you, my friend.

- You may go.
- Yes.

Dear sir, in reply to your request
concerning my subordinate.

Boris Nazemny claimed
that he was a complete orphan.

I know that he’s an orphan,
he never made a secret of it.

And it’s not against the law
to marry a former serf.

What made me send request to Yamburg
was my visit to Nazemnys.

I thought it was his wife’s inheritance.

But it turns out that they’ve got
no one to leave them a legacy.

Neither Bores, nor his wife.

You mean, he rolls in money?

The one I feel sorry for is his wife.
A honey bun...

- Don’t get me wrong.
- You remember the address?

Tanya, where are you?

Tomorrow they’ll take Yefim
for questioning. It shouldn’t happen.

If he’s a killer, what’s wrong
with his questioning?

- Is it you to decide?
- No...

Make sure there’ll be no questioning.

However you do it, but make sure.

I’m no good in these tasks, Master.

I’ll do it, I’ll do it...

I thought you lock you office
only on special occasions.

Isn’t it a special occasion today?

- You don’t seem to be happy.
- I am! I was just scared for you.

Why would Yefim kill the Prince?
What would a serf gain from it?

Why won’t you get in a serf’s head
and find it out?

I was going to tell you the news,
important news. But I won’t.

What news? We’re short of lampion oil?

A parcel for Yefim, Krechetsky’s headman.

I have to inspect it.

Will he eat it alone
or should I help him?

I think he won’t manage it alone.

Ilya!

Are you here?

Polina!

- I’m here, what’s wrong with you?
- I was so scared all the day.

- What scared you, Ilya?
- I’m often scared.

I’m scared, when they cut chicken,
when a fish is flapping on the grass...

- In the forest when it’s dark.
- There’s nothing to be ashamed of.

I’m ashamed to tears.
When I was scared for you,

I was scared for Mom,
and I wasn’t ashamed. How is that?

- I was scared for another thing.
- For what?

I had to be thinking of you,
but I was thinking of myself.

Thinking of staying all alone
without you.

You can’t sleep too?

Did I hurt you?

You were mad at me. Why?

I wasn’t mad at you, my darling.

I was mad at myself,
because I let that happen.

- It all ended well.
- You held your own.

The Lord loves us.

I don’t think he loves me.
But he may well love you for two.

You don’t even know how true it is.

I never thought myself... I’m pregnant.

Anna, my good girl! I’m really happy.

- God willing, I’ll have it by spring.
- Bear me a real Krechetsky.

- Ilya is not all bad.
- Don’t rake over old ashes.

Here, have some milk.

Who can it be at this hour?

Go, don’t you think it’s for me?

- Is Polina a daughter of Duke Golovin?
- Good question, Mitya.

- But I can’t answer it.
- Lord works in mysterious ways?

You speak just like your brother.

- But it’s not my secret to tell.
- You mean, the Duke confessed to you?

You know people who have
nothing to confess? Show me, please.

A person’s life depends on it.

Two lives.

So much passion, so much racket...

Give it a thought, put in other words.
I’ll tell all that’s not confidential.

In other words. Good. Alexey Petrovich
wasn’t a godfather to Polina, was he?

The baptism was performed
without godparents.

- It’s wrong.
- The church allows it.

- Why didn’t he ask his friends?
- A layman from a titled family...

- ...won’t to be a godfather to a serf.
- Why couldn’t it be a serf?

- Desires and prejudices spare none.
- What about himself?

He couldn’t be her godfather
because he was her father?

And her patronymic, Petrovna? Isn’t it
after her grandfather, Duke’s father?

It’s a mystery for me as well.

I see. Couldn’t give his name
but didn’t dare to repudiate her.

Fine, what’s done is done.

But could it be that he married
a serf? I won’t even ask who.

Just tell me, could it be?

While I’ve been here, he didn’t,
neither openly, nor secretly.

What if it’s only my guesswork?

Your love is fearless, Dmitry.
Golovin wasn’t capable of it.

I was waiting for you.

Thank you for not leaving me.

My brother’s intrigue failed,
now you are free from your promises.

Yes...

Neither a wife nor a maiden.
Not enslaved and not free.

I don’t even know where I come from.
I’m a ghost. I don’t exist.

You very much exist, Polina.

You have a good heart,

and I love you.

But it’s not the most important thing
I have to tell you.

- What can be more important?
- You must know that you are...

the daughter of Duke Golovin.

- Where is your man?
- I’m a widow.

You trade... by yourself?

Not good.

You’ll give us away, as soon as we leave.

- I have a daughter.
- Daughter... Where’s your daughter?

In the kitchen?
Have a look. Go, go!

You were right, Boris,
it’s the wrong house.

But since we’re here...

- Why do you need Taj Mahal?
- Going to India?

Watch your mouth, Boris.

I was thinking of trading in spices,
but it’s so hard to find right partners.

I don’t often feel so much attracted...

to womankind.

I could supply an expedition.

Kolya, take all this shit away.

- Easy, easy!
- Really?

Gentlemen...

Well, that’s it.

Take him away.

- Wet-nurse is covering me.
- She’s a kind woman.

