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- They're not for me, it's for Rodion.

So you want some dumplings?

Then you're going to get them!

Have some berries! And mushrooms!

And some pickles for a fine appetite!

Now, would you like some more?

- I want dumplings for Rodion.

- I'll give you some on one condition.

You'll have to run naked around

the well. I'll bet you can't do it!

I'll do it!

Here, Devil...

Now get dressed.

Unless you're scared...

I'm not scared!

Look, they're running!

Let's have a ride...

Hey, stop!

Let me ride in it!

Solomins, you want a ride,

you have to take your clothes off!

Make way! Or I'll run over you!

We've lost our mother-in-law!

You can't come along, Kolia.

You think I'm going to a country fair?

What do you think I am? A criminal?

A robber? A tramp?

No.

I'm a revolutionary fighter.

My hands are worth more than gold.

I can make with these hands

any weapons, pistols, bombs.

That's why they chained me

and held in solitary confinement.

You think it was easy for my friends

to get me out of that prison?

Do you understand now?

Hands up!

Hands up!

Hands up!

So you're making toys

instead of bombs now?

You've lost weight being at large.

Hold it, boy.

It's painful for me

to see you like this, Klimentov.

Kolia, go put up the sails!

Let me through!

Whose house does he think this is!

You tired, Safon Martynovich?

For nine days, Rodion, we've been

on your trail through the forest.

And none of us is getting any younger.

Be patient.

You'll have a nice rest

in your coffin.

You're quite right, we'll be

answering for all our sins.

Have a taste of my round bun,

Safon Martynovich!

Get down!

They've burned our sailboat.

Wait, just for a second!

Ho!

You have to suffer for the truth,

Kolia. You have to pay dearly for it.

Don't forget:
Campanella paid for his

dream, for the truth with his life.

And my comrades are dying for it.

Many honest men will go on paying

for it with their lives.

Remember it.

Some day, there will be a time

when the world will be dazzling.

Instead of these swamps, fantastic

cities will rise, shining in the sun.

You just have to believe in it.

Have faith and wait.

Wear that chain, and remember...

Let me go, skunk!

Let go!

Go!

Believe, Kolia! And wait!

ANASTASIA:

THE 1920s

Kolka!

- Kolka!

- What?

You going to do some work or not?

- Kolka!

- What is it?

- What are you doing up there?

- Just looking for anything to see.

Nothing but swamps for thousands

of versts here.

This accursed land!

What happened?

- I need a drink.

- What happened?

That's it! Now we can't go

to the city anymore.

Where are the skins?

- Pigs! You drank up all the skins!

- Don't you get it? It's revolution.

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