The transcript of all texts for the documentary

FATHER, SON AND HOLY TORUM.

Intertitles and credits are written in capital letters. Subtitles are in regular letters.

PRIX NANOOK

PARIS 1997

TO EVA

ONCE UPON A TIME THE NOMADIC KHANTY PEOPLE LIVED IN THE WOODS OF WESTERN SIBERIA. WHEN THE FILM WAS CREATED THERE WERE 18 000 OF THESE FINNO-UGRIC SOULS ALIVE. BUT STEP BY STEP THE RUSSIAN OIL INDUSTRY KILLED MOTHER EARTH, THE WIFE OF THE SUPREME GOD TORUM.

THE LAKES, RIVERS AND WOODS BECAME SILENT AND LIFELESS.

FATHER, SON AND HOLY TORUM

I paddle with my canoe,

my well-laden canoe,

paddling with geese and swans,

paddling my gamebird take home...

When I get home,

I'll taste the soup, chew meat

wash it down

with a glass of vodka...

The well-laden canoe

filled with ducks...

The canoe is very heavy. See

how my boat is full of ducks!

My boat is heavy.

My wish is for this sledge

to be placed at my grave.

I will walk and be active

in the next world, too.

I will ride with the reindeer

and live like I lived here.

There are superiors

in the Underworld, too.

The dead have

their own administration.

Such superiors who force

you to work there, too.

Do they also have a militia?

Of course, there is

a militia as well.

It is said that the soul goes

to the Upper World.

Exactly.

Who decides when it is time

for a soul to return to earth?

The shaman calls the soul back.

Have you called anyone back?

I have.

I can call any soul back.

Even our souls?

Of course I can...

When I beat the drum,

my eyes can make them out.

It has been said that life in

the Underworld is backwards.

People become

ever smaller there.

One becomes as

small as a mouse.

Then the next life

in the Underworld ends.

Show us how small

a person shrinks!

How can I show you?

I said as tiny as a mouse.

Show us, please!

As small as this

cone, that small!

A person turns into a cone?

And falls from the hand...

That is how

the next life ends.

THERE ONCE WAS A MAN CALLED SOSHO - WEASEL MAN.

SOSHO WAS ONE OF THE LAST GREAT KHANTY SHAMAN.

Torum, let life last long!

HIS WIFE TOHE, OR DUST SPECK, ALSO HEALED

PEOPLES AND ANIMALS FROM FAR AWAY.

SOSHO AND TOHE RAISED THEIR ADOPTED SON AIEM IN THE DEEP TAIGA.

Petja Moldanov, my only son,

Agrafinja, my only sister, gave birth to you.

She died giving birth to you.

I cared for you as an infant,

You forgot me when you grew up.

You don't come to us,

you don't, you don't.

Sosho the Weasel Man raised you,

now you don't even toss him breadcrumbs...

THE BOY GREW UP AND WENT TO THE TOWN.

THE TOWN FOLK CALLED HIM PETJA MOLDANOV.

PETJA MOLDANOV ENJOYED TOWN LIFE WITH HIS

WIFE RIMA AND THEIR THREE CHILDREN.

If you would only look at us a little,

glance at us from the corner of your eye?

Grief enters our hearts,

why did you forget us, Aiem?

Wipe my mouth properly!

PETJA MOLDANOV WAS AN IMPORTANT MAN IN THE KINGDOM OF OIL AND GAS.

I'm not all that important.

I am just the director

of the oil company's

department of indigenous peoples.

My position is

for fooling the public.

To make as if they

look after the people.

I have no real authority

nor the right to sign anything.

You aren't looking for me, are you?

No, I just came to work.

The administration didn't discuss

this question with me.

The same thing happens with a flock of geese.

When you kill the head goose,

the others don't know how to land.

It is the same with me.

I was ill and

the negotiations fell through.

The indigenous people didn't

have their head bird.

White Ear, don't wander off!

White Ear!

When we get the Khantys

to sign the economic contracts,

we will divide them

among the three oil producers.

Each oil producer

will get some families.

Komsomol Oil has

a larger territory.

We will give the majority

of the families to them. Agreed?

That is fair.

Petja and George Bush.

Long boat.

Bush is like Jeltsin,

the same sort of chief.

