All language subtitles for [English] Life of a Mistress - Episode 4 of 18 Russian Drama TV Series [DownSub.com]

SHUKA Film Company

Tatiana Babenkova

Artyom Krylov

Vladislav Abashin

in a film by Dmitry Cherkasov

MANUMISSION

Andrey...

Rushing into battle?
What's the matter, Dmitry?

Why are you keeping
that young lady as a serf?

- Who are you talking about?
- Don't pretend you don't know.

A serf can't be a "lady" by definition.

- What is she doing here?
- I bought her.

- This is 19th century. We beat Napoleon...
- And hanged the Decembrists.

Fine. If your conscience is silent,
what does your faith tell you?

I'm a heathen, Dmitry.

- Is Golovin staying until lunch?
- Longer. Give him a room.

A room? For that filthy slob?

Anna dear, since you're here...

Your brother-in-law is wondering if God
allows people to buy other people.

We only buy their labor.
Their souls belong to them.

Souls can't be bought or sold.
We are righteous before God.

Andrey...

- Johann Wolfgang von Goethe?
- Forgive me, Mistress.

- Why aren't you in the kitchen?
- The cook gave me an hour break.

So you decided to rest in the library.

I used to love Goethe's ballads.

Unfortunately, for several years now
he has been working on Faust.

What do you think about Faust?

- I think you see Goethe as a heathen, but...
- You're not supposed to think.

Your role is different.

- If you say so, Anna Nikolayevna.
- I forbid you from touching books.

Have you seen Ilya around here?

No, I haven't.

Go and prepare a guest room
for Sergey Savelich.

Golovin?

The Duke will stay with us for a while.

Sergey Savelich dishonored
his father's memory.

He auctioned off his family estate.

You impudent, unwhipped brat!

Punish me if you will,

but I refuse to give clean sheets
to someone with a dirty soul.

I need someone in here!

Servants?

Take her to Yefim. Tell him to put her
to work in the charcoal pit.

Let him beat her pride out of her.

Still, where is Ilya?

- Why is she being punished?
- Because she deserved it somehow.

The mistress wrote her orders.
Give them to the warden.

- Let your own coachman take her there.
- You too are Krechetsky's own serf now.

Take me there, Stepan.

Polina Petrovna... Come on, go!

You usually only come here
for Sunday service.

Today it's because of Vera.

I'm glad to hear that.

She can't make up her mind
and light the candle already.

Haste is harmful for the soul.

I suggest you wait outside,
Elisaveta Alexandrovna.

Give me your blessing, Father.

Your soul isn't at peace.

I can't choose a saint to pray to.
None are patrons of freedom.

When we pray for prisoners, we ask
Simeon the God-receiver to help them.

There's no icon of him here.

Where should I light the candle
for Polina to get her manumission?

I asked all the saints for her already.

Perhaps we should pray not for her
but for the Krechetskys.

For them to be merciful.

Move it!

You must've really angered the mistress.

Your neck is as thin as a chicken's.
This work will kill you.

Why make so much charcoal in summer?
Houses don't need heating now.

Inquisitive, are you?

People in Yamburg buy it for their
coal irons and kettles.

The master sells a lot to factories, too.

This is a form of penal servitude.
They don't let you live or die in peace.

Get up.

Master?

- Master...
- What happened?

Nothing happened, Master.
Did you enjoy your lunch?

You scared me, you dimwit.

Master...

Calling me "Master", being all polite....
Not like when my uncle was alive.

Ah, well, yes... Would you like
to have a bath maybe?

I had a wash three days ago.

Should I hang a hammock for you
in the garden?

Wait.

- Yes, and vodka.
- Sure.

"Master".

Ask Saint Andrew for love
and happiness.

Ask Saints Peter and Fevronia
for marriage.

Ask Saint Nicholas for a
fateful encounter.

Oh, I think Saint Nicholas
heard my prayers.

Timofey, stop here.

- Good afternoon, Elisaveta Alexandrovna.
- Leaving us already, Matvey Nikolayevich?

My duty calls.

- Father gets bored here quickly.
- What about you, Nikita Matveevich?

How can I get bored in such a
pleasant company?

Oh...

It got dusty.

Such a girl...

- Tell me quickly.
- About what?

Did your father forbid you
to marry Polina?

- Marrying her is impossible now.
- Meaning, it was your own decision?

Vera, you know...
Polina is not a noble, and...

I don't want to see you ever again.

- Safe journey, Matvey Nikolayevich.
- You too, Elisaveta Alexandrovna.

Ah the filthy slob, God forgive me.

Yes?

Master...

Did you find it?

- I did.
- So quickly?

I'm almost disappointed.

- What's written here? Read it.
- I can't read.

This is a card game outline.
I asked for a document with a seal on it!

Don't be angry, Master!
This is all I found.

Was this the first paper you saw?

No, I searched everywhere,
even among his underwear...

What a gambler he is.

He takes unnecessary risks,
and loses because he's stupid.

