We Live Again

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Christ is risen from the dead,

trampling down death by death.

And upon those in the tomb.

Bestowing life.

When I will come to see you.

Rapid flow the dear rivers

I want you to carry away

all my sorrow.

With your fast waters.

On the fields

the girls were strolling.

Singing and picking up

corn flowers.

There they met the young fellow.

He gave them a look

as though he were superior.

Scarcely looked at them.

Scarcely looked at them.

Katusha!

Katusha!

What are you doing

in the fields again?

There was nothing more

to do in the house,

so I came here to help!

You'll catch it when they

find out you're in the fields again!

And what are you thinking of?

Don't you know he's arriving today?

He? Who?

Who? You numbskull!

The prince! Dmitri Ivanovitch!

He's on his way

from the station now!

I thought it was tomorrow!

Tomorrow! Go into the house

and put on your Sunday frock!

You dirty girl!

And comb your hair!

I will!

And don't forget

his welcoming gift!

Have you?

What are you smelling, Dmitri?

I don't smell anything.

Spring. You don't smell the spring?

Oh, that!

This air. It's wonderful.

It's going to be

a wonderful summer.

But there'll be

no loafing for you, Dmitri.

You'll spend the summer in study.

We shall be very disappointed if you

fail to pass your officer's examination.

Aunt Marie,

I don't like the army.

- What?

- I don't like what it represents.

I don't see why I should be

an officer, anyway.

Because your father was one,

and your grandfather!

Because the Nekhlyudovs

have always served their czar.

I don't know whether

I want to serve my czar.

- Dmitri, dear boy!

- What is this?

I want to serve my country.

That's why I'd rather go

into civil service.

Russia's in a pretty rotten condition.

- Dmitri!

- Dmitri!

We're going to have

a revolution if we don't look out.

Revolution in Russia? Ridiculous.

You think so?

Well, let me tell you.

When our rulers place yokes

around our necks...

When tyrants

grind their heels in our faces...

When oppression rules

instead of justice...

Where did you

pick up this nonsense?

I read it in a book.

Good morning. Good morning.

The prince must be

a big man now!

Oh, yes. Don't move all around.

Stand in one place.

Over this way.

- Ivan, you stand there.

- Yes, Anton Ivanovitch.

Here, you stand in line.

You get over there.

Welcome, Your Highness,

Dmitri Ivanovitch!

Come around.

Everyone, just as I told you.

Now one at a time.

Ivan.

- Welcome, Your Highness.

- Thank you. Thank you very much.

Oh. Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you.

- May God bless Your Highness.

- Oh, thank you.

Thank you very much. Thank you.

Why do they give me food?

They need it, and we don't.

Hush! It's a custom...

It's always done!

Thank you very much.

But really, I don't like taking it.

Anton, His Highness

is tired after his journey.

Tell them to place

their gifts on the steps

and give them

His Highness' thanks.

But, Aunt Marie, I'm not tired,

and I should thank them personally.

Friends!

Dear friends!

And brothers in suffering!

That'll do, Dmitri. Come.

- Tell them, Anton.

- But, Aunt Marie...

Brothers in suffering, indeed!

Really, Dmitri!

Welcome, Dmitri Ivanovitch.

I wish you every happiness...

and... and happiness!

And I give you this for good luck!

Katusha?

No! Oh, my goodness, it is.

Why, of all the...

This is the most

startling thing I've ever seen!

I mean the way you've changed!

Why, six years ago...

I can't believe my eyes...

You were just a little girl

with freckles, wasn't she?

She has grown up.

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