Polina Petrovna, wrap yourself,
fog is coming from the river.

There used to be a ford.
Now it’s overflown.

I remember I was with Alexey Petrovich...
with my father...

We were crossing the river on horseback,

and I fell in the water when I
almost made it. The river was icy cold.

He took me in his arms. I was shaking,
and he was so big, so warm...

It was the first time I thought - father...

This thought was like a flash.

And then I was ashamed of it.

- You are lucky to remember him.
- So strange...

I recall him now not the way I used to.

As if I was afraid to love him
and now I don’t need to.

What about you, Dmitry Vasilyevich,
do you have memories of your father?

Almost none. Well...

I remember I woke one night to some noise,

I went to the living-room
and saw my Dad, red-faced,

throwing playing cards at his guests.

Andrey scolded me first and then...

brought me some fruit-jelly.
Said, father told him.

- Did you eat that fruit-jelly?
- Yes, mixed with tears.

He loved my mother.

I know he did. Where is she now?
Why all these secrets?

- She was a serf.
- You are right. He was afraid.

He was afraid of me too,
afraid to recognise me as his daughter.

Polina Petrovna, that’s not so.

We don’t know everything.

Stop!

- Stop! Follow me!
- Freeze!

Turn around...

They’ll soon come to your sweet damsel.

Don’t loose that case, you might need it.

I knew it would be that way.

You knew that Alexey Petrovich was
my father? You knew and didn’t tell me?

I didn’t know he was your father.

Neither did I know of Antonina,
never seen her.

What’s this Antonina after all,
posing as your mother?

No one’s posing as my mother.
She’s gone, long ago, when I was born.

If I did something wrong
tell me, what is it?

Do you want me to read a book?

- A love story?
- A love story.

- What a songbird you are, Palashka.
- Master...

I can sing even louder.

- What’s going on?
- A great voice, Anna, isn’t it?

Go to the kitchen and tell them
to make cheese pancakes.

- Dmitry Vasilyevich likes them.
- Yes, Mistress.

- You saved my life, Mitya.
- I just had a good horse.

Come on, Anna, it’s over.

Mitya!

I thought you should know...

Andrey ordered to send invitations.

- What invitations?
- To your engagement to Katerina.

Choosing books for Ilya?

Adventures of English milord George...

...and Brandenburg Margravine
Frederica Luisa.

- Where did you find this marvel?
- Elisaveta Alexandrovna has left it.

Can I borrow it for a while?
It’s not for me.

- For whom?
- For Evdokiya.

I like your changeability.

Yesterday it was a tragic hand-wringing,

and today you’re steeling
books for a kitchen maid.

- You may take it.
- You are very kind.

Oh, I almost forgot of the
wedding present. Why waste it?

- Thank you, I’m fine.
- And if it’s a stable for your Luchik?

- What did I do to deserve it?
- Yefim is gone.

Who’s going to take care of Luchik?
Go to the village and take him here.

Thank you, Andrey Vasilyevich.

Surprise ball... That was elegant idea.

- Who knows what could Mitya be up to.
- I haven’t thought of surprise itself.

Let’s call Barinov to sing.

All the country’s going crazy for him.

A soloist for Imperial Theatres?
Can we afford it?

Let the neighbors have
something to talk about.

Dmitry, was it Anna who told you?

- What’s wrong? You’re against the ball?
- I’m against the engagement.

- You have duty to this family.
- I see my duty differently.

Where are you going?

Dmitry Vasilyevich,
I’m always glad to see you.

- I’m very glad too.
- All young ladies are seeking society...

but my daughter is very special.

Thank you for visiting us. My father
and me, we live like two bears in a den.

Merlushin. It’s about the debt.

I beg your pardon.

- Katerina, we need to talk.
- What a pity.

I thought you came to see me.

We’re friends now but we’ll be
enemies if we get married.

Oh, no, of course not!

- I’m bound by feelings for someone else.
- What can ‘someone else’ give you?

We’ll be a wonderful couple.
Beautiful, rich and free.

And unhappy.

If we don’t marry my father will
get me married to a miserable old man.

That’s not in your character
to be a victim, Ekaterina Georgievna.

You are right. That’s why
we are going to be engaged.

- What if I refuse?
- It’s unfair. I will be dishonoured.

No one will marry me.

You are so much like my brother.
Now I see it clearly.

Luchik, my sweet boy...

I’m sorry for not coming for you so long.

I missed you too!

Here she comes! Scum...

Wait...

- I am sorry for what’s happened.
- Get out of here.

I raised him, he was like a son for me,

and he preferred to go to prison.

Not even a child left behind.

Here...

He saved your property.

Before noon you do the questioning
so sprightly...

- Alas...
- In the afternoon it isn’t what it was.

- You are going to prison with me.
- Yes, sir.

What’s happened to people...

You trouble over them, get you hands
dirty, and look how they repay you...

No proper questioning, no proper case...

Filth...

I don’t know where he is.
We didn’t meet yesterday.

You didn’t? Your husband
left the house at midnight.

I wasn’t here.

- He won’t get back, knows we’re here.
- He’ll follow me to hell.

As my mother wanted me
to marry Boris...

