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A Flower in the Rock
Why did you do it?
I couldn't do otherwise.
I had regained my consciousness.
Forgive me.
Fine, we'll talk later. Get some rest.
Don't go, doctor. Stay.
Come with me, doctor.
Birds... you hear them?
Doctor, do you know these trees are only a year old?
No, I'm new to these parts.
So, you don't know how it all started...
No.
"A city shall be founded here to spite our haughty foe..."
Future site of the Komsomol mine.
Look at that.
Say cheese!
Not bad, eh?
Where's welcoming committee?
Where do we get our mail?
Liuda, where's me and the wife gonna shack up?
Boys, they're coming!
A great big Donetsk greeting to the komsomol boys!
And who might you be?
Allow me to introduce myself - Grigorij Griva, digger.
So you dig, eh?
I'm diggin' you...
Bluest eyes 'neath the blackest of brows
beware my son, said the old man.
You should have listened to the old man.
It's all decided then: today we dance,
dinner tomorrow, for good form,
the registry the day after,
and you move into my place as my lawful wife.
What if I say no?
You know who you talking to?
Who?
The Pride of DonBass! Grigorij Griva!
Let the Pride wait a while.
We'll dance when he learns to ask properly.
You gonna teach me?
Listen, she's not alone here, see?
I don't see nuttin'!
Too bad for you.
They're coming! They're coming!
Where you going? What about that dinner?
Here comes another one!
A car - not too shabby!
Good day! Hello!
Who might you be?
Me?... I'm the future director of the future mine.
- Comrade Varchenko? - Pavel Fedorovich.
I'm the komsomol organizer.
Not bad...
You're going to the DonBass. You'll be building a mine.
It won't be easy.
But where it isn't easy, that's where souls turn to God.
You'll work hard, be an exemplar, make lots of loyal friends.
I'll come in a year, we'll gather our brothers and sisters
make a big family, and give glory to the Almighty.
I'll give glory here, and beg for mercy.
- No, no, it must be there. - It can be here, too.
- Khristina... - I can't!
- Khristina!
Griva? What are you doing here?
I'm dreaming.
Dreaming? What about?
Wouldn't you like to know, Miss Organizer.
Why don't you come in, we'll dance.
You're asking me?
Well ok, but only if you dance with me, and me alone!
Is that a law around here?
It's my law!
Liuda! Liuda!
You have a letter!
It's a bit wet, sorry!
A newspaper and a magazine...
Oh, Djaparidze got a package!
Djaparidze!
From home...
Khristina... come into my home.
I have waited for you, dear sister, with great yearning.
Come into my home and raise up your soul onto heaven.
From your father?
Thank you.
Come in, sister, come in.
Henceforth this is your home too.
And our souls shall always be open to you.
Sit down.
In times of trial, when a friend is burdened in his soul,
speak to them of God.
In this house they shall always find consolation, peace and love.
God is love.
We unite with God through our spirit,
not through the cross.
God is love.
Come in, dear sister!
How the Steel was Tempered.
Very well.
The Gadfly, by Voinich.
- My favorite. - Help yourself.
Here you go.
Here are some atheistic pamphlets.
On the Jehovists sect.
On the Orthodox clergy.
These people are wilier than your Cardinal Montanelli.
These people talk so much about god,
but they forget about the human soul.
The human soul is a delicate instrument.
Do you have anything about the Pentecostals?
Comrade Varchenko, just in time. Your Remarque has arrived.
Here you go.
Thank you. So what about it?
Sorry, no such book.
But I had looked it up in the Encyclopedia - v.38, p.399 -
nothing about sectarianism there either.
Sectarianism is common to Islam and Buddhism...
That's history... I'm interested in today.
Pentecostals!
It's a tiny sect, almost invisible.
No surprise it's not written about.
Pavel Fedorovich, Comrade Zabrod sure knows his stuff!
Maybe he can give us a lecture?
Sure, try him.
No, no. I'm no lecturer. I'll be embarrassed.
Why not give it a try?
I thank you, but this is not my line of work.
Not so spacious here. We'll have to find you a new home.
I don't mean you personally. I mean the Pente..
I mean the book depository.
Hurry up there.
- Your books. - Thank you.
- Ever been to a mine? - No... Take me with you.
Get in, Komsomol Organizer.
Come see us. We'll get you a subscription!
Here she is, Organizer, a real mine.
- Actress? - Worse!
Journalist!
Wrong again!
Pavel Fedorovich, can I go over there?
Sure. Be careful!
Beat it, pal!
Organizer!
Come to take a gander?
Can I bring my boys here?
Sure! A few at a time.
What's the hold up there?
Thank you, Pavel Fedorovich!
Thank the boss.
Impressive?
