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TV Channel Russia in cooperation
with VERA movie company

and the Federal Agency for
Culture and cinematography present

A Gleb Panfilov TV series

THE FIRST CIRCLE

Based on Alexander
Solzhenitsyin's epic novel

A VERA movie company production

Screenplay
Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Director
Gleb Panfilov

Producers-in-chief Anton
Zlatopolsky and Maxim Panfilov

Producers Sergei Shumakov
and Marina Osmolovskaya

Camera
Mikhail Agranovich

Set design Anatoly Panfilov
and Konstantion Zoubrylin

Music
Vadim Beebergan

Starring

Yevgeny Mironov
as Gleb Nerzhin

Dmitry Pevtsov
as Innokenty Volodin

Albert Filozov
as Uncle Avenir

Maxim Kononov
as Spiridon

Voiceover narrative
Alexander Solzhenitsyn

Action time
December 24-27. 1949.

Episode 10

A toast to our personal acquaintance.
Although I've known about you for ages.

How come?
- I saw your photos.

You took pretty much after your Dad.

Really?

He was a daredevil back then when he
served as a sailor in the Baltic Sea Fleet.

He actually forced
your Mom to marry him.

He ruined her life by doing that.

Take no offence at my words.

I don't.

I've known all that for a long time.

I used to read Mom's letters.

She loved another
man for all her life.

And she put up with my father just
for the sake of not ruining my career.

And you never came to her funeral.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

Oh my dear sister!

Let her soul rest in peace.

Now what?

Would you like some tea? Or coffee?

Do you have coffee?
- No doubt. The cyckorium potion.

Raissa!

Yeah!
- Serve some coffee to us.

I mean cykorium one.

Face to the wall!

Come on in.

Undress!
- What for?

Are you a Russian?
- Yes.

Then undress.

Don't non-Russians have to then?

Drop it!

Naked!
- What do you mean, naked?

Naked!

Impossible, it's cold here.
-You'll be stripped forcibly!

Open your mouth.

Wider.

Say "aah".

Again, longer - "aaa-aaa-aaah!"

Raise your tongue. Now lower
it back. Good. Now your eyes.

And nose...

Breathe!

Breathe!

Stand with your back to me.

Legs apart. Wider.

Bend over and touch the floor.

Part your buttocks with your hands.

Right. Good.

Now squat. Hands apart!

Now squat again. Once again.

And one more time.

Take a seat now.

He must have gotten sick of

fingering other
people's underclothes.

cutting up their footwear, and peering
into their back orifices year after year.

That must be why the searcher has such
a grim, forbidding look on his face.

Why have you cut off my buttons?

Not allowed. -What? How am I
supposed to go around then?

Tie yourself up with string.
- What nonsense is this? What string?

Where am I supposed to get it from?

Get undressed.

But I've just stripped off once!
Couldn't somebody have warned me?

What are you doing? Wait!
- Don't move.

You don't have the right to do it.
I'm not convicted yet.

Is Dotty still waiting for me
to take her to the operetta?

Has she rung the Ministry?

Most probably not - they must have
arrived to search the flat.

It would take more than five men
to turn it upside down overnight.

And what is there for
them to find, the idiots?

Dotty won't go to jail.

Our year apart will save her.

She'll get a divorce and remarry.

But who knows, they may jail her.

Anything is possible in this country.

My father-in-law's career will
come to a halt. A black mark!

I can hear him belly-aching now.

All those who have ever known me,

will loyally expunge me
from their memories.

I'm not afraid of the death.
Not at all. Death is a body torment.

Adamancy.

Adamancy!

How could I surrender so easily?

It was my own apartment,
it were the streets of Moscow

that a high-ranking diplomat

surrendered to them without making a sound
and allowed them to lock him up here.

There is no escape from this place.

May I get dressed now?

State frontiers will disappear,

and armies with them.
A world parliament will be convened.

A president of the
planet will be elected.

He will bare his head before mankind,

and say...

You - have you got lice?
- I'm a diplomat!

Now what?
What complaints do you have?

I want to know why I've been
arrested! I want to read the warrant!

You misunderstood my question.
No venereal diseases?

What?
- Venereal diseases.

Have you ever had gonorrhea,
syphilis or soft chancre?

Leprosy? Tuberculosis?
- I'm quite healthy.

Uncle, why are all these
papers hanging around here?

These are exclusively the
issues of the Pravda newspaper.

The earliest ones date back to 1924.

For example,

listen.

This issue of the Pravda
dates back to 1940.

I know how the German people

love their Fuhrer and raise
a toast for his health.

Signed: Josef Stalin.

This is another good example.

This paper was printed
somewhere in 1924.

