The Priest Page #3

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Or you have other solutions?

Unfortunately, no.

Bless, vldica.

Yes, within the land of Pskov

there is not one temple functioning,

they all have been tainted.

Wearing away, empty.

And it is meet to transform this desert

in a godly manner.

You, Father Gheorghii,

and you, father Kiril...

We will have to do our best.

Where we would gather so many priests?

We will search everywhere.'

All over Pribaltika.

Vladica, forgive me.

Father Alexander from Tihonie

is looking for you.

Call him.

There is our first priest for our mission.

It's the best example for a Russian priest.

He holds short sermons, but

they touch you straight to the heart.

I know him for a long time.

He had his share of trouble during the 20s.

Deportations, concentration camps.

Everything, generally.

May I?

Bless, vladica.

Have a seat father Alexander.

Have some tea.

Good day, fathers. Happy holidays.

As in war times, I am presenting myself

at your command.

We were just talking about you.

- About me?

You have nothing else to talk about?

We were guessing: whoever will enter first,

that one will be the first priest for

the Orthodox mission in Pskov.

What's with this mission?

The rebirth of Orthodoxy in Pskov.

With the help of the Germans?

It is not good.

Let us renovate the churches; surely, we must.

And people are kind of lonely without churches.

But with the Germans' help?

Even if sometimes I should know

my place and I should be quiet,

I will still ask you, however.

What is this, Fathers, dears...

Doesn't it mean betraying our country?

The Soviets have no God - they

are not our country.

This is so, but think for yourselves.

I was baptized in the honor of Aleksandr Nevski,

I honor him as a protector.

And he defeated the Germans.

We are Russians.

The good shepherd will even offer his own

soul, for the good of the sheep.

Our people will suffer a lot under the Germans.

Could we - then - deprive the people

of God's caressing?

If it is so...

I am ready.

And where will you "dislocate" me?

You say you were named in the

honor of Aleksandr Nevski?

Then leave for the village Zakati.

The church from that village

carries the dedication of your protector.

As you wish to

bless me, Vladica.

Russia is so strange.

What a monstrous combination between

life's sorrow and nature's beauty.

Look, this sky, this river,

this beautiful forest, the birds' song.

And then this decrepit construction,

- L'Arc de Triumphe.

Yes, Paris, Paris.

Aim higher. Rome, Babylon.

Yeah, right. Let's leave.

Be careful.

What beautiful weather.

Hard to believe that there is a war on.

People are killing each other.

You don't believe? Your Lioska is killing.

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