A bit scary at first. Then I got used to it.
Can I bring my boys over?
Sure, a few at a time...
- Well, I'll be going... - Have some tea with us?
I've got work to do.
I'm bringing everyone here tomorrow.
Some will come, others will go to the sect.
You know about that?
- Yes... - You know names?
- Yes. - What's your plan?
I wrote to her father...
Well, that's just dandy. He's one of them!
Then... I'll give her hell at the assembly! Sheer hell!
And they will promise her love and peace.
And you've got hell.
What century are you living in, Liuda?
Bluest of eyes 'neath the blackest of brows
beware my son, said the old man.
Beg pardon.
Please.
We've ordered.
Two homestyle spaghettis.
Shakespeare... Sonnets...
Tonia, two carafes and my usual.
You have a usual? Like the merchant Stroganoff!
Yes, my usual. The digger's usual.
- Excuse me... - As you were!
Be my guest.
To your health and your stay at DonBass.
I'm talking to you, Organizer.
You dry?
Come, Liuda.
Where? Where you going?
Here you go.
Here we go - two homestyle spaghettis.
Thank you kindly.
You and I are going to have a separate talk.
Lord, give the spirit.
- Glory to Iesu. - Eternal glory!
Lord, give the spirit.
Lord, give the spirit.
Come over here!
Come on, nothing to be afraid of.
... the United States conducted a series
of nuclear tests near Easter Island.
This once again underscores...
What's going on here!
Give a honk.
Arsen and Griva.
Go on and fight - we'll see who the real man is.
I lost two sons in the war - what for?
So these two heroes can bash each other's brains in?
Get in the car, Arsen!
Griva, get out of here!
What's the row all about?
Pavel Fedorovich - What am I to do?
She's a sectarian!
Who's a sectarian?
Khristina... Ravliuk.
So you stay away from her.
I love her.
You understand? I love her.
You should tell that to her.
Love you more than anything in the world.
Love you more than life itself, more than the sun!
You must not love me. I beg you!
- I love... - No!
Khristina!
Khristina, where are you going?
No! No!
O God...
(I love you... I love you...)
I attend the sect.
I believe in God, and I love Him more than life.
You must know everything about me.
I know everything.
- You know? - I know.
- And you love me, the way I am?
I love you.
My love. My love...
Come with me to the sect. I will be your wife,
loyal and true. As in the eyes of the Lord God.
I am waiting...
You do not love me.
Very well. We'll go.
Let him come in.
Hello.
Brothers and sisters...
Come in.
Brothers and sisters, today when we offer our humble gifts
to the Lord God, He has brought us a new brother.
Approach me, brother.
- What is your name? - Arsen Zagornyj.
Brother Arsen, God has brought you here in a solemn hour.
- It is a good omen. - Thank you.
Now, brothers and sisters, let us pray that He accept
our humble offerings of boundless love and infinite faith.
- Our humble offerings! - Our humble offerings...
The Apostle Paul tells us... [American Bible Society, New York]
"Having food and raiment, let us be therewith content."
"But they that will be rich fall into temptation and a snare."
"For the love of money is the root of all evil."
Brothers and sisters! The Lord has accepted our offerings!
The truth has been revealed to me:
our new brother must prove his faith to God.
Will you give a drop of your blood to the Lord?
Give... how?
A finger of your left hand must come under the sacred axe.
Think it over until morning.
If you come here with a pure heart
your faith will guide you back here tomorrow.
And you will offer up your blood to the Lord.
Lord!
- Arsen, I am frightened! - Calm down, Khristina.
Chmykh!
Who is this Zagornyj?
Member of the Komsomol Committee. An intellectual.
You think faith brought him here?
No.
What does he want here?
I don't know.
I could show him a real drop of blood,
but I think he won't come. I saw fear in his eyes.
Lord, he is weak.
I will pray that God may not ask you for this sacrifice.
Khristina, don't think about it.
Khristina! Take it! Don't think about it.
- Griva, help me decide. - I can't help you there.
A suit for me.
That one in the window.
Size 52.
Khristina, I'll be right back.
Sister, why has your faith wavered?
I love him.
God is love. And this is sin!
I love him!
Chase out the devil, sister!
Return to your family or God shall judge you!
Stand in a circle, children. No touching. No questions.
We are in the history section.
Peter I issued a decree 1723, to send Hypodeacon Kapustiev
as surveyor of the Dniepr river in search of coal deposits.
Now we pass on to the Revolution.
Lenin said: Coal is the true bread of industry.
A flower... Stepa get over here!
A flower in the rock...
Boy, get over here.
We should be celebrating the victory...
Good idea! Boys, get over here!
- Listen, we need to procure... - No worries!
Procured!
Let's go.