But this Boris is a total scatterbrain,
Don’t make me marry him.

He’s not a fool to go
straight into your hands.

What is it?

- And you’re calling my husband a thief.
- Bandit’s slut!

Empty your pockets!

I’ll fix you later.

Must be a present from my husband.
Can I have a look, at lest?

So, you say that
Boris Grigorievich won’t come.

He’s a bit smarter than your blockheads.

He packed all your things
but left most of his.

You say, he’ll follow you to hell?
Good, we are waiting.

Even this thing of yours
is coal-fired. Demonic thing.

Samovar and iron are demonic? The cups
you stick on people’s backs are demonic?

...they are demonic too?
God gave us fire for us to use it.

- Here’s your bag.
- You are pale, my dear.

Spent all night sewing,
now my eyes hurt and my fingers too.

Sit, Darya, have a rest.
Let’s see if it works.

You’ll spoil good fabric,
that’s how it works.

- Do you drink bull’s blood?
- God be with you, doctor.

- I prescribed you!
- It’s nothing, I’ll be good.

Pavel Arsenyevich, give me a hand.

- Father Mikhail, you should urge her.
- Take this.

If I knew how. The other day
I wake up at night and feel that

she’s all wet as if she bathed.
And her hand is ice-cold.

How shall I treat her
if she doesn’t let me?

Look at the balloon, it swells!
Look, Father.

- Good Lord...
- God answered our prayers.

It’s really filling with air!

My eye!

It flies! Oh my God...

- Flies like a soul.
- It flies!

- And then the King said...
- What did he say? Ilya!

Ilya, go on. What did he say?

It worked! Polina, it worked!

Look!

It means hope, Ilya. Hope...

Stop here.

Nikita Matveevich, you are distracting
their attention. And you - not a word!

She’s always been so boisterous...
I am sorry, Master.

What were you doing there?
Master told you to take away the hay!

- I took it away.
- You’ll get it! Nikola, want some lashes?

Mademoiselle Vera!

- Did you see it? The balloon?
- Balloon?

It’s so good that you’re here.
Ilya, read some more.

Come on.

I need to go to Yamburg.
Will you help me?

But how?

- It’s a pity I didn’t find Dmitry in.
- He can’t get used to provincial life.

Can’t stay put.

Shall we go in? Looks like it could rain.

Dad, bravery is tried by danger.

Mademoiselle Polina is a good teacher.

- Will you stay for dinner?
- Thank you, but I am in a hurry.

I’m really sorry that you didn’t find
my brother. Maybe, next time...

Yes sir... I mean, what can I do for you?

You had a fellow worker,
Boris Grigorievich.

I had. He’s gone to the capital.

- Where can I find him?
- In notarial office of Beryozin.

Not the best office, you know.

If the matter is delicate...

You should know that you
won’t find anyone better that me.

It’s delicate.

Did he leave for Petersburg
alone or... with a lady?

He was not very much into that.

But you may ask his landlady,
who rents rooms.

Oh, these rooms - intrigues, secrets...

Thank you.

- Where is it?
- Vodovoznaya street, ask Kapitolina.

Thank you.

Milk, cottage cheese, sour cream!

Milk, cottage cheese!

- Sour cream!
- Hey, you!

Go there, call the Mistress
and sell her some milk.

I want her make pancakes.

- I can sell it to you here.
- Do as you’re told.

As you wish, Master.
Milk, cottage cheese!

Sour cream... Tatyana Fyodorovna!

- I’m not buying today.
- I’ve got bakes milk, your favourite.

- I don’t know...
- With a crust.

Buy some, let him think it’s quiet here.

I’m coming.

- What?
- Money. You took mine away.

Come on.

- Tanya, darling...
- Boris!

Tanya, be quick!

- Boris...
- Run, run!

Get in, sit. Get going!

Milk, sour cream...

Cottage cheese, milk.

- Sour cream.
- Where is she?

- Who?
- The lady, she came for milk .

- Said she’ll come, but she didn’t.
- Daily newspaper! Buy daily newspaper!

The criminal gnawed through the iron bars
and escaped from Scotland Yard!

Get lost.

One madam, she ate so much frogs...

- Where’s Ivan Panteleevich, investigator?
- He is having dinner.

- Where can I wait for him?
- You’d better come in an hour or two.

It was a real embarrassment...

- I’m afraid, I owe you.
- It’s not the reason why I’m here.

While we were dawdling
you caught the killer,

saved Anna Nikolayevna.
I owe you.

- Treat yourself.
- No, thank you.

Have a seat.

You may go.

Tell me, Ivan Panteleevich,
Is it possible to free

an illegitimate child of a titled
person, let’s say, of a Duke and his serf?

- Without manumission - no.
- Or to prove the late Duke’s paternity?

- Go to the court?
- Think of all the kids dukes have...

It can be half the village.
Should we free them all?

But if a child was raised
in the family, educated?

I see who you mean.

It’s not hard to guess in view
of your escapades. But still...

The law doesn’t protect bastards.

Bastards! That sounds so mean.

Isn’t there another way?
Let it be hard, let it be expensive.

It seems easier to abolish serfdom,

than to free a person
against his owner’s will.