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Part Two

Why are you closed? Open up!

Wait.

Why are you in a sledge, my dear?

We left Arkhangelsk in a blizzard.

- And we have far to go. - What have you got there?

The Tsar's presents from overseas.

Throw the cover away.

It's some case, looking like a coffin.

Open it.

Oh, holy Christ!

In Moscow even bandits get swollen from hunger,

and they bring some vermin.

That's no better - some cut stone, as if we don't have enough of it here.

Tsar Peter has vanished overseas.

People say Lefort found a German looking like him,

tall as a verst, too,

and he passes him off as Peter.

They say he'll rule himself instead of Peter, and stir trouble in Moscow.

They're going to ban our old faith.

They got our Tsarevna Sophia locked up in a convent,

and themselves, look what they're doing!

Tsarevna Sophia used to feed us, no less that eight times in a year.

And the Tsarevna's sisters gave us food, too.

After the fast ended, they gave beef tongues to common people.

Meatjelly! Chicken and porridge!

Those were the tsars!

And now they buy kikimoras overseas

for our money.

Eat them, my dear people!

Help yourselves!

What are you doing here, Orthodox people?

Looking at the Tsar's presents.

Why are you delaying him? Let him go.

Open up!

They also say that the top Boyars,

those who often go to Kukui and are chummy with foreigners,

wanted to strangle Tsarevich Alexei.

But those close to him put another man in his place.

The Boyars got angry and began to slap the young Tsaritsa on her cheeks.

As for the Tsar, nobody knows if he's alive or dead.

But he's sending those presents.

Who knows who's sending them.

It's not for nothing there's word among people

that if we streltsy don't stand up for Moscow,

there would be no Moscow at all.

Oh God, my dears...

All right, go on.

Let's give him a hand, men!

Verka!

Watch out, Verka, it's my life in here.

If you lose it, better not come back.

Don't you worry, Mother Tsaritsa, I'll deliver it safely.

Go, then.

Save me, O Lord.

God Lord Jesus Christ, the Heavenly Mother of God!

Forgive my sinful soul.

It's not for myself,

but for the holy, rightful cause that I'm intervening.

Stretch forth Your All-Mighty Hand,

protect our troops

that have risen up for Russia and our faith.

O Lord!

Everybody here?

Listen, streltsy!

The Tsarevna Sophia Alexeyevna is writing to us.

Streltsy!

It's become known to me

that only few of your regiments

had come to Moscow.

So all your four regiments are to come to Moscow,

camp by the Devichy Monastery

and beg me to go to Moscow

to rule instead of the present one.

And if the troops that stand by the monastery

don't let you go to Moscow,

you are to get the better of them, beat them,

and be in Moscow.

Sophia.

Do we do it?

We've already decided, haven't we?

Whoa, my dear!

What's this?

Where're you going?

To the Monarch Prince. It's a matter of state.

Prince.

I've been riding all night from Sychovka that's near New Jerusalem.

- It's horrible news. - From Sychovka?

Are you drunk? Don't you know your rank?

Four regiments of streltsy are coming to Moscow.

They must be already at the Istra. They move slowly, with carts.

Tell the archimandrite to hurry up.

- I will. - Where's Shein?

Alexei Semyonovich.

- You heard what's going on? - What is it?

Four regiments of streltsy are coming to Moscow, already at the Istra.

Take Gordon's regiment, the Preobrazhensky, the Semyonovsky...

Take everybody you can get, and hurry.

Stop them at the Istra, don't let them come to Moscow.

Sure thing.

After the service, I want to see everybody.

O Lord, everything's in thy hands, do not let it happen.

Wake up the men.

Begin the crossing, guys!

Streltsy!

Streltsy!

The great Tsar Pyotr Alexeyevich

is on his way to Moscow now.

Who is riding over there? Can it be our father Tsar?

That's him.

Yes, him.

Risen from the dead to our misfortune.

Now he'll go raging in Moscow.

Right, he'll sure do.

The streltsy blood will be flowing.

What shall we do, sire?

We'll do what we ought to.

Farewell, good people!

Make way, Tsar, I'll lie down here.

That's it, Nikita.

You shouldn't have rebelled.

