All language subtitles for [English] Life of a Mistress - Episode 3 of 18 Russian Drama Series [DownSub.com]

SHUKA Film Company Tatiana Babenkova Artyom Krylov Vladislav Abashin in a film by Dmitry Cherkasov MANUMISSION The Duke sure was sentimental. Will you keep images of the Emperor in here, Master? The former Emperor. Alexander I favored Duke Golovin. My father couldn't stand him. Take down the painting. Take them all down. Avdotia Pashina. I'm a house maid. You look too healthy. - You'll be doing laundry. - Take pity, Mistress. If you're lazy I'll send you to work the fields. I apologize. Stepan, horsekeeper. Andrey Vasilievich has ordered him to stay in the stables. I don't like horses. They're given too much attention, but to me they're useless toys. - That bedroom will be mine. - Yes, Master. Offer this one to Anna. Take out the old furniture. As you wish. Hey, Ilya. Can this be my room? I see you chose the best room. I will care for the birdie. By asking for something you give people a chance to say 'no'. Demand it. Well? Father dear... Should I make Ilya Andreyevich's bed here then? Cheer up, Young Master. He agreed. I'll bring some millet for your little eagle. Tatiana Kuznetsova. Which one is Kuznetsova? The thing is... she... This census is old. Tatiana is no more. She drowned. Pity. She was still young. Put her on the 'dead souls' list. Should I take this away too? That's Alexander Suvorov... - And... this one? - Leave it. Master... You haven't changed a bit. Here? Evdokia Sidorina. That's me. - Age? - What? Why is your age not written here? I don't know. I'm an orphan. The year I was born many people died, so they thought... - This says you can cook. - Yes, I can. I can even make some dishes from the French book we have. You'll work in the kitchen. Momma Evdokia... You heard the Mistress. Can I take Polina Lebedeva with me? Where did you get that dress? Did you steal it from your masters? Where did you get that dress? Is she mute? Duke Golovin raised me since I was a small child. And taught you to speak German? He valued the beauty and logic of your language. Is she of any use in the kitchen? Yes. She knows all the fancy tricks. I can't do without her help. Fine. Let it be so for now. Inspect her wardrobe, and the Duke's. Sell everything valuable to a pawnbroker. Will do, Mistress. I will be watching you, and then decide what to do with you. Keep in mind, you have to behave yourself very, very decently. Go put on a simple dress. I'll take good care of you. - The antlers are squint. - Help me then. Like that. No, a bit more. Polina, find something fancy. With noodles. I rolled the dough already. Let's see... Here. Meatball soup. If we fail she'll send us to work in the fields. I'll survive, but you're much too delicate, my little straw. - So, what if... - This here. Come on in, Ustinia. She is the Krechetsky family cook. You'll work under her command. What are you cooking today? Beef bourguignon with noodles and red wine reduction. I know the master's taste. I've been cooking for him for years. Ah, now I see why he's so mean. He has a skinny cook who keeps him and his family hungry. Doesn't matter who owns the house, women always quarrel in the kitchen. We're making beef with noodles. I heard you were Golovin's [ __ ]. It's not nice to slander somebody you don't even know. Are you satisfied? Here, cut the noodles, since you already rolled the dough. Let's move this aside... I thought you knew how to cook. Here, it's easier to cut that way. Intending to kill me? I apologize, Andrey Vasilievich. I got startled. Alright then. What did he come in here for? What a huge house. In winter, the mistress will close half the rooms off to save on firewood. That Polina girl's got manners. You'd think she's a noble and not one of us. She's not. She can't do anything. Did you see her hands? No, why? Good evening. Don't you have your own bedroom? Your bed is over there. Thank you. Come on, little rascals. They're so tiny. You can go to bed now. A batiste undershirt? What did you do to earn it? Did you undress often to get it? - Take it off. - Let go. Take it off! - Take it off! - You think you're better than us? Take it off, do it! Stop it! Stop it, girls! She's an orphan! - I'm an orphan too. -Nobody's ripping your undershirt. Fine. Go to sleep. What did you expect? They're set in their ways. You're different. They wanted to test you - that's all. But that's unfair. I didn't say as much as a bad word to them. Polina dear, life can make animals out of people. Find the right approach, and you might become friends. You have to adapt to your new life or you'll perish. You hear me? I'll take one. Take some for the girls. They'll be more kind to you. Bribe them with pies and sweets? No. If you find yourself without support, have faith and He will support you. If your life is hard, pray for a miracle and He will make miracles happen. Amen. How are you, child? Your sermon is difficult to take in. I don't believe in miracles. Pray. Polina... Good afternoon, Elisaveta Alexandrovna. Know your place. - Mother dear, but why? - Quiet, Vera. I'm sorry, I have nothing for you today. Kind Miss, did you lose your kindness? Not even a bread crumb for a beggar? - People are mean. Why didn't you tell me? - I didn't want to bother you. Mother didn't let me go to the wake. I wrote you a letter, but she burned it. - Vera dear, I don't know what to do. - Let's leave, and you tell me everything. I can't just leave, I'm not free. - So, Polina, you're one of us now, huh? - Do you like your new dress? Mother dear, why