All language subtitles for [English] Life of a Mistress - Episode 9 of 18 Russian Drama TV Show [DownSub.com]

SHUKA FILM COMPANY

TATIANA BABENKOVA

ARTYOM KRYLOV

VLADISLAV ABASHIN

IN A FILM BY DMITRY CHERKASOV

MANUMISSION

I don't want that.

Come on, Tanya.

The mistress upstairs hears
and must be happy.

I have never been treated like this!
Polina never...

Mother of God, save me.

I should have been silent.
Hide and keep silent.

No way. I love you like this -
like a strong wind.

Whatever! I didn't let them stay.
That'll show them...

It’s difficult for us to be in a city.
Maybe we should go to Volga?

To Samara. It's warmer there.

I won’t be a provincial girl!
That skinny one should go to Samara.

She just envies you.

She had a patch on her elbow.
And she was a guest! Shame.

But she can read.

But the mistress is
in charge of warehouses.

I remembered it clearly,
when signed the paper.

I’ll wipe all their eyes! Everybody!
And our mistress's too!

Of course, you will.

Borya, how will you teach me to read
if you’re at work the whole day?

- Cooled down?
- Yes.

Did your Stepan escape?
Or is he hiding here?

I don’t know.

Girls collected berries.
I mashed them and made a fruit-drink.

It's easy to catch a cold now.

If someone has a running nose
after swimming or something else...

Higher!

And me?

Let's fly!

Let it be loud in my head!

- Stronger!
- It's scary! The wind is in my ears.

- I'm ready!
- Who's running in the park?

- A child is running in the park.
- Say it in the plural!

- Children are running in the park.
- That's right.

Should we go to giant strides?
Haven't you ever tried? Let's go!

Even if you fall down, it'll be funny!

I'm not afraid to fall,
but there are people there already.

They won't disturb us,
rather it'll be more fun!

Who likes to read in the library?

Mademoiselle Polina and I
like to read in the library.

Well, good.

- Fedula, more!
- More!

Careful!

Fedula, didn't you get hurt?

You look like a puck.

Milord sat in the bowed chair,
the mirror was hanging across him.

He didn't want to look at his image,
he wasn't young.

But it didn't worry Sophie.

She carefully took off his boots
and put them aside.

Milord put his hand
on her high proud forehead.

It seemed like nothing had happened,

but in reality their hearts
started to beat faster.

His hand slid to her neck.

Their looks merged into
one river of desire.

The love of an older man
who experienced life,

the pain of loss
and disappointment.

He knew life's worth like nobody.
She was in need of this love.

This deep and mature
feeling and understanding.

The milord's hand was going
lower and lower. There was a knock.

- Polina, who knocked?
- The post came.

- What happened then?
- It's too late. Later.

Can't sleep, too?

Excuse me, I found a letter.

- I wanted to put it on your table.
- A letter?

Do you know what's in it?

How could I?
It's someone else's letter.

Well, where and when did you get it?

In the morning, in the park.
I only just remembered to give it.

In the morning...

Don't you think that
Dmitry Vasilievich was gloomy today?

And even unhappy. I thought
asking him directly was too unethical.

- Unhappy. Unhappy is good.
- My appearance grieves him.

I promise his sadness
isn't connected with you.

In fact, I hope that you
can dispel his sadness.

- Ilyusha, Ilyusha.
- Polina?

Let's go with us.

More!

Uncle, catch!

More!

Polina, there are a lot of stars!

Do you see the brightest star?

It's Vega! You showed me
last time you were here. I remember.

But it's not Vega anymore.
It's Polinaria.

- Oh, Efim!
- Did you call me, Master?

Did you see our house serf,
Polina Lebedeva?

I did.

- Do you like her?
- She seems to be a good girl.

- Well, marry her!
- Yes, sir.

It's too late. Go, Efim.

- Well, it...
- Go, go. We'll talk later.

May I come in, Mistress?

Look, Efim, how she lives.

- Efim Safronovich?
- It's my sister, Praskovia Safronovna.

Sit down. I'd offer you a cup of tea,
but it's not allowed in the rooms.

Only in the kitchen.

Wherever you look,
nothing is right.

Matchmakers weren't here.
But there is already a bride-show.

Thank God you are
in a new dress at least.

I work as a governess in it.

- You said matchmakers?
- And it's not clear about the dower.

Villagers have never married
house serfs!