What, Boyars?

Why are you so shy?

Well, Orthodox people, you have been missing me?

Where's your beard?

You dare grinning? Get out of here now!

Quiet, you there!

What a bitch! The Kukui Tsaritsa Anna Mons!

And our own lawful Tsaritsa Yevdokiya Fyodorovna

was taken in a simple sledge to a convent in Suzdal

for good, to shed tears there.

You should wipe your feet.

They drink for a kopeck, but leave dirt for a ruble.

Why are you staring?

Brothers.

Treat me to a drink, will you.

I feel parched. Gave away my cross for a drink yesterday.

- Who are you? - Ondryushka Golikov.

We're from Palekh, been icon painters from the olden times.

Here, take it.

May Christ save you.

They executed the streltsy. All right.

That's the Tsar's business, not ours, but...

That's just it - but. That's it!

Now an ukase: take all streltsy off the wall and out of town by Easter.

- There're about 8,000 of them. - Eight hundred.

Eight thousand.

Right, but where do we get the carts? The moujik is to take the rap again?

Fools are born to do the donkeywork.

What do you know, man...

Don't spill it.

To your health!

The moujik is a fool,

but the moujik understands...

No, my dears.

They squeeze the moujik dry.

He pays quit-rent, he pays for serfdom, he gives to the Boyar for food,

he pays for his piece of land, he pays road tax,

he goes to the market - he pays...

All right.

Now we have to give horses for the Tsar's convoy.

And they want us to give them bread, too.

Count how many homesteads are left in the village.

Where are all the rest?

Everybody's willing to run where they have full board and lodging.

The moujik is a fool until his belly is full.

But if you pull his last from under his ass...

The moujik changes his bast shoes and goes wherever he wants.

Go and look for him!

Should go north,

to the hermitage of holy starets Nektary.

We'll decide where we go.

Should go there, dear, only there. It's peace and quiet there!

Those who go there, will stay alive.

All right, then. And the tobacco?

In what books was it written that a man must swallow smoke?

You know who spits smoke from his mouth.

What?

For forty eight thousand rubles,

all the towns, the whole Siberia

was farmed out to the Englishman Carmartenov, to sell tobacco.

And that ukase to smoke this hellish nicotiana grass.

Whose work is that?

And what about tea and coffee?

May it be damned, that lust of the Antichrist!

Hi, Ovdokim.

Hello, lvan.

Long time no see, ataman.

Are you begging?

Out of sickness.

I've had my fun in the woods, now I'm too old for that.

I've had it - time to die.

Don't be in a hurry to.

Greetings to you from the Don.

You mean they still remember me?

It's not the right time to forget. Here.

And I was going to rest.

Not yet. Not yet.

Oh, Versailles!

You had to see that paradise on earth, Anna,

those huge windows lit by millions of candles!

Those spouting fountains.

The most Christian king Louis in a chair.

Leaning against his chair is a lady in a black domino,

with its hood over her eyes.

Everything seems to be colored with the gold of glory.

Oh, Kenigsek, I can't believe it's not a dream.

The lady in a domino, is she the queen?

She's Madame de Maintenon, the king's favorite,

a woman who makes ministers and the court tremble.

Why doesn't the king marry Madame de Maintenon?

Fraulein Anna, can a queen

compare in power with a favorite?

Oh, Kenigsek, most important is to know that happiness can be lasting.

You need a true friend, my lovely child.

You have nobody to confide in.

You can confide in me.

I'll be delighted to give myself to you.

In what capacity are you offering yourself? I don't understand you.

I'm not sure that I should even listen to you.

Look, that Mons woman. It's her carriage.

- Must be with her Kenigsek. - You don't say!

- What a shameless woman! - You didn't know?

All Moscow have been whispering about that Kenigsek.

Boyar's wife Volkova!

Mishka, take all this away.

Boyar's wife Volkova is here.

Boyar's wife Volkova...

Five years ago, that Boyar's wife Volkova was called Sanka,

who wiped her snot with a torn skirt.

Ah, Alexandra lvanovna!

Come on in. Sit down, be our guest.

Bonjour, pryncess.

S'il vous plait, have a cup of coffee.