- Who got the boys drunk? - Just a nip... I did.
An age-old custom of the miners.
The boys worked like dogs, won the pennant,
and nobody stands them a 100g.
And today 32 men didn't show up for work!
32, eh? Weaklings.
Well, we showed up, as you can see.
Mademoiselle Organizer mourns her fallen troops.
What did you come from? To the slag heap with you!
To the slag heap!
Grisha, c'mon, what's the use in getting mad?
It's the komsomol press. Time to get used to criticism.
Grisha, where are you going?
To the slag heap! Where else?
Grisha! Where are you going?
Boys, get over here!
What's up?
It's Griva!
Let's drag him to the dorms.
Who is it?
Sergei? What do you want?
Pardon, but would you have a needle and some black thread?
We have a tear in this jacket.
Let's see.
Come back in an hour.
Or... I'll drop it off tomorrow, ok?
Ok, thank you.
Sergei - did someone get in a fight?
No. Honest to komsomol.
There it was under the glass - 300,000 years old.
And there is an impression in it - a flower!
I'll find another one like it and send it back to the village.
Ah, alright. Lights out. Time to sleep.
1723. Kapustiev. Russian. First name Grisha.
First to discover coal in the Donetsk steppes.
He should be in the miners' hall of fame.
But he was left out. Unfair.
Mitka, you asleep?
Listen, on the 26th of January,
the day of repose of the Chairman of the People's Commissariat
V.I. Lenin... the mines shall be kept closed.
- Good morning, Miss Dasha. - Good morning, Liuda.
Wipe your feet.
- Good day, Pavel Fedorovitch. - Good day.
- Watering flowers? - They like drinking too.
- Don't be surprised... - I'm not. Everything's clear.
Everything? You know why I'm here?
No, you don't.
Don't pretend to be so clear-sighted.
I want to come work for you.
See, and you thought you knew.
This much I did not know.
What for? Closer to your drinking buddies?
I want to work with you.
I'm not against it, in principle.
But I'm only the director. There is also the Party Organizer...
The Komsomol Organizer... It is a komsomol mine after all.
- You'll need her permission. - Pavel Fedorovitch, don't.
- And why's that? - Just don't.
You see the system we have here? Three knocks for the Organizer.
Four knocks for the accountant.
- You called for me? - Sure did. Need your input.
Grisha Griva here is asking to join the mine.
- I'm not asking. - Quiet, you.
He's looking for work.
What does the KomsOrg think?
Shall we take him on?
I think we can take him.
On one condition...
I wonder what sort of condition this is.
Two knocks - chief engineer calling. Talk amongst yourselves.
- Pavel Fedorovitch... - Be right back.
Beg pardon.
This is for you.
What is this? Why are you like this?
Why are you all mixed up like this?
Fine work - and drinking!
And how am I to take this?
I love you.
Don't you dare talk about love! You hear me?
How's it going?
Are we taking him on? To work at the mine?
You decide, Pavel Fedorovitch.
Griva. Griva!
What's this?
- Said it's for me. - Let's see.
Have a look here.
A flower. 300,000 years old.
Liuda, our Griva's a poet. And you didn't get it.
Sleeping?
Back from the night shift.
Auntie, you know these boys?
Sure, every one of them.
This one is from Poltava - Sergei Marchenko.
He's a writer. He writes poetry.
That darkie with an accent - is an entertainer.
He dances with his fingers.
The fatty over there, Koval. Still a child.
- Marchenko, Sergei. - Here.
Darkie, dances with fingers... Who's that?
- Djaparidze. - Djaparidze!
- Baraniuk, Gennadij - Here!
- Useenko! - Here!
- Potapov! - Here!
- Koval! - Here...
Some crew! Real men!
Some crew! No comment.
Fine. Get out of here!
This is your foreman. Digger, Grigorij Griva.
- Pavel Fedorovitch... - How many of you per kilo, boys?
Thanks, Pavel Fedorovitch.
- Pavel Fedorovitch, you got a phonecall...
- This is unfair! - What is unfair?
The boys he's getting... Everyone's laughing.
We'll see.
Watch out! Dark in there! Know where the door is?
Fine. Let them laugh. C'mon boys.
Here's what I have to tell you.
All beauty comes from man.
Gagarin went up into space. And we are going into the earth.
So you see, all that is beautiful comes from us.
The main thing is to believe in yourself.
Everything else will work out by itself.
Now Griva will get what's coming to him.
- Stop blabbering. Go help Arsen. - Why me?
- That's Griva blasting! - They're just scaring rats.
Enough talk. Get to work!
Grisha, how did you outstrip us by a whole cycle?
Can't hear! Speak up!
How did you outstrip us by a whole cycle!!!
Where did you hear that?
