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Can you tell me what sort of illness

the girl is cursed with,

that requires such solemn prayers

to deliver her soul?

Sit down, brother philosopher.

We're not there, yet.

- Stop!

- An inn! Stop!

Whoa, girl, whoa! We're there.

Let's go in, brother philosopher.

Spirid, don't forget to water

the horses.

Welcome, my friends. Please go

inside.

- Do you have vodka?

- Yes, step inside.

My friends, I propose a toast to

the health of the Rector.

Here's to the health of the Rector.

Drink, my good friends.

Oh, the Cossack drinks

on someone else's money...

Another round!

Another round!

Serve another round!

I'd like to know one thing. Just

what are you seminarians taught?

What the deacon says when he's

in church, or other things?

- What a great scholar.

- I want to be a seminarian too.

Do you think I'm not clever enough?

I can learn anything!

Oh good Lord! Lord have mercy

on us!

The Cossack drinks on someone

else's...

- I just want to know one thing...

-Will you leave me alone, you pest?

Don't ask him.

Only God knows everything.

I just want to know what's

written in those books.

-There could be other things in them.

- How can you talk that way?

- Let me go.

- Why not let him go?

Philosopher.

Don't be afraid, come here.

The master will never know.

- Don't just stand there. Come on.

- Let me go home, my good brothers.

Let me go home!

The young woman is dead.

The girl is dead.

Be quiet! The young woman is dead.

- The girl is dead?

- Dead? Already?

Quiet, Serko! The young woman

is dead!

Why don't we let Khoma go now?

- Of course we'll let him go.

- He can do as he wants.

Leave him alone...

The young woman is dead.

Come on, you silly pig!

Brother philosopher, you're wrong

to try to get out of here.

It's not the sort of place

you can escape from.

You'd better go to the master.

He is waiting for you.

Why not? I would love to meet him.

It is not so much the pain of

losing you, my dearest daughter,

in the flower of your youth,

that makes your loss more

than a father can bear,

as the torment I suffer

at not knowing what monster

was the cause of your death.

Who are you? What is your quality,

and where do you come from?

From seminary. My name is

Khoma Brutus.

- And who was your father?

- I don't know.

- Your mother, then?

- I never knew her, either.

Of course, I must have had one

like anyone else,

but who she was, or what she was

like, I never knew.

How did you make the acquaintance

of my daughter?

I never met your daughter, sir.

I know nothing of girls.

I swear I've never known one.

Why did she name you, then?

Only God knows why.

The rich people fancy things that

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