Taras Bulba Page #2
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better disappear,
than think differently.
May the mother of God bless you.
My sons, do not forget your mother.
Children...
Syetch, our mother.
Here is Syetch.
This is the nest where they all come from,
This is where the Cossacks are
spreading throughout Ukraine.
Anyone who comes here, abandons
behind him what he used to be.
the company of others like him.
He won't have parents, or family, or home,
only undying insouciance and infinite skies.
This is Syetch.
Hey, musicians, play faster !
Don't be mad, Thomas, vodka
is orthodox for Christians !
Take off your coat.
See how much it weighs !
I can't.
And why ?
I can't, I could even sell it
just to get a means to drink more.
Have fun, Vassil !
I redeemed you.
Now, you don't owe anyone anything.
Hail, Kirdyaga !
And I can see you didn't come alone,
but with your sons.
He killed a comrade...like a dog.
Just like that, dead drunk.
He's a shame for all Cossacks.
And if he hadn't been a Cossack ?
But only a simple man ?
A Polack ?
Wouldn't that be a shame, then ?
If it were so, only the Polacks would mourn.
Nobody's mourning us.
But there are laws.
Here prevails the law of our soil.
What if we were born in another country ?
I don't know.
I remember, when we were kids,
we were walking with you on the road,
and you were skipping around, crying,
because the sun was heating
the dust and burning your feet.
I took you in my arms,
and walked again, and I had the feeling
that it wasn't the dust at all,
but the soil itself that was warming my feet.
My soil.
It's just like Latin, at the seminary.
It's not for me.
Veni, vidi,...
Vici.
I came, I saw, I won.
Won ? No, not us.
Not with this soil under our feet.
There she is.
Where ?
Over there, first row.
Next to her father.
Hey you, bastards, how
dare you go to church ?
What did you say ?
A real son of Taras, huh guys ?
And you, what can you do ?
Or maybe you can't do anything ?
Huh ?
So be it.
He will stand here.
And I shall shoot.
But why would you want to do that, Shilo ?
Because he had already his turn.
We'll see whether he's courageous.
Yuk !
Where are you going to, Taras ?
Hi, father.
Hi.
Back to Syetch ?
I do.
Hail to you, Koshevoy ()
() Supreme chief of the Cossacks
Hello, Taras.
And do you believe in the Holy Trinity ?
I do, father.
Sit down.
And now, cross yourself.
Good. You can go now.
And you know to which hut...
Thank you, father.
So, Koshevoy...
It's time for the Cossacks to have fun.
There's no place to have fun.
How so, no place ?
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