In this issue Stalin protects

stalwart Leninists
Kamenev and Zinoviev

from the accusations in the
October uprising sabotage.

The preservation of such clippings
might garner me a prison sentence.

Aren't you afraid?

A little bit. Still these papers

screen the place from
both sun and dust.

Why do you preserve that very issue?

I don't preserve anything.
It is just a random pick.

The most important thing is
not to make any marks on them.

I know what to look for
in every paper by heart.

So it is a kind of a secret archive.

Uncle Avenir, you turn out
to be a great conspirator.

Well, if people don't
want to see something,

they would never see it.

Turn off the light. Otherwise
the electricity fee is too high.

But they won't be able to
fabricate the A-bomb on their own.

They might.

The first bomb will be
tested one of these days.

It is sheer bluff.
Who's going to check on that test?

They don't have the industrial potential for
that. It will take them 20 years to catch up.

If they fabricate it, we're doomed.
- Do you think so?

I'm sure of that.
They'll be quick to employ it.

And the war will be horrible.

Not due to troop movements.

Nor the bombings are the
most horrible things.

It is horrible because it would
strip everyone of everything.

It would kill every
living thought up there.

Well, even without such a
war we have much of it here.

Go to sleep now.

What's up? -This Don Quixote
statue fell right on my head.

He's my favorite character.

Mine too.

Have a good night.

So many noble aspirations

were locked away in these boxes

and entombed with these walls.

Accursed country!

All the bitter pills it swallowed
were medicine only for others.

It never managed to cure itself.

Other countries were luckier.

Australia, for instance, tucked away at
the back of beyond, getting along nicely

without air-raids, without
five-year plans, without discipline.

Why did I set off in
pursuit of the bomb thieves?

I should have made for Australia and
stayed there as a private person.

I wouldn't fear death at all

if I were sure that
the people had learned

Innokenty Volodin,
a citizen of the world.

who had tried to save
them from the nuclear war.

If the Commies get the A-bomb,
the planet is doomed.

They'll shoot all of us in
their underground prisons.

And my file will be locked
up with thousand locks.

And that will be it.

Why aren't you dressed yet?
Get dressed quickly.

Hands behind your back.
Get out of the cell.

Turn to the wall.

Go ahead.

I don't know if they'll
prove that it was my voice,

but one thing is clear.
Once they arrested me,

they would never let me out of here.

I know that Stalin's paw
let no-one escape alive.

I would face either execution

or solitary confinement for life.

In some blood-curdling place like
the legendary Sukhanov monastery.

I would not be allowed to
sit down in the daytime.

I wouldn't be allowed to
speak for years on end

No-one would ever hear of me again.

Neither would I know of
anything happening around.

Stand up!

Stand up.

Stand up!

What if I want to sleep?

I've told you to stand up.

I want to sleep.

Will I have any sleep today?
- Not allowed.

Take me to a place where I can
lie down and have some sleep.

If you don't raise to your feet,
you'll be punished.

Your family name?
- Volodin.

Your name and patronymic?
- Innokenty Artemievich.

Year of birth?
- 1919.

Place of origin?
- Leningrad.

Out with your gear.

Hands behind your back.

Halt!

Get in.

Halt!

Get undressed.

Strip naked.
- Why?

To take a shower.
- Why? I'm clean.

Take your shower! The towel
and some soap are on the bench.

Get dressed.

Where are my clothes?
- In the sterilization room.

Get dressed.

Halt! Turn left and face the wall.

Halt! Hands behind your back!

Come on in!

Turn left and face the wall.

Go ahead!

The man clicked his tongue.

I understand now that it is a
secret sign for temporizing.

Prisoners mustn't meet each other.

They mustn't seek support
in the eyes of another man.

Did Rusya come here
for the night at all?

Pals, who knows what
has happened to Rusya?

They might have locked him up
in the strict confinement cell.

They might have transported
him out of here as well.

What did I tell you?
Their boy went too far.

Great!

A dozen of people knew about his
double game. No one reported on him.

Honesty is not an empty word.

Do you feel sick?

Attention!

The following will not report for work but
get themselves ready for transportation.

From your room... Khorobrov!

Where is Khorobrov?

I'm here.

Nerzhin!
- I'm here.

The following will
not leave this place.

They are to stay here and wait
for the lieutenant to arrive.

A historic day for
the Special Prison!

Morning of the execution
of the streltsy!

I'm going to see Major Shikin.

Citizen Major! I have come to reclaim
a book unlawfully taken from me.

I assume that,
six weeks is long enough

to ascertain that it is
permitted by the censor.

Book? What book?

I likewise assume that you perfectly
understand what book I'm referring to.