We heard you blasting.
Boys! You hear?
They want to learn our secrets.
Maybe we should also scrub your backs while we're at it?
They won't be laughing again. No they won't!
Grisha! Grisha!
Where d'you disappear off to?
What do you say, come along? For clarity's sake.
Go on, some guardian angel you are.
- Hey, what's with you? - Go on, I say!
What's that? Grisha! Hold on there!
What's all this about?
I see, been hanging with the boys.
Go on. We'll meet again!
Come in.
Come in!
Griva? Come in, come in.
- What have you got? - Nothing, saw your lights on.
- Sorry if I'm interrupting. - No, no. Sit down.
Stendahl. The Red and The Black.
- Required reading. - I saw the movie.
A good kid.
But I never caught part 2.
Listen, Griva...
Why haven't you submitted a request for housing?
What do I need it for?
Mother's back on the farm. Father - dead.
Write: I hereby request to be granted living quarters...
in the vicinity of the village of Happy Trails.
Family status.
Mother - a dependant.
What's her name?
- Maria Nikolaevna.. - Maria Nikolaevna.
Signature.
I guess it's my turn to stroll around with a pink lampshade.
- Why pink? - Haven't seen any others.
You get an F in spelling.
Here, copy this over.
"You" is written with a capital Y.
Oh, come on...
What's this about? You got guests!
Here, switch on the lights.
Congratulations!
Daddy!
Dear lord, this is my daughter?
Don't worry, it comes off.
Calm down, foreman. It's her father!
I'm perfectly calm. Nothing to worry about.
Let's get some dinner, then we'll see a concert tonight.
Listen, I'm here for a very short time.
I'll be going back tonight, and we need to talk.
- Liuda... Good day... - Good day...
- We need a car, to go see the boss. - The dispatcher will take care of you.
Daddy, go over there, I'll be over in a minute.
When are you coming home?
Daddy, do you think it's possible? Kiss mamma, I'll come soon.
- Alone? - Don't worry, alone.
Don't be long!
- Hold the milk, please... - Sure thing.
Good-bye. Come soon. We're waiting.
Now we'll show you a program called Sacred Gifts.
Oh Lord, where are you taking me! Where are you taking me!
Lord, accept our offerings!
Donate! Donate!
Why did you do this? It's all a lie!
Stop this! It is a lie!
- What's going on there? - Satire. They got you good.
It's all Arsen's doing. How's Khristina?
Reports vary...
- I'm counting on you! - Yessir!
Just be careful.
Khristina! Khristina, where are you going?
Don't follow me. You don't know what you're up against.
Brother, save me. I trusted them, but they're laughing at us.
My sister, I haven't seen you in so long.
- Forgive me, forgive me. - God will forgive you.
If only you have truly come back to us and to the Lord.
I've come back. For the rest of my life.
Thank you, thank you, sister.
- You shall be my wife. - Your wife?
- Yes, indeed! - Give us your blessings, father!
- Daddy? - I give my blessings.
- Daddy, you're here? - I give my eternal blessings.
- His wife? - His wife.
You are already my wife. A father's blessing is sacred.
- How can it be? - Sacred and inviolable.
Daddy, what sort of happiness are you talking about?
What sort of happiness? Come along.
O God, how can you look down on all of this?
Khristina! Control yourself.
Silence!
Ah, Arsen Zagornyj?
- Come along. - Where to?
- We need to talk. - Fine, let's go.
Stop! Stop! Grisha, they're beating Arsen!
[weather report on the radio]
Grisha!
Good day, Comrade Varchenko.
They're tearing it down, just like you said.
Pavel Fedorovitch. Did you hear anything about an incident?
There was some kind of misunderstanding...
- Enough of this charade! - What do you mean?
Your beliefs are your business.
But when you start ruining lives it becomes our business.
What are you talking about?
What have you got there, eh?
Bumped into something.
Mister Pasha, I can't seem to get this note right.
Why don't you show me.
Eh, you boys ain't so hot.
Old Pasha here is a pro.
Just keep playing like that, and follow us to the precinct.
What?
- What's with you, boys? - Go on playing.
Play it up!
Seems like it was all yesterday.
- What were you scared of? - The Preacher.
- We are stronger than him. - How can you say that!
We are stronger. And there is no god in heaven!
What are you doing here?
- Going to see him? - Sure enough.
Can you give him this bottle of milk?
Milk... Where are you going?
- Doctor, come to my housewarming. - Sure. Thanks.
I have a bottle of milk for you.
Fresh from the cow.
Drink it while it's warm.
I thought you were inviting the doctor to the wedding.
Drink it slowly. No need to rush.
Nurse, we'll be just a minute. Please.
- Hello there! - Hello!
Look here, MILK.