Thank you.

Misha, pour a cup of coffee, and bring it on a tray.

- You're really going to drink it? - Thank you.

Good heavens...

Just look at her coif!

Must be on whalebone.

And they put rags and sticks in ours.

Beautiful! I can't take my eyes off.

It's a real pain in the neck about the coiffeur -just one in all Moscow.

On Shrovetide, dames had to wait for a week,

and those who got a hairdo in good time, slept on a chair.

I asked father to bring a coiffeur from Amsterdam.

My best regards to the honorable lvan Artemyevich.

Thank you.

How is his linen factory going?

I've meant to take a look at it, it's a new, interesting business.

Father is finishing his new house.

He invites everybody for the housewarming, that's why I came.

Thank you.

Vasya's in Voronezh now, with the Tsar.

We know, we know, Alexandra lvanovna.

I got a letter from Vasya the other day.

They may send my Vasya to Paris.

What does he write? Anything about the Tsar?

Sorry, I learned to read not long ago.

Good day, Sashenka, my darling, may you be well for many years to come.

Our business in Voronezh is going on.

Soon we'll launch the ships in the Don,

and our living here will come to an end.

I don't want to frighten you, but...

I heard from other people

that the Tsar wants to send me with the ambassadors to...

the Hague, and then on to Paris.

I don't know what to think of it -

it's pretty far and a bit scary.

Herr Peter sends you his greetings, he remembered you at supper lately.

He works day and night,

in the yard, like a common laborer.

He himself forges nails and...

clamps, and himself...

...caulks them.

Don't even have time to shave beards,

for he hastens everybody, and drives men dead tired.

But we've built our fleet.

Then go amorous things.

Written by Vasya.

Yeah... sure, the fleet...

He forges himself, caulks himself.

Doesn't know what to do with his strength.

When the Tsar is back for the holiday, I'll throw myself at his feet.

I want to go to Paris.

What horror! You scare me.

To Paris? It must be bad there.

Oh no!

I'm so bored in Moscow!

I would just go running abroad.

Tsarevna Natalya Alexeyevna has a Frenchman living at her place.

He teaches manners. He teaches me, too.

The stories he tells!

Every night I dream

that I'm dancing the minuvet in a crimson bodice,

I dance better than anyone else,

my head is going round and round, the gentlemen make way,

and suddenly the king Louis approaches and gives me a rose.

It's so boring in Moscow now.

Thank God they took the streltsy off the walls, I'm scared of the dead.

Lieutenant Brovkin is here.

Franz loannovich Lefort is dying.

Oh, God...

Oh, my goodness...

Everything's in God's hands.

Such a misfortune.

Great misfortune!

There'll be no other friend like him.

Couldn't die for seven days.

As though he waited for the Tsar, may he rest in peace.

Coming.

I can see.

You're rejoicing.

My condolences.

Franz is gone.

I can't understand it.

He was a bad admiral, but he was worth a whole fleet.

I'll never have a friend like him.

All I have left is Aleksashka and you.

Oh, Peter...

Peter, you haven't eaten all day.

I'll go fry your favorite sausage.

Boyar Volkov and his wife!

Boyar Volkov and his wife!

Couldn't you order them to ride slowly? That road got all my insides shaken.

Oh God, what a woman you are! A downright nuisance!

No peace, no quiet. You neither sleep nor eat.

Can't even speak like a human being.

Why do you want to go to the end of the earth? What for?

To dance the minuvet with kings? Are you sure they'd like to?

Only because it's my parents' house that I'm listening to you now.

Oh, Alexandra, I'm being very patient.

You may yell. What do I care?

Instead of grumbling, you'd better practice swords.

What for?

You'll know what for when you come to Paris.

Boyar Streshnev and his wife!

Boyar Streshnev and his wife!

A good house.

No worse that mine.

- Better than ours. - Ours cannot even compare.

Hush, women, know your place. Don't rush ahead of men.

Go do something.

Oh, my goodness...

Of course, the Tsar knows better, trying to keep up with Europe.

But it's no good dragging girls from house to house.

That's how it is, Roman Borisovich.

Come in, pryncess.

Who is this?

I guess, Bacchus.