This is Bush, this is Petja.

Some girl.

 

He brought these photos himself

and said this is George Bush.

His superiors

sent him to America.

His superiors paid for the trip

for him to get to know America.

Again Petja

and George Bush.

Petja goes to Moscow, too.

He is an important man.

I'll put the pictures

back in storage,

so that everyone

can't paw at them.

Once upon a time,

there lived Petja Moldanov

who had to overcome

many bad things.

We are trying to protect you,

but we can't continue for long...

Our patience may last

for three years,

then it will surely run out.

The power that binds

your hands and feet,

the power that cripples

your neck and body...

...that you must yourself

turn into goodness.

So that this power will

carry you to the right path...

You can't look

out the window.

The militia forbids

us to pick you up.

Take us, too!

Fjodorovskneft gives you

money and snowmobiles.

You know their superiors?

I have spoken with them.

There is no point in taking

you into my jurisdiction.

It will bring new superiors

with new problems again.

 

Are you willing

to live under them?

Of course!

Is there still snow in the

forest and on the lakes?

Plenty! You can still

go by snowmobile.

How would you like to

fly south to the seashore?

No, we have our own lake.

The children swim but

how about yourself?

I swim, too.

Forest Khantys do

not swim, though?

The women never do...

I swim.

Then you are like the Russians!

Do you sunbathe? Good!

You really ought to

go to the seashore.

Surgutneftegas sends the

children of its employees

to the Black Sea shore

in the winter, too.

Look, why does he run

so slowly? Is he sick?

If the two of us can't catch

him, then I will try bread!

Their skins will all soon

fall to the ground...

PETJA'S UNCLE HAD TAKEN THE SOULS OF 33 BEARS.

Praise of the Bear.

NO DOCTOR COULD BRING BACK THE LOST STRENGTH OF THE BEAR.

Hello, uncle!

This hand is no good.

But my right hand

doesn't function at all.

How many times have I

told you to stop drinking?

You can't drink booze

like that for months!

I won't drink anymore...

Of course, if you want to live...

Your body is weak.

Booze flows in your veins

instead of blood.

Maybe I should sign

the contract after all?

Better wait.

First let them give you

a snowmobile,

a diesel electric generator

and building materials.

Then decide if you will

give up your ancestral lands.

I warned you last summer

not to sign before that.

Your neighbor got much

compensation before signing.

You signed and what

did you get for it?

THE OIL KINGS PAID PETJA HANDSOMELY.

You are even more

cunning than a Khanty!

In order to survive

in this world...

We live off our wages,

but they in those forests...

I don't have reindeer like you!

You have a cottage and

a car instead.

You go on vacation

in the south with your family.

What else do you need?

No, I don't have

the money for all that.

Money is only

for going to the cottage.

But I don't even

have a cottage.

We want to put

an oil derrick here.

They're asking for land between

your home and the highway...

If he signs,

what will you give him?

You have your wages,

but what about him?

Let Sart§mneft pay him!

And you won't

pay him anything?

We are Surgutneft.

I don't know how to write.

Sign here!

My hand is no good,

I can't write with it.

Get up!

Your feet hurt, your hands hurt.

Get up!

Revive yourself!

He does not want to.

SMOKE AND ASH FROM THE KINGDOM OF OIL COVERED THE MOSS,

THE REINDEER FELL ILL AND DIED...

Hello!

You've grown bigger

in the last year!

Did you get cold

riding on the snowmobile?

Don't allow more than six

oil derricks on your land.

If you sign on your own,

don't blame me later.

The entire oil company

directorate is here.

We have stockpiled 68

diesel electric generators

and 40 snowmobiles for you.

Those who sign our

contracts will get equipment.

You are deceiving us!

We haven't forgotten anything

nor deceived anybody.

If you want to talk to us,

first bring us better booze!

Order us booze!

Don't think that yours is the

only land being taken away.

The same thing is happening

on the banks of other rivers.

There is no other way,

the state needs oil.

We can't change anything.

We just have to come together

once a year for discussions.

Is April a suitable time for that?

Lenin left something for us,

Jeltsin is taking everything...

EACH KHANTY FAMILY WAS ASKED TO SIGN

A CONTRACT WITH THE DARK FORCES.

