The Island Page #2
Where is he now?
Where else?
ln the boiler room
having tea with laymen.
With sugar!
- Shall l call him?
- No, l'll see him.
Did you tell him to quit his work
in the boiler room
and move to my cell?
- l did.
- And?
He asked me
if l know
why Cain killed Abel.
Why indeed?
Are you trying to hurt me?
Sorry. You can go.
l'll sort it out with him.
l mean well...
Go, my good man, go.
And forgive me.
O Mother of God,
forgive this sinner,
save and keep me.
Give me and my brethren
health and strength.
May this day be joyful
and free of sin.
Forgive me,
Mother of God.
Preserve my faith
and multiply my love for Thee.
With my whole heart
have l sought thee, O Lord.
O Lord, grant remission
of their sins
unto all who have fallen asleep
in faith and the hope
of resurrection...
Father!
Take this. All homemade.
Please pray for my late husband.
He was killed
Have a seat, sister.
Let's have tea.
Sit down.
Now tell me your story.
He keeps coming to me in my sleep.
- What does he say?
- Nothing.
He just groans.
He must be feeling bad up there.
- Did you love him?
- l still do.
We'd been together only six months.
Then he was recruited.
l've been widowed for 30 years now.
Very well.
Given such love,
it'll do no harm to ask.
l'll go see Father Anatoly.
He is not a saint but well-read.
He may give some useful advice.
Come over here.
While l'm talking to him -
l'll open the door -
you stand here and listen.
Just be quiet.
- What's his name?
- Mikhail.
Father Anatoly,
a widow here asks you to pray
for the repose of
What an idea!
A requiem for the living!
How come?
She says he laid down his life
in battle in '44.
He laid down nothing.
He was captured.
After Victory
he stayed in France.
He's ailing now.
Wants to see his first,
beloved wife before he dies.
What are you doing here? Go away.
Did you hear?
No requiem for the living, he says.
Your man is alive but ailing.
You gotta go to France.
before he dies
and close his eyes.
Don't stare at me, do it.
What are you saying, Father?
Me? To France?
Why not? People live in France too.
lmpossible.
lt's a capitalist country.
They won't let me out.
Have no fear.
they will.
But there's my household, my cow...
My pig needs to be slaughtered.
Sell it all, lock, stock and barrel.
- All?
- Lock, stock and barrel.
Sell it. You won't be sorry.
They'll give a lot of money
for your pig.
lt's a good pig.
lf l ate meat
l'd buy it.
l would.
You must be joking, Father.
Do you love your husband?
Then go and do
what was preordained.
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