And what's she doing?

It's Danae lying down, with a cupid at her feet.

This man with a cow's legs, he's got horns too, is a satyr.

What's that he got?

You shouldn't scowl, Olga. It's a fig leaf, they always draw it.

And this is Cupid,

he wants to pierce her with an arrow.

She's crying, she doesn't want to live.

Her sweetheart had an amour with her, and sailed away.

See the sail?

It's called " Ariadne the Deserted" .

You should memorize all that.

The dancing partners keep asking about Greek gods.

We would memorize it, but we haven't got the book,

and father won't give as much as a kopeck for it.

Presenter mine younger brother Artamosha.

Princess Antonida.

Princess Olga.

Princess Natalya.

How often do you do plaisir?

The other day we danced at the Naryshkins'

It was such a succes, so hot.

We changed dresses three times.

Why do we never see you?

I'm too young.

Father is afraid he'll get naughty. But he's so deft at dancing.

And the way he speaks French, you'll be spellbound!

Let's go to the music.

Ah, the children...

Where did you have your son broken in?

We have teachers coming.

We're in the public eye. Didn't get it by birth, have to get it other ways.

Yeah, it's time to crawl out of our crevices.

And the Tsar is not pleased:

you just rake in the money, he says, so go out of your way.

Raking in, what do you know!

Sanka alone costs me a lot. But there she is, for all to see.

A smart woman, that's right.

The Tsar!

Artemyich did flash his purse.

- Thank you for the honor, sire! - Hello, lvan.

I came to take a look. They say you built a fine house.

We're doing our best, sire.

I can see it's good. A real paradise, isn't it, Danilych?

Very good, mein Herz. A paradise, a real paradise.

Highly commendable, lvan Artemyevich.

- Good evening, Your Majesty. - Alexandra lvanovna.

My father got another son.

The youngest, named Artamon.

- Ivan! - What?

- Show your son. - Just a minute, sire.

Artamon!

Artamon!

See how people should live?

And what about you?

You fenced in half of Moscow for your courtyard,

but never even thought of planting a nice and useful kitchen garden.

- I will, father Tsar. - I know you!

The buildings are falling down!

But you, the devils, won't move your ass to prop them up!

You're too lazy to answer the call of nature in a decent place.

I will prop it, father Tsar.

Avdotya Nikitichna, I'm sorry, I didn't say hello to you.

Pyotr Alexeyevich, come on, scold us, the fools.

I'll tell you, in the village of Vovchuga,

two common men, Osip and Fyodor Bazhenin,

built a water sawing mill, to cut wood into boards.

They built it themselves, without any overseas craftsmen.

What's most precious is the initiative.

Demidych!

Here, I've brought you this man.

Nikita Demidych Antufyev, a common blacksmith from Tula,

he makes pistols and guns that are no inferior to the English ones.

He casts iron, prospects for ores in the Urals.

Talk to him, dear merchants.

Think about it. And I'm his friend.

Here he is, sire, my youngest.

Why are you hiding this fine fellow from me?

I'm struggling desperately, and there they are!

- Can you read and write? - He can.

Good gracious. What else?

I know French and German, too, reading and writing fluently.

- That's something! - And in Dutch, too.

Ivan! Thank you for the present, brother.

But say goodbye to your son now.

You won't regret it. Soon I'll be making them counts for their brains!

Are you hiding anyone else from me here?

No, it's my last, the fourth son, that I'm giving to you.

Don't be sad. All your sons are doing useful things.

See, your Alyoshka has been sent to the North.

They closed themselves in under lock and barrel.

I guess they're going to burn themselves.

Come on!

Those are just fairy tales.

Why fairy tales? Father Nektary is here.

My children.

It has come to pass.

The end is coming.

And we'll ascend, my children, in a fiery flame above the church.

Lieutenant, we can break in all together, can't we?

No, we shouldn't break in. We should do it peacefully.

Right, they may have straw and a barrel of gunpowder in there.

You must be careful.

There's another gate here. It must be nailed shut, too.

- Shall we take a look? - Come on.

God will forgive.

Give me your blessing, Father.

God will forgive.

God will forgive.

God will forgive.