Prayer to the Bear, that he

would pass people's wishes

on to Torum.

THE OIL KINGS PROMISED AN EXCHANGE -

FOR A FEW HUNDRED DOLLARS THE KHANTYS

WILL LOSE ALL RIGHTS TO THEIR ANCESTRAL LANDS.

Hell knows.

I don't understand.

They haven't given anything

stipulated in the contract.

It's like this was written

by someone with cholera.

This contract is useless.

Trash!

THE SUPREME GOD TORUM WAS THE LAST HOPE FOR THE KHANTYS.

THE BEAR HEAD OR THE DRUM WAS USED TO SPEAK TO THE GODS.

What brings on this illness,

do the gods see?

People's wishes,

power of the gods!

Take away the dark powers,

heal the painful hooves!

People's wishes,

power of the gods!

Heifer, raise your head

towards Fire Torum!

Fire, cut through

the animal's pain,

singe the heifer's wounds

with healing!

People's wishes,

power of the gods!

If you get up tomorrow, you

won't fall behind the herd.

But if you continue to lie here,

lie in the same spot in the forest

so that we can find you.

Lie like a leaf,

like low grass!

Who hung the stone

of illness around your neck?

Dear golden god, let him

live another 2-3 years!

People's wishes,

power of the gods!

The bear acts the way

a person thinks.

But no Petja.

Petja killed many bears,

but he threw the heads away.

His father has not

lived that way.

He has lost his mind.

Oh, my dear little one!

It seems we must try something

else with our sick animal.

What about the drum?

There is something

wrong with his front legs.

Bring some twigs when

you come from the forest.

We have to bake bread again.

We are completely flooded...

I am calling from Katya's,

I am hunting here.

Petja Moldanov roams the

taiga seeking his lost reindeer.

He doesn't check his reindeer

every day, they have become wild.

Katya's son Radik helps

Petja look for the reindeer.

Petja seems to be here more

for Katya than the reindeer...

Kiss it, too.

Don't you know

how to show gratitude?

THE WIDOW KATYA LIVED IN THE LONELY TAIGA WITH HER SONS.

KATYA LOVED AND TENDED PETJA'S REINDEER.

A REINDEER'S LIFE COULD BE TAKEN

WITH TORUM'S PERMISSION ONLY.

We raised Petja in vain.

He doesn't care

about us at all.

We should have tossed

him down the outhouse hole

when he was an infant.

When I speak the

Pimi Khanty dialect,

you immediately think I'm

looking for a mate here!

That woman knows how

to allure with her food!

Listen Petja, we can see

what is going on in this house.

When you move to the forest,

what will become of your office in town?

I need the office.

I write papers there, I

telephone and curse the bosses.

I can speak to Moscow

from the office.

Without the office, I am nobody...

Now let's look at the

most important matter.

Should we speak in Khanty

or is it not for women's ears?

We should register...

...the cooperative.

What fucking cribsheet

has he got there?

A new deception!

It's Petja, up to

his old tricks again.

I saw with my own eyes that

a derrick has been erected

just 4 km away from our home.

The oil men came to a 3 km

distance from your house.

You can't defend yourself alone.

We can make it with

the cooperative, though.

We will sit down with the oil men

and coordinate our affairs.

If we give them

permission to drill,

then only under

conditions useful to us.

We will demand money for

the land, the bore hole and the oil.

Hussainov is pressuring us

with snowmobiles and gasoline.

If we are in the cooperative,

we can tell him to suck our dicks.

I have my native land, the

cooperative, my car, my money,

my snowmobile, my

official stamp, my bank.

That's all!

Excuse me, go home!

If you want to

drill holes in the land,

sit down and we will talk!

I will extort as much

money from them

as my family and

cooperative need.

Money?

I lived without

their money before

and I plan to go on

living without it.

I will go on living

without their help.

We also lived without

their help in the past.

We will still find some sort

of game from the forest

which we will sell.

Our fathers and mothers

got along without money...

MANY KAHNTYS BELIEVED PETJA'S PROMISES.

How could he help us?

Something bad will happen

to him if he tries to coerce us.

I categorically refuse.

He will not get any

signatures from me.

He does not even

bring us a crust of bread.

What use is that talk

of 100 million to us?

