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С одной стороны, я сейчас проверил, и Ультрадокс уже перевел. Разумеется, с летающей рекламой. Чистого варианта на Руторе или где-то еще нет.

https://ultradox.media/49743-v-ruke-dante-2025.html

С другой стороны, это кино с дохуя специфической лексикой. А официальных сабов (из того же источника, что и видео) к нему нет.

На OpenSubtitles есть вот эти подходящие сабы, я посмотрел с ними:

https://www.opensubtitles.org/en/subtitleserve/sub/13220728

Но это очевидное распознавание нейросеткой на слух из аудиодорожки. Это намного лучше, чем ничего, но у фильма сложный язык, и тут регулярно обсирается не только нейросетка, но с непривычки 100% обосрется и человек. Я не верю, что Ультрадокс или кто-то еще осилит перевод за сутки без офиц референса.

- Upon the ground Thou starest. Is it hell that welcomes Thyne eye, or will Thou gaze heavenward? Beware, lest Thy wondering eye fall upon your wife's despair.

- O, Light Eternal. That alone abidest in Thyself, alone knowest Thyself, and, known to Thyself and knowing, lovest and smilest on Thyself.

- We must not mistake the revelation that our being is bereft for the delusion that we have lost that of which we've always been bereft. Such a revelation is a blessing, it's not to be mourned.
- Countless words of love have I read that flowed from my pen, like drool from the mouth of one asleep. And yet, not one for her, who has born me daughter and sons, and have born my fate of exile and hers as well. What do I know of love? My heart is but counterfeit. I have put half of humankind in hell, and with like strokes of quill looked down upon them aloof and unreachable like God.
- Oh, God is not aloof. Everything that breeds is God. God is man.
- This is heresy.
- Think not of it as trespass. Think of it as entry. Because yes, every man's true and only savior dwells within himself, whether he discovers him and be saved, or discovers him not and be damned.
- And God is..?
- Aura, anima. Breath and soul. It's a breeze. Sophia. Wisdom. Under every name, wisdom is feminine. She is a woman. And she was betrayed by the very verses with which you wrote her chains. You dared to give form to the formless.
- Chains to the breeze...
- Well, this breath is the only gift to see, one life we have. And there's no promise of the next. Life is but a breeze, a child brought to the grave after but a few summers, may, having drawn but a single breath under the sky of illimitableness, be said to have lived a longer and fuller life than he, even if he be king, who is reckoned to have a hundred years. You know what our main folly is?
- Tell me.
- Tempus fugit. Time flies. That is what they say. But it is breath that is the winged thing. It is breath that flies. Time is the folly of our own vain-making and delusion, this anxiety that has come to rule the pulse and rob the breath. We have been given the infinite and we have turned from it. In ever-increasing haste and lifelessness it makes its way to the idiot pyre whose graceless [???] command a greater awe than to the perfect rotations of the eternal heavens themselves.