I won't punish you, because
you did what you were told.

But if you tell anyone I'll have
your tongue cut off. Now go.

And put that disgraceful note
back where you found it.

If the mistress sent you here
you only get to drink at night.

I bet she sent you here straight
from under the master.

Here.

Drink.

I'll trade you a drink of water
for something hotter.

I'll find you tonight, doll.

Refill it, will you?

No other woman here is made
to carry bags. Why you, Nastassia?

I tore up some lace.

That won't help.

Your house has already been moved
to Golovinka - to a dry, sunny plot.

What's the yard like?

Very nice. Your house will be
ready by tomorrow.

That's good.

Yefim Sofronich, wait!

Those bags are too heavy
for Nastassia.

What do you care?

You should care, because you will
lose a worker if you overstrain her.

Our masters decide who should
be doing what.

I see you want to help her. Go ahead.
Prokhor, put this good Samaritan to work.

Will do. Come on, let's get you
helping her.

"...My destiny is death. My lyre falls
silent, my sword grows heavy, and..."

- Did you fight in the Patriotic War?
- You're funny. In 1812 I was a toddler.

Is Goethe a heathen?

Why do you ask, Ilya?

Mother thinks so... No, Polina thinks
that Mother thinks so.

Polina?

I think she was right about Mother.

That's why Mother got angry and...
decided to punish her.

Punish? How?

- By lashing?
- No, Uncle.

I'm sorry, Ilya. I'm asking because
your mother can be very harsh.

She sent her to the charcoal pit.

What?

I'm also scared... because...
They could shave her head.

What are you doing here?

Everything around you is so big
and black - and look at you.

I see you're ready. I don't have
to wait till nightfall.

No, you're too weak. A skinny
weakling. Not my kind of woman.

Hey, what's going on here?

Why are you not working?
Want to have your head shaved?

Get away from her, Prokhor!

Wait!

Come here, you.

Little helpless creature...

Darling?

Darling...

I fell asleep waiting for you.

A new hairdo.

- But what do I need it for?
- To be even more beautiful.

Although that's a silly thing to say.
It's impossible to be more beautiful.

It's possible.

Not that I've seen.

I sat by the window... all day... alone,

looking at ladies walking by
with sun umbrellas.

I was looking down at those
umbrellas - white, pink, yellow...

- Do you want a sun umbrella?
- What does that have to do with it?

I want to be a lady. And I want
an umbrella.

I want people to look at me
and think, "She's a lady."

Sweetheart, I don't understand.
What's wrong?

I'm a whore. That's what's wrong.

- Who said that to you?
- Nobody. But everybody thinks so.

The downstairs neighbor thinks so,
our landlady thinks so,

Even the hairdresser, who is
a nobody herself, thinks so!

Please calm down.

I'm an unmarried woman
living with a man. A sinner!

Sweetheart, we've only just
moved here, only days ago.

- We'll get married.
- Today.

Today? But it's already evening.

Another night, another sin.

Mother always used to drink tea
from a saucer.

That's one Russian tradition
I will never tolerate.

Pour the tea, Ilya.

Are you a noble or a commoner?

Pour it.

Wash it down with tea.

The boy is hopeless.

Hey, let me pose you a riddle.

"I grew up on a fir tree..."
You don't know?

"I grew up on a fir tree,
the wind blew on me..."

You don't know?

Oh... Children these days...

"I fell on a tree stump and
became spiny and plump..."

Run along then.

Finally, Sergey Savelich. We didn't
want to disturb your sleep.

Your son is a very active boy.

- Join me at the table.
- Thank you.

- Welcome.
- Thank you.

Have a seat, Sergey Savelich.

I enjoy your hospitality, but I don't
want to overstay my welcome.

Let's seal the deal and I'll be off
tomorrow morning.

Sergey Savelich, give me time
until the end of the month.

I need to make some income.

Trying to trick me, Andrey Vasilievich?

If I go down I'll take you with me.

You shouldn't threaten me.

The hunting season opens in two days.

I've never killed a living thing.

But you're a duke. Hunting befits you.
And, Sergey Savelich, it's a special event.

There will be guests, and a picnic.

I'm inviting you. And, after the hunt,
we'll seal our deal.

Well, I'd never shun high society.

My kind, you know.

Oh, how clumsy of me.

Don't worry aboyt it, Sergey Savelich.

Cut us some more sugar, Palashka,
and tell Polina to come and clean up.

But... Polina is at the charcoal pit.

What?

The Mistress sent her there.

Alright, send somebody else here.

Don't tell anyone about the water.

They hit you too...

Why were you sent here?

The mistress got angry at me.

She got angry at me too.

Master doesn't even know I'm here.
He stopped seeing me.

He got bored with me.

Master?

It was Anna Nikolayevna's ruling.
She caught us fornicating during Lent.

This is the punishment for that sin.

I'm scared to live, and I'm afraid to die.