Stop it, Praskovia!

Polina, have you seen my house?
It's wealth.

Master promised the dower.

- I'm not just anybody.
- Did the master promise?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Why did she escape?

She can't even accept it.

You're so mean! She's just afraid.

She isn't like others.
She is special.

Special? Maybe the master
gives her from under himself?

The tea is in the kitchen.
You heard that?

Why, Andrey Vasilievich?

- He's a good match for you.
- But I don't want to marry.

But you sang about the marriage.

I sang that intimacy
is peccant without marriage.

- Well, it's allowed in marriage.
- Andrey Vasilievich, have mercy.

Efim Sovronovich is useful for you,
but it's not the reason to love.

Do you want to marry for love?

Dear Polina Petrovna,
it's a luxury even for the upstairs,

but serfs can't decide
for themselves.

Are you taking away
my last vestiges of freedom?

Do you think I don't feel
sorry for you? I do.

That's why I give you a chance.
What is better?

Do you want to become
a peasant woman?

You'll get beaten. You'll bear children
every year. Will you manage it?

Or do you want to go back
to your native lands? To love me?

- Are you starting this again?
- I give you a chance. Decide now.

You're a monster.

Then marry him.
I won't even use the master's right.

What right?

You're so silly!
I'll take mine after. Go.

- Andrey Vasilievich.
- Go!

Why is a silver teaspoon
not included in the expenses?

Will you make things up again?

Anna Nikolaevna, save me.
I'm begging you!

Why are you crying?

I'll look for the teaspoon.

Andrey Vasilievich wants
to marry me off. Please let me stay.

Marry you off? It's good!

Not for love.
Then I'd rather be alone forever.

Please, talk to the master.

Alone? Why?

Well, I'll talk. And you'll continue
to give Ilyusha lessons.

Have mercy!

Aren't we merciful?
You're fed and clothed.

You have an easy job. Even can marry.

Give me hard work then.

Go! Don't refuse God's gifts.

Forget the teaspoon.
What did I stop on?

You, house serfs, are used
to living on master's fortune.

Don't eat then.

She cooked it.

I wondered what these clumps were.

But it's the third time
the mistress asked to cook it.

Don't be angry with me.
I didn't think it would be that way.

- Do you need it?
- Why not?

- I don't have a woman in my house.
- But I can do nothing!

Just think, how many girls dream...

I want you.

- What if I don't want it?
- It doesn't matter, the master decided.

I thought you're
a strong person, but you...

- How are you, Praskovia Sofronovna?
- I marry my brother off.

To whom?

To the Count's harlot.
I can't bear seeing her.

You've got a nasty mouth.

You're meeting the warden's sister
the wrong way. Wrong!

- You liked our candies. Take it.
- Thank you. We were happy to be here.

- Father.
- Such a boisterous girl.

Katerina Georgievna, wait!

Let them say goodbye.
And for the road.

Andrey Vasilievich,
you're so hospitable!

And this is from me.

Mother.

I'll save it till I get home.

Go.

He doesn't have any patience.

You're like me, we are forced
to take part in this spectacle.

But just say a word,
and the engagement will be canceled.

Not only our fates depend on it.

It is our duty
to think about our relatives.

Polina, everybody is seeing off
Duchess Nikitskaya, but I came to you.

- Is Dmitry Vasilievich there too?
- Yes.

Ilyusha, ask him to come to me
as soon as possible.

- Will you do it for me?
- Right now! Don't worry!

Your words have a high meaning.
But don't you treasure your freedom?

- Why do want to marry without love?
- Who told you there is no love?

Uncle! Polina calls you!
Something has happened!

I have to go. Have a safe journey.

Your governess poorly
teaches you manners.

Dmitry Vasilievich, put me under
the youngest gentleman's care.

Ilya Andreevich, you are forgiven.

Polina Petrovna, it's Dmitry!

Now there nothing left but to escape.

Are you walking here? Well, help me.

- Where can I find students?
- Students? Go that way.

Thank you.

Ladies, give way!

For translation?
We agreed on the evening.

No. But if you're Anton Karpin,
then you're the one I need.

I'm Boris Nazemny, a scrivener.
Did you give this advertisement?

I need you to teach one young lady
how to read and to count.

- If the price suites you.
- Yes.

Anton, come on.
Are you going to stop translating?

You will die without French.

What is her current knowledge?