Brothers and sisters, do you hear? They're breaking the gates.

The diabolical army of the antichrist Tsar!

His servants came here for your souls.

God will forgive.

God will forgive.

We'll burn down, but we will live forever!

People, people, what are you doing...

- I have to go. - So soon?

They may need me any minute.

So, my beautiful child, all my hope is in you.

In your influence on the Tsar.

Good evening, Annushka.

I've brought guests.

Herr Johann Patkul. General Karlovitch.

Come in, gentlemen, you may feel here as at my home.

We'll continue our conversation at supper.

Oh, Peter, I'm so glad you've come.

I'll go and make arrangements.

I hope I don't have to introduce Monsieur Ambassador.

You seem to have frequented my woman lately, Monsieur Ambassador.

The mortals sacrificing doves and flowers to the Goddess Venus

are not to be punished.

We know that goddess.

Danilych, show the house to our guests.

We shall, mein Herz.

Please.

Annushka.

Come sit by me.

Do you love me, Annushka?

Oh, Peter...

Peter, we won't have to go to so much expenses

if you warn me beforehand about the arrival of guests.

Let's go, our guests are waiting.

Oh, Peter, you don't wear your wig again.

Come on, Danilych, pour water on my hands.

Whatever wig I may wear,

I can't compete with King August.

He's too fabulous and magnificent!

And we spend time at a smithy and at a stable.

Entertain our guests, Annushka.

How long have you been in Moscow?

I arrived in Moscow a week ago, from Riga.

General Karlovitch a little earlier, from Warsaw.

General Karlovitch has the honor to represent

the interests of my king, August.

It's gratifying to know that the noble lady

enjoys the confidence of the young monarch.

Of course, after Europe it feels lonely in Moscow.

But, God willing, we'll soon make peace with Turkey,

make everybody wear German and Hungarian clothes,

and clear Moscow of bandits.

Please, gentlemen, come to the table.

Could this sauce be made of Kenigsek's pigeons

that he brings to your Venus altar?

You're joking as usual, Your Majesty.

Gentlemen, to the health and prosperity

of His Majesty, the Tsar of all Russia!

Sire, with your permission, let's get back to our conversation...

To my dear friend, the Polish King August!

Your pigeons seem to...

smell of pigs, Monsieur Ambassador.

Sire, you have a chance now, as never before,

to get your hold on the Baltic Sea

and take Ingria and Karelia from the Swedes,

those primordial Russian lands.

Consolidating your hold on the Baltic, go out to the Mediterranean

and, establishing yourself in the sea, attain world glory,

start trading with Holland, England, Spain and Portugal,

and do what no European monarch has been able to -

create a new trade route

between East and West, going through Moscovia.

You'd be able to establish ties with the monarchs of all Christian states,

have your word in European politics

and become the third maritime power.

Now or never.

Now or never.

Why now?

Are we on fire or what?

To war with the Swedes is a big undertaking.

Their army is the best in Europe.

Couldn't you give me a better advice?

It's easy to beat the Swedes today.

Last year General Karlovitch was in Stockholm,

and he saw what kind of a king they got.

Yes, I visited them.

Charles Xll is a fool.

He is not a king.

He's like a woman, all in bows,

thinking only of hunting and dancing.

Squandered the public purse on masquerades.

In a word, he's a lion without teeth.

Such a king can be beaten by our Preobrazhensky Regiment alone.

And this, Annushka, is none of your business.

You better go and order to give us more wine.

It's too early for us to get embroiled in the European mess.

The Turks give us no peace.

The Black Sea will give you nothing for promoting trade.

All right, we'll talk about it later.

Danilych.

Fill up the glasses.

To the health of our dear guests!

This Moselle wine is pretty strong.

In the company of such a charming young lady,

one can get drunk without wine, and drink without getting drunk.

I see Bacchus is sure getting to you, Monsieur Ambassador.

Danilych, fill up that goblet.

To the goddess Venus you have so much liking for.

I'll be absolutely drunk, sire.

According to the Russian tradition, you can't refuse the tsar.

Right, Danilych. Good for you.

To the health...

...of the Kukui nymph.

Your health, Annushka.

General?

No.

You must, General.