Andrey Vasilievich, what would you
say to a quick game of shtoss?

Excuse me...

Shtoss?

Shtoss, yes. A game of shtoss.
You can deal the cards yourself.

My dear friend, I cannot possible decline.

Oh, we were just... I mean, I was just...

A quick game maybe?

You're the guest. Enjoy yourself.

Oh, a seven.

- I see your door is open.
- Yes, it is.

What a guest we have.
Makes the air in the house stuffy.

I want to go outside.

That's a good idea, Anna dear.

This is Duchess Katerina Nikitskaya.
Suitable for marriage.

Suitable for marriage?

But her father, Duke Nikitsky,
is a bankrupt.

So what, Anna dear? He is
the Emperor's relative.

Do you think she'd agree
to become a countess?

Countess Krechetsky, my dear.
The name speaks for itself.

As if I don't know that. I bear
that name like my baptismal cross.

- Do you think Dmitry would fancy her?
- Anyone would fancy her.

How do we introduce them
to each other?

Anna, I've merged the two estates.

Ours is the largest estate
in the county now. It's a commitment.

We ought to invite guests.
Yes, guests.

Social gatherings are shallow.

You know what? Let's go for a walk.

You're all pale, so afraid of a
chance entertainment.

Golovin used to organise
the best hunts.

His forests are now ours - and our
neighbors, near and far, should see that.

We've never had many guests
at once. How will we organize it?

Golovin had people organize
his every move.

Anna, you do know how busy
I am, barely managing everything.

So, my darling, you will have to
take on organizing the hunt.

But who will help me?
Monsieur Pierre?

That snoop?

Only if you are tolerant of his
ungodly ways and habits.

I heard he is quite an inventive sinner.

If so he should be banned from here.

Anna, do we maybe have someone
who knows all about social etiquette?

Serfs are illiterate commoners.

What about those who grew up
around nobles?

Polina?

She even speaks German...

You're right.

She should start immediately.
We have very little time, Anna.

Where is she now? In the kitchen?

She is...

I sent her to the village to get...
some things done.

I'll send for her now.

You have a walk, alright?

Help us here, would you?

Why are you here?

I'm looking for Polina Petrovna.
Have you seen her?

Ask that man.

Move it or you'll get the whip!
That way, you idiot...

- Where's the warden?
- At home for lunch.

- Where's Polina Petrovna Lebedeva?
- Who are you?

Polina!

Polina!

Dmitry Vasilievich...

I came for you.

Get up. We're leaving.

- No, I need to help someone first.
- Help whom?

Nastassia.

She's here somewhere.

What are you standing here for, huh?

Waiting for a protector too?
Someone to lay under?

That's all you're good for.

Nastassia?

No!

Nastassia, no...

How dare they do that to you?

I can't wash the tears off my face.

Why did they do that to Nastassia?
Because your brother fancied her?

Polina Petrovna!

Polina Petrovna, I went to the
Krechinka pit to find you.

They told me someone took
you away. Thank God.

The mistress forgave you.

Mistress, they brought Polina back.

- Alive?
- Alive.

Thank God for that.

Now go.

It's raining. Can't see Polinaria now.

There's no such star, Dmitry Vasilievich.

There is.

Good night, Dmitry Vasilievich.
And thank you.

I'll walk you.

Nobles shouldn't be seen
in the back of the house.

Polina, Master is summoning you.

- Where?
- Over there.

Why so late, Fedul? It's nighttime.

Masters do what they want
when they want it.

- Fedul, why not tomorrow morning?
- No, the master said now.

Unharmed?

Unharmed.

I hope none of my serfs hurt you?

Your serfs - no.

I won't hurt you either.

So this is how you bring
serf maidens to ruin.

Because of you, Nastassia
killed herself.

But I won't do what she did.

I'm glad you won't.

Andrey Vasilievich, what are
you doing?!

Don't you know how to behave
in your master's bed?

I will never believe you're
still a virgin.

Andrey Vasilievich, no!

Get off me!

Wait!

Why are you here? Whore!

- I should've kept you in the charcoal pit.
- I'm not guilty of anything.

- Polina Petrovna?
- Dmitry Vasilievich...

What happened? I heard a noise.

I...

- I dropped a pot in the kitchen.
- At this time of night?

I thought, since my dress is dirty,
I might as well clean the stove.

- You're in tears.
- It's from the smoke.

You're right, it's late. I should go
otherwise I'll wake people up.

- Good night.
- Wait.

Come with me.

Come, come.

You had a very tough day and
you need rest. Give me your hand.

This is the key to my room.
Lock yourself in and get a good sleep.

I'll sleep in the hayloft, just like
in my army days.

Good night.

Let's go.

Here, quench your thirst.

Not so fast, the kvass is cold.

Tired?

- I'm sorry, Father. I came unannounced.
- Good morning.

Well, since you're here,
have breakfast with us.

Yes, please join us at the table.

I won't intrude on your meal.
I only need your advise.