Tatiana Fedorovna has just received
the opportunity to study.

Please understand.

Why do you need it?
Let me teach her, be a good buddy.

I have great experience.

Well, I still need to rewrite
the professor's work. For academy.

Gleb Veretennikov, I study
History and Philology. When can I start?

It's the right decision.
But it's dangerous to escape alone.

But with whom?
I won't take the wet nurse with me.

- Right. I'll go with you.
- I remember you offered. You're noble.

How can it be?
Andrey Vasilievich and you are brothers.

- Sorry, I'm saying too much.
- It's fine. I'm afraid of him, too.

Not him, but what is happening with him.

- But I'm a neif, you can't go with me.
- Why not? I decided to go.

We won't take stuff with us.
We'll buy something if needed.

Polina, I have just found out.
Are you going to marry?

No, but it's a secret.

- Elizaveta Alexandrovna!
- Mr. Dobromyslov, hello!

- Hello!
- Good afternoon!

- Mr. Mareev, do you paint portraits?
- Yes.

But you can't yet.
You need to learn still-life first.

It's not what I meant.

Do you paint portraits not
from the face, but from the words?

I earned money differently.
I painted criminals this way.

How interesting...

- Describe the face.
- Okay. How?

- The oval of the face.
- It's not oval, but like a strawberry.

The eyebrows are high, as if amazed.

A braid. No, there is
no braid. Paint a boy.

- Such a difference.
- A boy.

But lips are pouty, smiling and
not at the same time.

- Devious lips.
- Yes.

- Yes.
- Tell me about the vaudeville.

It was magnificent! People!
Laughter! It was marvelous!

- Similar. But nose is a bit...
- Ah...

- It's incredible!
- Here.

He... She...

Goodbye!

- Vera Semyonovna.
- Nikita Matveevich.

I was waiting for you.

I'm ready
to give you an answer.

- Are you going to work or what?
- Yes.

- I'll drink one more cup and go.
- It's the third one.

You're hiding something.
Did you get fired?

You're late.

Sorry, the coachman didn't want
to drive on credit.

Welcome.

Tanya, it's Gleb Veretennikov,
your teacher.

Borya, I'm so happy!

Glagol. Dobro. Est.

Zhivite. Ocheno.

What ocheno? Zelo.

It's the same! Ocheno and zelo.

"Ocheno" is not right.
You need to say "very".

- Everything is very complicated.
- Now you said it right. Perfect.

From the top go down.
That's right. Very good!

Some people take a week to learn it
but you did it on your second try.

Zelo.

It's the hardest work I've ever done.
Fingers are like stones.

Your fingers did well.
But it's time to rest.

Tomorrow we'll continue.

So soon!

Unfortunately,
students can't live without work.

Translations, articles...
I work all night.

Let me offer you something?

I'm embarrassed. Only a cup of tea.
With no sugar.

Here he is, Petr Ivanovich Uksusov.

He came to amuse you.

Right, get that overseas monster!

Vera! Daughter!

On the mantelpiece
or in the bedroom?

- We don't have space for it.
- Yes. Right.

- But I want it.
- Mother, let's go.

Vera, I'm going to buy it.

How adorable! How adorable!

Here is Venice porcelain.

My dear, have you seen this person?

- No.
- I see.

Who is it?

It's easier to hide among people, right?

It's Tanya, Polina's servant.
Remember her?

Yes, she looks similar.

We want to find her,
but don't tell my mother.

- Is she a fugitive?
- What a shame! She's a friend.

- Elizaveta Alexandrovna will lose you.
- Let it be.

Grishka, take it away.

- What do you want?
- Excuse me, have you seen her?

Looks familiar or maybe not.

Give it up.

Even masters didn't look for her,
why should you?

His sister came! I remember!

Has a finger in every pie!

- No, wait! Did she really came?
- Yes! I tell the truth!

Look. Touch this fabric!
The lace is from Italy, Mistress.

- Did she have working hands?
- Yes.

- Was she alone or with someone?
- I didn't see.

It's good that she's alive
and went to the market.

Why did she look
like a mistress?

Must be Polina Petrovna's dress.
She's a fugitive and a thief!

Nikita Matveevich, look.
White suits Vera so much.

If the mistress is a bride,
there is a fancy sugar bowl.

With the inscription:
'Sweet life in aspiration'.

How adorable!