are they doing that? People are mean. She needs a miracle more than any of us. I'm listening, gentlemen. Again, I insist on buying out Golovin's foster daughter. Please spare the young lady. She is doing absolutely fine, Doctor. Do you think I'm some kind of a monster? You're not a monster, Andrey Vasilievich, so grant her freedom. We will take her under our patronage. - You, Father Mikhail, think I'm a heathen. - You don't go to church. But I do believe that, if providence, or even God Himself... ...had a mind to entrust me with this young woman's life, then so be it. What do you need her for? Her soul is pure. Don't soil it. Well, if her soul is pure, the moment I touch her... ...I'll go straight to hell. Right? Duke Golovin was right to avoid you. - Look, Boris dear! - I see it, my dear Tatiana. My new colleagues helped me choose this place. You'll see what it's like. I like it already. It's so different here. The high society... A new life, right? - Let's go. - Let's. - Good day. - Hello, Afanasy Pavlovich. You'll be using the main entrance, not like students and small-time clerks. This way, please. Here's your room. This bed is a trophy my grandfather brought from Prussia. It's very soft. The windows look out onto the street. The milkman arrives every morning. One of my tenants, a general's widow, always buys milk from him. - This is beautiful. - Yes. It belonged to my late husband. What's the rent for this room? Only 530 rubles a year. The regular price is 550, but you're very pleasant. - Ladies here look so fancy! - Can I see your passports? Here's my passport, and here's Tatiana Fyodorovna's. It looks new. A replacement for the lost one. The room is so big and spacious, just like in Alexey Petrovich's house! We could have a ball here! We're not in a village anymore. This is St. Petersburg, the capital! Forward! Good girl! A familiar place... - Go on, faster! - Stop here. We still need to find the fording point, sir. There's time. I want to take a walk by the river. - Give it back! - No way! Please! Give it back! Give me back my doll! - Give it back now! - No. Give it back! That was my favorite doll! I can't get it out, the water is too deep and fast. Run after your friend. Good sir, why did you do that? The water must be cold. - I'll change into dry clothes. - Alright then. Looks like I lost the key to the chest in the river. I travel to all sorts of places for work, so I always have clean clothes with me. Put it on, sir, if you're not squeamish. And the waistband. - Well sir, now you look like a peasant. - Better than a seamstress. That's true. Well, let's go, girl! Come forward! Polina, what are you doing here? It's Trinity Sunday, everyone is celebrating. They're singing songs. That's right. Go join the girls. Look forward, not to the past, and your sorrows won't last. Go sing with them. And dance. Go on. Hold on tight. What a cute lad! - Let's dance. - Not so fast! Here, this is for you. - Come dance with me, dear. - I don't want to dance. Come, come, come. - The beauty ran off! - Come back! Now you must choose another! This is for you! - Where are you going? - Let him go, and dance with me! We held hands earlier. That's true. I'm so silly. You're looking the wrong way. Look at the Lyra constellation. Where is it? Over there. It looks like a big kite. Can you see it? The one with a bright star on its tail? That's the one. The star is called Vega. What's your name? Polina. I'm giving it a new name: Polina. Or Polinaria. How do you know the stars' names? My old man taught me. Is your father a stargazer? You could say so, yes. So you're a priest's son. Yeah. So there's the Lyra, and there's Polinaria. The most beautiful star of all. What's your name? Dmitry... or Mitya. So where's your star then, Dmitrius? Right next to Polinaria. Polina! Polina? My momma's calling me. Wait! - Let me walk you there. - No, Momma Evdokia will whip you. Do you think I'm easy? - Where would I find you? - Ask the stars! Thank you, Lord, for the miracle You showed me. I shouldn't have doubted You. Watch over Dmitry and shine Your light on him. Dmitry! Andrey, hello. Thank God you made it here safely... Brother, you were supposed to be in time for dinner! It was a long journey. Look at you! Come on in. We were so worried! - Are the pies ready? - Yes, over there. - Mashed gizzards? - This is goose liver. Pinch the dough. Goose liver? Pies are always made with chicken gizzards. This is anything but Russian food. You're correct here, Ustinia. "The gem of French cuisine, the magnificent Strasbourg pie." - Pushkin wrote that about this pie. - Why would he write poems about pies? Nastassia! Get Natalia here, quick. Master's brother arrived last night. I needed a beauty sleep. Wash your hands and chop the cabbage. Oh, I would love to sleep some more. - The mushrooms taste divine. - We had a great harvest of honey agarics. Uncle, what did you get your medal for? Your uncle heroically fought the Turks. Our son joined us at the table only because you're here, Dmitry. He always hides from us, and that's easy in this huge house. Your new house truly is spacious and very beautiful. Anna dear, guess where Dmitry was until late last night? Danced around the fire with our maids. Close your ears. It's time for you to get married, Dmitry. You're absolutely right, Anna dear. I came here to see my brother, not a matchmaker. This conversation isn't over yet. See who's arrived and tell me. Polina... You lout. This is my fault. - Don't bother helping me. - Why are you saying that? - This is my fault only. - Polina... Do