Let's go into the forest instead...

SOMETIMES THE PRODIGAL SON CAME TO BORROW MONEY FROM HIS MOTHER.

I want to share a sweet

tidbit with my neighbor.

Not your neighbor but the

leader of the cooperative.

Go home!

Where are you going now?

Go!

The hole is there!

That is all!

And you, what are

you looking at?

He is already far away!

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN THE NEXT FILM...

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FATHER, SON AND HOLY TORUM

THE YEARS PASSED, THE GODS DID NOT INTERVENE.

Life Torum!

Help that person

find the right path!

 

MOST OF KHANTYS MOVED TO THE TOWN.

3000 KHANTYS WERE STILL ALIVE IN THE WOODS OF SIBERIA.

PETJA'S FIRST WIFE RIMA SOUGHT A NEW FATHER FOR THEIR CHILDREN.

I have enough men.

I do not need your father.

We only need your

father for your sake.

Mother, don't cheat on him!

Need forces me

to cheat on him.

I don't understand

why he left you?

There is nothing

terrible about it.

One pack of Marlboros.

4 beers.

Surgut beer? - Yes!

What should I get

my dear husband?

Buy him beer or

White Bear vodka.

How much does

the Bear Vodka cost?

Is the cream soda fresh?

It was made today.

The circus left but

the clowns stayed behind.

I have a normal family life.

I will be taken down

"onto the carpet" on the 23rd...

...my second divorce is pending.

Everything else is all right,

I haven't been to the forest...

No, first to court,

then fishing in the forest.

ANISIA WAS THE NAME OF PETJA'S NEW LOVE.

Russian song "An Alien Woman".

Check!

Where can we escape to?

Nothing but fire all around!

THE FATHER WAS READY TO DIE BUT TORUM DIDN'T WANT HIM TO.

Listen, fairies on the sledge

behind the hut, listen to me!

Listen, all the spirits of the

Ljamin, Kaz§m and Ob Rivers!

Listen to me!

Converge here on

this little dwelling!

Come taste what little

we have to offer you!

Sun and moon, stop orbiting!

Stop at this puny dwelling!

Protect our game birds

and guard our reindeer!

Heal our sick bodies with the

strength of the beginning of life!

Keep our eyes and ears clear,

keep our hands and souls pure!

Grant people a good year!

Our Golden Father, thank

you for restoring my health.

I thank you, my old Torum!

My little Petja, where

is your bear's head?

Get up lightly if you hear me!

Have you been living

with this woman for long?

Get up lightly if you have!

Can you hear me, Petja?

Is our connection good?

Reindeer, reindeer!

Is it true that you got

together with Anisia last summer?

Get up lightly if it is true!

Reindeer people, reindeer people!

Anisia, live like a human being!

You have two children

by your first husband.

Why did you leave him?

Why are you after our son?

Do you lust after mating?

Are you a reindeer in heat?

The old hag is here

and I see you!

The old man is here

and he sees you, too!

If you don't know

how to live right,

we'll take you

to the prosecutor.

Little Petja, please

start living right!

The Bear sees you

and is telling you:

Start living like people!

I feel sorry for you, mother,

sorry that you are

so miserly and greedy.

I feel sorry for you, mother,

that you didn't even

give me a reindeer

when I left home.

I feel sorry for you, mother,

that you didn't even

have a kind word for me

when I left home...

Petja Moldanov, do you remember

how I wiped your bottom?

Who wipes your bum now?

Why don't you bring your

new wife to meet us?

Are you afraid to look

the Bear in the eye?

Why don't you come

and confide in us?

Father was ill all winter, I

searched for our reindeer myself.

Why don't you come, Aiem?

Petja Moldanov!

Look over there!

Your father is in trouble.

Can you see him?

Please live properly!

Do you have any heart at all?

If you don't look toward us,

we will take you to court.

I will take you to court

if you don't understand!

To court!

Motherfucker!

No injection,

no injection!

Receive a little fabric...

...when you shoot your first bear

you will have your sacred cloth!

You bring shame on our family!

Where did you leave Petja?

In town.

Well done, pops!

Now hold your hand like this!

Be healthy, don't get sick!

Petja is always on the move.

He loves his new wife a lot.

He has no time to come here.