The "Selected Poems of Sergei Esenin"

How can you find it in
yourself to ask about E-se-nin?

Why shouldn't I? He was published
here, in the Soviet Union.

That makes no difference.
- Moreover, he was published in 1941.

He does not fall
within the prohibited

period. 1917 to 1938.

Prohibited period?
Where do you get that from?

A camp censor kindly
clarified things for me.

During a search before the holiday, my
copy of Dahl's Dictionary was taken from me

on the grounds that it
was published in 1935

and therefore subject to
the most rigorous scrutiny.

When I showed him that

the dictionary was a photomechanica
copy of the 1881 edition.

The censor promptly returned
it and explained that

there are no objections to
pre-revolutionary editions,

since the enemies of the
people were not then active.

And the unfortunate fact is that
Esenin was published in 1940.

Have it your way.
Have you, read that book?

Have you read all of it?

Can you confirm that in writing?

You have at present
no legal grounds for

requiring a signature from me under Article
95 of the C.C. of the R.S.F.S.R.

I confirm that I have a bad
habit of reading and keeping

those books which
are my own property.

So much the worse for you.
- So, then, let me summarize my request.

In accordance with Point 7 of
Section B of Prison Regulations,

give me back the book
illegally taken from me.

Take this, for instance.

Lifeless palms, alien hands!

These songs cannot
live where you are!

But the ears of corn that are horses

Will grieve for their
old master for ever.

Who, I ask you, is this master?

Whose palms does he mean?

Esenin had the limited
vision of his class,

just like Pushkin and Gogol.

And what does this bit mean?

A rose all white and a crab all black

I tried to join in wedlock.

It's very simple.

You shouldn't try to reconcile
the white rose of truth

with the black crab of wickedness.

I do not have time to enter
into textual analysis with you.

My escort party awaits me.

You announced six weeks ago that you would
refer the matter to the Censor's Office.

I am not accountable
to you for my actions.

I shall not return the book to you.

And if I did, you would not be
allowed to take it away with you.

Citizen Major!

You have, I hope, not forgotten
that over two years I requested the

Ministry of State Security to return some
Polish zlotys improperly confiscated

from me, although it was converted to
roubles at a twentieth of its value.

I got my money back and I
hope you have not forgotten

how I insisted on being given
five grammes of Grade One flour?

I was laughed at - but I got them! And
I could mention many other instances!

I warn you that I will not
let you keep that book!

If I'm sent to Kolyma I'll wrest
it from you before I die there!

I'll stuff the letterboxes
of the Central Committee

and the Council of Ministers
with complaints about you

So hand it over now and
save yourself trouble!

Very well, then,
you can have it back.

But we won't let you
take it away with you.

Freak!

Sending lads like
that off to the camps!

And what about Ruska Doronin?

What rotter's shopped him, eh?

It was you who
shopped him all right.

Me?
- Yes. You.

Are you mad?

Pals...

Serafima Vitalyevna!

After what happened last night it's
heartless of me to turn to you.

What shall I do? Burn them?

Or can you keep them for me?

Give them to me.

Thanks.

Good morning.

Gleb Vikentyevich, believe me,

I haven't been warned.

I didn't know anything.

And nothing can be amended today.

Adam Veniamonovich, forget it.

I understand everything.
I've chosen it myself.

Shall I give my notes on
articulation to Serafima Vitalyevna?

Yes, please.

Forgive me, Simochka.

Gleb, what's that?
- What's up?

You're being transferred and we all
seem to have turned into wooden dolls.

No one even argues.
- Do you?

Now what?
- Take this. This is for you.

Take it.

It is in a very good state.

They took my watch and locked
it up on the storage room.

It would keep going
until the wound runs out.

After that it would stop.

And no one would ever wind it up.

It would lie here waiting either
for the death of their master,

or a sweep of property confiscation.

I wonder what time it
will be when it stops.

Belief in immortality was born of
the greed of insatiable people.

The wise man will find our allotted

span long enough to make the
round of all attainable pleasures

Do pleasures really matter now?

I used to enjoy money,
fine clothes, esteem, women,

wine, travel.

And right now I'd exchange
them just for one thing

In the world - justice.

I want to live long enough

to hear the whining blabber
of this gang in the courtroom.

All those who have ever known me will
loyally expunge me from their memories.

And no-one on this
Earth would ever know

as Innokenti Volodin

tried to save civilization!

I want to live to the day when I
know what all this ended up with.

Retain permanently

Gleb!
- What?

Take this.

Why?

Thanks.

I don't smoke?

Thanks.

You haven't got a shaving brush.

and love vowed never to
shave till I get my pardon

So take this one!
- Thanks, old man.

You've forgotten how
things are in the camps.