you know each other? She speaks French, too? How lucky I am to find you so quickly. Dmitry, explain yourself. This is unbelievable... Who arrived? His Highness Duke Golovin. Who? What did you say, you old fool? That's how he introduced himself: "His Highness Duke Sergey Savelich Golovin." That's what you should've said! Show him to my study. For a second I thought the dead man has come for a visit. Forgive me for saying it, darling. What a clutz you are. - Go wipe the floor in the dining room. - Why? She broke the pitcher, not me. Hello, beauties. Good afternoon, Dmitry Vasilievich. Does the floor need wiping? Can I come in? Polina... What is it, Master? I can see you're hurt, but I didn't mean to offend you. It's fine, Master... She's never called anyone "Master" before in her life, that arrogant girl. I apologize. I'm so sorry... What's Polina's patronym? Petrovna. Hey, what's wrong with your Polina? She burst out running and bumped into half the people in the yard. Here, go throw these away. You're doing it right. Polina Petrovna... Again, I apologize. I'll go back to the kitchen now. Please listen. I didn't mean to trick you. I was happy to get back to Russia, to visit my brother, so I joined the celebration. Nobles and serfs celebrate separately, and wear different clothes. Yes, that was a masquerade. It wasn't intentional. Did you find me boring? Not at all. Let's be introduced properly now. Allow me to introduce myself: Cavalry captain of Her Majesty's Life-Guards Lancer Regiment, Count Dmitry Vasilievich Krechetsky. I don't even know how to introduce myself this time. - Introduce yourself in French. - In French? - I'm a princess... - Is that right? Continue. I forgot you're a liar. For you, people like me are just actors in your theater. Andrey Vasilievich... To what do I owe the honor? The honor is all mine, Andrey Vasilievich. Things have really changed here. That is impressive. What brings you here? Could you at least feign courtesy? Your reputation makes that superfluous. Also, I'll have you know, I don't lend money to anyone. If you're here to hassle me about it I will have to ask you to leave. You're standing there telling me I'm not welcome here - for no good reason. But I have something you will most certainly wish to buy, Andrey Vasilievich. What is it? The late Duke Golovin's written will. - Did she really say that? - She did, in front of an official. - Unbelievable. What a move! - I still have to be there tomorrow. - Again? - Of course. - Are you going? - Naturally. I can't wait for the gossip. Boris Grigorich, stop tidying your desk. It's your first day here, take it easy. Come join us here. Have a look at this. I thought that, in the capital, people placed greater value on morality. Boris Grigorich, you're a provincial man not yet used to the liberal ways. Well, it's two minutes to lunchtime. Why don't you buy us a drink? That would help us become friends. Can do. I was at a court hearing just now - so many swindlers these days! Oh, you're here. Have you settled in? I'm ready to start work. You'll be registering land sale and purchase agreements, handling inheritance and gratuitous transfer cases, dealing with serfs' paperwork - in rare cases, because we're in the city. Although we do have requests to register manumission certificates. I don't have any experience dealing with manumission certificates. You don't? To hell with them then. Most importantly, you're satisfied with your salary - that's good. How about that drink? Another time. I do apologize. Do you have preference for cigars made in Poltava or Odessa? Don't insult me, Sergey Savelich. This is Cuba. Being seen with a cigar like this makes it easier to borrow money. Don't smoke it on an empty stomach. So, back to the reason you're here. Please be more specific. My uncle lost his mind before he died, but luckily the law was on my side... And? And, it turns out that the estate... which you effectively bought at the auction, is bequeathed to a bonded serf named Polina Lebedeva. What? Yes. Uncle took me for a ride... at my own expense. Can I take a look at the document? After the purchase. - What if I don't buy it? - I have nothing to lose. Card debts again? Already? It sure takes talent. Disclosing the contents of the will would only make matters worse for you. - And certainly not better for you. - I didn't break any laws. But, dear Count, you'd lose this land, this mansion with its thirty rooms... Thirty-seven! Thirty-seven rooms... And the money you paid for it all. As for me, I'll just have another debt to my name, and it won't make matters worse for me than they already are. Having just spent a large sum I'm not prepared to spend more. I dare not rush you, but I can't afford to wait either. I can't go back to Yamburg with no money. You know what, Sergey Savelich? Stay and be our guest for now. Have lunch with us, and then a cigar. - I'd never say no to lunch. - After you. Beautiful. Everything's ready. Like so. Your skin will be white and soft, don't you worry, Madame. I'm not married yet. - That's what I told the landlady. - Did she ask about me? She should know better. Women of the demi-monde don't live in posh districts. What's demi-monde? You have such beautiful, full hair. A braid would suit you. - I'm not a serf to wear a braid. - Your hair is short anyway. - I'm sure your benefactor would like it. - He is my fiance. So you are engaged, Tatiana Fyodorovna? We live by God's laws. Forgive me, Lord. Bring peace to my soul and give me Your grace. If I'm not worthy of Your grace... at least give me peace.