Bitter Harvest Page #2

- And who are you?

- Free men!

After them!

Papa!

No one... no one can

ever take away your freedom!

Remember that.

God be with you, my son.

Have you seen the old man?

I hear he's still alive.

Don't lie to my, priest!

- It's a sin!

- We're all sinners.

Then you've been praying, comrade?

- Every day.

- And has your God produced the icon?

No, he has not.

Do you know why?

Because there is no God.

No evil, no sin, no hell.

It's all a delusion.

Hell is the inability to love!

This is the last of it.

Comrade, we'll start

building the cells in the morning.

Enough! That's enough grain.

We're moving out.

I love you! Show yourself

I want to see you!

Come out! I want to see you!

- Natalka! My Natalka!

- Don't!

NO, no... I love you!

Come with me... please!

Taras, you're drunk.

- Please! I love you!

- Stop it!

Taras! She's marrying Yuri!

Where are you going?

I'm going to see our friends

before they leave for Kiev.

Your friends are cowards.

They think they can

fight battles, using music.

And words.

Yuri tried to help.

- He's trying to be more like you.

- He's not like me!

And he's nothing like his father.

Please! Come, Yuri.

My uncle can get you work.

Look! The state is inviting artists.

I can't leave.

Not now.

Not until Natalka's mother recovers.

We'll come... as soon as she's better.

I'll join you as soon as I can.

Good bye.

Look after yourself.

Unless we end our

economic backwardness,

our enemies in the west will destroy us.

Every man, woman and child must

do their duty to feed the workers.

Have the state requisition

more of the harvest,

up to 90% if necessary.

But, Comrade Stalin, that will be

a death sentence for the farmers.

The revolution depends on it!

Think of the greater good.

He's probably right, Koba.

This could mean the death of millions.

Who in the world will know?

Those caught

stealing grain have received justice.

But the collective of

this village has failed.

You did not meet your grain quota.

Consequently, Comrade

Stalin has ordered an increase.

All over Ukraine it's the same.

You must double production this year,

or you will suffer the consequences.

Much of the harvest was lost to weather.

- Or stolen?

- That's a lie!

We don't have enough

horses to plough the fields.

Why is that, comrade?

We had to eat them!

That is why Comrade Stalin

brought you tractors,

modern mechanical means to

meet your responsibilities.

And you repay him by

stealing from the state?

That's what I call ingratitude.

We know you're hiding grain.

Sign!

Join the collective.

Life will be much better.

Our seizure of church property has

not been as lucrative as we hoped.

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