What makes you think they'll let
me shave myself where I'm going?

Will you help me take the books back?

Hold it.

How is your protege?
- Diplomat?

Is he a diplomat? -Yeah, one of
the Foreign Ministry staffers.

I've heard the two main ones
were arrested last night

They're both suspects.
History demands victims

How do you know you've got the right
one? -I think we've caught him.

They've promised to send us the
interrogators' tapes. We'll compare them.

Well, go ahead.

Listen.

What does the Soviet Union want
with the atomic bomb anyway?

I think this diplomatic guy had
made quite a sound decision.

A Moscow airhead, a no-good
trouble-maker, take my word for it.

Now you may occupy my confine.
The table is yours.

And what about the key?

Here it is.
- Thanks.

That's it then, Andreich.

The deceased was in good
spirits and wore a smile.

We shall all end up there.

I don't believe that
we shall ever meet

walking freely down a city street.
Do you?

I have closed my
eyes to phantom joys.

But distant hopes trouble
my heart at times.

Andrei! Where are the filters?
You're holding up the work.

Tell them you're willing to stay here,
and maybe I can get you kept on.

In a group we've set up here. But
you'll have to put your back into it.

Thanks. I've already
had such an opportunity.

Should I ever have time
for self-improvement?

The sea may not drown
you but a puddle may'.

Listen, you two! You must make it up!

Mitya!
- Why are you addressing me?

Lyova!
-Do you know why horses live so long?

No, I don't. -Because they never
try to explain their feelings

I see. I need your help with that.

Come here, you both.

My lads!

I'll miss you so much out there.

Gleba, are you here?
- Yes, I am, Danilych.

Come on in.

Hello. Be seated.

Have a look at that.

What do I need it for?

I'll find the right verse for you.

Gleb, remember the greatest
wisdom of the GULAG.

The soul aches for production, but
legs keep walking to the medical unit.

It won't be my first stretch. I can handle
it. I'll try to find a good job out there.

More people get drowned in puddles than in
high seas - remember that bit of wisdom?

Here it is. A letter from my Mom.

Have you gotten your letter?
- Yes.

Give it to me.
- You won't have time.

Come on!

My dear father!

I can neither write to
you nor live on anymore.

Nerzhin! Has my kindness lead you
to believe you can do anything?

Everybody's packed up.
You're the last one left.

Forgive me.

Come on! Hurry!

Cheer up!

Come out one by one with your garb!?

Khorobrov!

Gerassimovich!

Sidorov!

Nerzhin!

Rev it up!

I'm due at Butyrki for investigation!
Who are these? Who's being moved?

Ruska, is that you, man?
- Yeah, who are these?

Who told on you, Ruska?
- Siromakha did!

Be quiet!
- What a rat!

Asshole!

How many of you are there?
- There are four of us.

Did they beat you, Ruska?
- Yeah.

You've done it great, Ruska!
You're an attaboy!

Keep your pecker up, Ruska.
See you in the camp. -Be quiet!

Shut up, bastard!

Guard dog!

It is all right.

I don't regret leaving the place.
What life do you have in sharashka?

You can't walk along a corridor
without bumping into some Siromakha.

One in every five there is a snitch.

If you fart in the lavatory the
godfather hears about it right away.

We've had no Sundays for two years -
the bastards.

And a twelve-hour working day.

You trade your brains for
twenty grammes of butter.

They banned letters to and from home.

Just toil.

It's hell on earth!

No, pals.

That is not Hell!

Hell is where we're going.

We're going back to Hell.

The Special Prison is the highest,
the best,

the first circle of Hell.

It's practically Paradise.

When war breaks out,

they'll kill off the zeks in
Special Prisons with poisoned bread,

like the Hitlerites did,

Because they know too much.

Well, that's what I keep telling you. Bread
and water is better than cake and woe.

Yes, what awaited them was
the taiga and the tundra.

the Cold Pole at Oy-myakon,

the copper mines at Dzhezkazgan.

They could look forward
to nothing but the worst.

Yet in their hearts they were
at peace with themselves.

They were gripped by the
fearlessness of people

who have lost absolutely everything

such fearlessness is difficult to
attain, but once attained it endures.

In 1953 Gleb Nerzhin was
released from the labor camp.

In 1958 he finished his first novel.

In 1970 he received the
Nobel Prize in Literature.

In 1974 the Soviet authorities
expelled him from the USSR

and stripped him of the Soviet citizenship
for his outstanding book on the GULAG.

While abroad, he wrote an comprehensive
research of the Russian revolution.

In 1994 he triumphantly
returned to Russia.

His books have so far been published
into 30 languages all over the world.

Now his works became a part of
the Russian school curriculum.

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