Everybody drinks bottoms up.

Your health, Anna loanovna.

It's nothing! To the beautiful ladies!

You're all Dutch courage. Shall I pour more?

He's sick.

I've been attracted to everything beautiful and elegant since childhood.

The most gallant man in all Moscow.

Peter, don't do it.

We should give him something.

Kenigsek.

I'm here, Your Majesty.

What were you bragging about to Hamilton?

I didn't brag, Your Majesty.

You're lying, you did.

You said you treasure this thing more than the salvation of your soul.

What is that thing?

I don't remember saying that.

Perhaps I was speaking of my snuffbox, sire.

It's of French workmanship.

Show it.

It's in my carriage. I'll go bring it.

I love good workmanship.

Danilych.

Go with the ambassador, so that he doesn't run away.

Oh, no, I'll go alone.

He's absolutely soused.

Where's Kenigsek?

He ran for his box. He'll be right back.

Go look what's going on.

Oh, it's so late!

Excuse us, sire, it's time to go home.

Thank you for your hospitality, Your Majesty.

What is it?

Too bad, sire, Kenigsek missed a step on the stairs. He's unconscious.

Never mind, he'll come to. I myself will take him home.

Why are you standing? You got any medicine?

Bring everything you got. I'll see to it.

We hope to see you again, Your Majesty.

We hope so very much.

Maybe.

She's a trash, mein Herz. I've meant to tell you for a long time.

A bitch. A slut.

Shut up! Don't you dare!

Get out!

Everything will be alright, mein Herz. Have some Hungarian wine.

You fool! Your place is in the hencoop!

It's over.

Hold it! Come on! Come on!

There you go!

Place it closer, closer.

Come on, strike!

There we go.

The fluke.

The fluke! Damn it...

Yes! Damn!

Hold it! Closer!

Never mind, Pyotr Alexeyevich, it happens.

But next time don't brandish the tongs so.

Or you can hurt someone

and get the welding into the anvil.

I was flogged for this.

Mein Herz, the grand ambassadors are here.

Danilych, help the grand ambassador up.

I'll get up myself.

What have I done to merit your ire, father Tsar?

Don't be angry, Prokofy. I'm tired.

I've read your letters. You wrote to me not to be angry.

I'm not angry. You were doing your work honestly, though the old way.

Englishmen, Romans...

All right, it was the last time that you went bowing down.

We're standing here and think that Europe's looking at us.

No. To them, we're an insignificant politician,

even not a politician at all.

This is our politician.

We'll fit you up with a ship, named " The Fortress" .

And you'll go straight to Constantinople by the Black Sea.

What are you saying, father Tsar? The Turks will never let us.

Who's going to ask them?

Let them try to catch up with you.

So you're our hope.

If you obtain the permanent peace with the great Sultan,

you'll earn the praise of the entire Russian state.

The more so, my praise.

At your service, sire.

God be with you!

The Tsar is tired. Later, later.

We're very flattered by your visit, Admiral.

It's a great honor for me

to see the Russian navy in our Kerch.

There's word that the Tsar himself has arrived with the fleet.

It's by far not the entire Russian fleet.

And the Tsar has more important business to attend.

How do you like the harbor?

At first sight, it's quite suitable, well closed from the winds.

We don't keep a big fleet here, in Kerch.

We have no one to fear.

But in the Sea of Marmara, the Sultan has really powerful ships.

The cannons aboard them can hurl stone balls weighing three poods.

Our ships don't use stone balls.

We fire cast-iron balls weighing 30 pounds.

They can hole an enemy ship from side to side.

A very...

...beautiful frigate.

It must be moving fast.

Yes, all these ships accompanied the grand ambassador to Kerch.

As you know, he's heading for Istanbul aboard the " Fortress" ,

to meet His Majesty the Sultan.

Does he suppose to go all the way by the sea?

It's extremely dangerous.

The Black Sea is a treacherous sea.

Nothing can be too dangerous

for the sake of making a good peace, Admiral.

Please.

- What's this? - The farewell salvo.

Too bad Franz is gone. He would have been pleased.

With this ship, we can go to any sea!

The Russian fleet may be burdensome for us now, but later!..

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