Wolyn Page #3

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Praised be the Lord.

...and provisions.

And anyone refusing to pay

will be considered

a counterrevolutionary.

Their land

will be incorporated into the kolhoz.

You want us to deliver at wartime?

- We are facing starvation.

- Quiet!

What will we sow the fields with?

Now we have only one color!

The red one!

Now about the oppression

of the Polish landlords.

The Polish landlords and capitalists

oppressed

the people of Western Ukraine.

Bound them in chains of slavery

and oppression.

Where to?

And the little one?

The little one will go with us.

Whose child are you carrying there?

Did he sweep your chimney?!

I'm going to bed.

NKVD! Open up!

- Skiba, Matvei Casimirovich?

- What is it?

- Silence!

- Stop!

Shut up, scum!

Where is the gun?!

Pack up your stuff and food!

Dress your kids!

Are you deaf, b*tch? Move it!

You have half an hour!

Holy Mary, Mother of God,

pray for us sinners

now and at the hour of our death.

Out of the way!

Load them up!

- Leave me alone!

- Move!

- Skiba, Matvei Casimirovich.

- And family?

- Yes!

- Car number 7.

Get out! Quick!

Move it!

It's retaliation for 1920,

when we beat the hell out of them.

The Polish bloodsuckers

will not oppress our people

any longer!

- Yeah!

- Bravo! That's right!

Open up.

Yet Poles still live here

and this is bad.

Because they cannot be trusted.

They will always remain enemies

of the working people of Ukraine!

Skiba, Zofia.

- Zofia, are you all right?

- Look after my farm.

Are you all right, Zofia?

Hostile blood will always

manifest itself,

even in the third generation!

- It will!

- Deport them!

- Deport them!

- Shuma, your mother was Polish!

- Shut up!

- Dumb woman.

Shuma is right!

No. We have to deport all of them.

- You'll say one of them died.

- No.

The corpses must reach

the destination, too.

You'll find someone else,

the numbers will match.

The rest of the vodka is yours.

Blessed art Thou among women,

and blessed is the fruit

of Thy womb...

Skiba, Zofia.

Get off!

Come on!

Step back!

Back!

Run to her father's house!

Everything's going to be fine.

Haven't you suffered enough

because of her?!

Mom!

Take her clothes off!

Heat the water!

She can't stay here!

She's a runaway,

that's punished by death!

We can't feed her!

When did your water break?

When?

- I don't know.

- You never know a thing!

I love you.

Come on!

That's right. Come on, push! Push!

Hush! Come on!

Push!

- There you are, scum!

- What's the matter, Commander?

Where's the vodka?

I don't understand.

What is it you don't understand?

You're Pietya, right?

The NKVD deals with passports

and political matters.

The Militia is responsible

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