Thus, the decision on marriage
between serfs...it's hot today...

is permissible for the owner
and can't be canceled by law.

- Slavery in the 19th century!
- Well, even Suvorov married serfs off.

And there is nothing can be done.
I just wanted to make sure.

Why didn't you go to the Notary?
My field is investigation.

They interpret laws better than me.

Scrivener left a bad impression.
He is dishonest.

These are the times.

Everything is about greed,
but nothing is about soul.

Sadly.

Do you know girls in brothels
are kept against their will.

They take their passports
and keep there.

No way! I'll investigate it! I'll send
experienced people with an inspection.

Thank you.

From St. Petersburg.

I see, that you're not happy, Efim.

I'm not used to evaluating
your orders, Master.

What a girl! She flustered even you.

Who else?

Sit and we'll talk
about the dower paper. Sit!

You'll take the dower
and accept the liabilities.

The husband accepts liabilities anyway.

You won't beat her.

Simple men beat their wives,
but we're higher than them.

And you'll let her go, if I say.

- How can it be possible, Master?
- Efim!

I know you! You'll kill in order to
not let her go. I don't need it.

- My wife died in childbirth!
- I know!

You thought it was not your child.
You were rough on her.

You're too jealous!

Who did you hear that from?

There are loyal people, except you.

- Enviers blether .
- Come on, Efim. It was long ago.

- But I intrust you the important work.
- Your work is dirty!

I have chosen the wrong bridegroom.
Go! I'll find another one.

Master, I'm sorry.
I'll do everything.

I'll let her go, if you say.
Write the dower paper.

There is no need in the dower paper.
I see you'll do it.

- Master.
- Go.

Master.

- It seems like he doesn't like our idea.
- But it's quieter.

Through Yamburg to St. Petersburg.

Then from the capital
we'll go to Staraya Ladoga.

We'll hide in the monastery, then
go to Petrozavodsk and to Pomorye.

- It's such a long way!
- It's worth it, Polina Petrovna.

The North. There is no agriculture
and no serfdom.

You should know. I'm really thankful,
no matter how this will end.

It's going to be a long journey,
we need to hurry.

- How was it?
- Everything is in rush.

- The wet nurse seems like a witch.
- Sister, you're a witch.

Everything was as it should be before.

Then I have a different fate,
not as it should be.

Look, this suits you.

- Tomka sewed it. No.
- I don't need it.

It doesn't matter which shirt
Polina will take measurements from,

she won't sew it well anyway.

This Golovins' village... Pshaw!

Oh My God, help me.

Good health to you. Hold on.

- Beautiful horses!
- Hello.

Do you have two rooms?
We rode all night.

- Yes. There're two rooms.
- You have good horses.

Don't water them too much,
we ride soon.

Why soon?

Come in first.
Then you wouldn't want to go.

Upstairs from St. Petersburg
have just gone. They stayed here.

But not in Yamburg. There is no
ostlerie like this there.

Come in.

It's the best room. And there is
no bugs in the house.

- Thank you.
- Your room is downstairs.

- When should I serve breakfast?
- In an hour.

- Oh My God.
- And order to get horses ready.

I'm sorry, Polina, there is
so little time for rest. Let's go.

- Downstairs and then right.
- Okay.

Wait!

I look at you, noble people.

Your life will end before
you do something.

Take breakfast to your room?

Yes, thank you.

Well, what an infantility!
Dmitry Vasilievich.

I was worried by your last visit.

It appeared it was for a reason.
I came to the count.

Here we are,
while the trail is still hot .

- We should've gone further.
- We would still catch you.

Don't blame yourself,
Dmitry Vasilievich.

The neif is delicate.

Andrey, why all this?
It's family business.

It's not. The search of fugitives
is the state's business.

Giving people freedom
is the state's business.

Did you inhale rebellion in Warsaw
and exhale here?

Come on, gentlemen. It's not
a political club. And I want to sleep.

The neif is under your court.
But we take your brother.

Hands!

- It's count Krechetsky!
- I'm sorry.

- What is the arrest for?
- For aiding a neif's escape.

My dear, you let young master down.

- You'll come with me.
- What is he facing?

Hard labor, if Andrey Vasilievich
doesn't show mercy. Jail for now.

How can you?

- Miss forgot her stuff.
- Take it.

Go!

Where do they go? It's the way we live.

It's too high to God and too far to tsar.