But where is the bottle?

You are not supposed

to think of the bottle.

Why?

It is a man's drink.

Russian women drink like fish.

Women are not

supposed to drink.

The woman looks

after the home.

City women do nothing

but drink and fight.

That is not true!

All these are my reindeer!

The soviets also said

they are all mine!

The clothes I made

for you are mine, too!

Cocksucker!

I'll kill you, get stuffed!

You're nothing but a prick!

I'll rip off your prick,

you disgusting cocksucker!

Dick!

I don't need somebody who

can't catch reindeer anymore!

Cock inventor!

Bastard!

Who fucked your mother,

a Russian or a Tatar?

Reindeer, sweethearts...

...you see and understand.

...The eye of Torum

watches over us...

Have some tea until

the car comes for you!

Oil was discovered

in your area.

We don't yet know when

we will start pumping it out.

There is oil in three

of four oil derricks.

One derrick ran dry.

The last derrick is still

being drilled, it is no. 4015.

Since you have drilled and

destroyed all around our home,

you should now

pay us subsidies.

Talk to Petja Moldanov

about that.

Petja won't help us.

He only helps those he likes.

Not us.

Petja Moldanov was still in his crib

 

when his father and mother died.

We raised such a man.

Now he doesn't

even come to visit us.

I wouldn't say so. He does

a lot for the good of Khantys.

He helps others, but

we haven't seen his help.

That is your problem.

Hell knows how

we offended him?

Ask him when he visits you!

He is our main representative,

the most important in our area.

The scent of woman is

between heaven and earth,

a fire which seduces and burns.

 

Oh, what a woman. If only I

could get my hands on her...

Take this, it is beautiful!

And don't be angry anymore!

IN TIMES OF OLD, THE KHANTYS TRADED WITH FURS.

NOW THEY ARE ONLY CONSUMERS.

Four...

She said to leave

five in the barn.

I will leave six and take four...

In this world of stars...

...in this seven layered world...

...I turn to you from

here under the sacred tree...

...our Torum, our

God and Father!

I here in a sacred spot and

you beyond seven heavens,

do we know how

to go on living?

My ancestors said: The time

will come when people live

and don't live at all.

That time is at hand.

I am confused and I ask

you how to go on living?

Look at what they

did to your son,

who is seven heavens

below you!

The Russians poked

holes in my body!

And they have covered

my land with holes.

You, the Immortal,

look down for once!

Here is the beginning of life,

the womb of life.

Life begins from between

my home and the sacred tree.

And here it also ends

if you don't see the

suffering of your children.

Why does injustice

go unpunished?

You once called your

clean children away

and sent dirty ones

to replace them.

Why did you do that?

Why don't you send

the White ones back?

How many sacred trees

have the Reds knocked down...

How many sacred places

have they ransacked

leaving only sand

to blow there...

How many times must

I offer you the bottle

for you to hear my prayers?

Perhaps your ears have

become plugged?

Then ask the Russians to

make holes in your ears!

They know how to make holes!

Let those filthy ones

be destroyed!

Let them be killed

and chopped to pieces

so that we would have something

to throw on the garbage dump!

Cheers!

Cheers!

To the health of Mother

Torum and Father Torum!

Don't forget us!

Fire Torum, get drunk, too!

Mother Torum, Mother Earth,

why do you become blacker?

Why do we sink

live to the bottom?

My mother and father, why did

you bring me into this world?

My mother and father,

why did you leave me behind

when you passed away?

Cocksucker!

Onward, onward!

AND THEY LIVED HAPPILY EVER AFTER IN THE UNDERWORLD...

WITH THANKS TO THE FORD FOUNDATION

AND THE MINISTRY OF CULTURE

OF ESTONIA

SUPPORTED BY ORSA BEAR PARK, ESTONIAN TV,

YLEISRADIO, STET, SWELAB, DUART

ASSISTED BY AGNE SANDER, MARIE SOOSAAR, KERSTI UIBO,

PEETER TAMMISTO, MIHKEL RISTIKIVI, ARKO OKK, MART OTSA,

VALENTIN KUIK, HENN HEINSOO

DIRECTED BY MARK SOOSAAR

PRODUCED BY WEIKO SAAWA FILM, ESTONIA