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COSMOS STUDIO

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A COSMOS STUDIO PRODUCTION

WRITTEN BY ARIF ALIEV

DIRECTED BY DMITRIY IOSIFOV

CAMERA DIRECTOR MAXIM SHINKORENKO

ART DIRECTOR SERGEY VOROBIEV

MAKEUP ARTIST - ARTEM DEMIDOV, COSTUME DESIGNER - SVETLANA MOSKVINA

MUSIC BY NIKOLAY ROSTOV CASTING DIRECTOR - VALERIA GANKINA

EDITOR-IN-CHIEF - SERGEY KOZIN POST-PRODUCTION BY NONNA ARISTARKHOVA

SOUND DIRECTORS VLADIMIR LITROVNIK, ANNA IVANTSOVA

PICTURE EDITORS OLGA GRINSHPUN, GLEB ROSS

EXECUTIVE PRODUCERS LILIA CHEKSTER, SYUZANNA MUAZEN

ASSOCIATE PRODUCER ANASTASIA KORETSKAYA

LEAD PRODUCER DMITRIY GOLUBICHNY

PRODUCERS - ALEXANDER AKOPOV, ANTON ZLATOPOLSKY, NATALIA SHEIDOROVA

IN REMEMBRANCE OF EXECUTIVE PRODUCER ALEXEI KUBLITSKY

PAVEL PETROVICH - PAVEL TABAKOV NIKITA PANIN - SERGEY KOLTAKOV

YEMELYAN PUGACHEV - ARTHUR IVANOV PRINCESS TARAKANOVA - ANGELINA STRECHINA

STEPAN SHESHKOVSKY - MIKHAIL GOREVOY ALEXEI ORLOV - ARTEM ALEXEEV

ANDREY RAZUMOVSKY - ALEXANDER TKACHIOV NATALIA ALEXEIEVNA - ALINA TOMNIKOV

GRIGORY POTEMKIN - VLADIMIR YAGLICH GAVRIIL DERZHAVIN - DANILA DUNAYEV

EKATERINA NELIDOVA - DIANA MILYUTINA LEFEBVRE - IGOR GARBUZOV

KAZIMIERZ OGIŃSKI - ARTEM KRETOV MICHAŁ OGIŃSKI - DANIIL SLUTSKY

MARIA KAROLINA - OLGA MAKEEVA FERDINAND - SERGEY TESSLER

DENIS FONVIZIN - KUZMA SAPRYKIN ADAM OLSUFIEV - STANISLAV STRELKOV

EKATERINA THE GREAT MARINA ALEKSANDROVA

EKATERINA: PRETENDERS

ON THE ROAD TO VALDAY

Wine!

Bludov, stop it. If you're losing, then keep being a human.

I'm following your advice. As you say, 'Drink all day".

But I, having slept until noon, smoked tobacco and drank coffee;

Changing the holidays to weekdays,

I wander in the chimeras of my thoughts...

That's famous! Good poem! You're a real man, Derzhavin!

We're drinking a toast to you!

What is the sum? What do you put on the line?

- Sum? - Sum.

Is that all?

Ivan Yakovlevich, put your violin on the line.

Take my soul! \ But don't touch my violin!

- Can I report? - Yes, but keep it short.

The Empress is coming here.

Wait, wait, wait. And we care because?

She's just passing by.

She'll stop here. Policeman on duty told me. Special messenger told him.

It is not suitable for her to stay here. She should stay at the convent.

- What? Won't she go to convent? - No, Your Honor.

So she doesn't want to mess with priests.

I know, my dear Ivan Yakovlevich, that we are in rough shape.

Dress up!

Gavrila Romanovich, I have to bounce back!

- What? The Empress is here, hurry up! - Gavrila Romanovich, the card is lucky!

That's all, let's go!

Warmest greetings to empress from Valday's people!

Gentlemen. Go!

Did policeman on duty said?

- My dear. - Grisha.

Your Majesty, we're so happy!

You're the first monarch to stay in Valday.

- Why is it so roomless here? - You are welcome to all we have.

Peter the Great camped out with soldiers.

He didn't care where to sleep during campaigns,

he was too focused on his mission.

But our people are used to living better now.

Do you think that I'm so tender, so I can't sleep here? No.

Today you will make sure that I can.

Darling, maybe we should go to the monastery?

I don't want to. I don't want to be beholden to them.

Where are the officers, that we sent? Or didn't they come here yet?

They came here, Your Excellency. You dumped them in my lap.

- Call them. - Yes, sir.

This is an honour!

Andrey, what is it?

- Why are you bleak? - Challenge to a duel. From Gartenberg.

I don't understand. You were friends. What are you at odds about?

- The daughter of the senator Yelagin. - Did you start this?

Alright, you have to make peace.

Father, let me deal with it.

I understand that accepting a challenge is an affair of honour.

But it's okay for friends to make peace.

It's impossible.

It's impossible if one of them wants to die.

Andrey, I don't have many sons. I won't let this happen.

You'll make an apology and Anatole will accept it.

How are you going to do it? He won't listen to you.

Of course, he won't. I'll talk with someone else.

Who are you?

Second lieutenant Blu...

Lieutenant Gavrila Romanovich Derzhavin

and second lieutenant Ivan Yakovlevich Bludov.

We're supervising officers for highway and mail staging posts Zimogory-Valday.

Shame on you, gentlemen!

Your appearance is an offence to the uniform of an officer.

Your Excellency, we didn't know.

We didn't even think that Your Majesty would stay in such a terrible place.

I'm sorry, that you're not appointed to guard the private room of empress.

- How can you explain carousing? - Your Excellency, it's the city.

This city is very debauched. It is very hard to resist the temptation.

- What is your surname? - Bludov. Bludov Ivan Yakovlevich.

God marked the rascal.

You're right, Your Majesty.

I've had many troubles because of my surname.

Your Majesty, decide what to do with them.

Gentlemen don't officiate. They don't go outside.

They carouse with wenches at night, sleep during the day.

They gamble at cards in the evening, cheaters mind you.

I can't give them marching orders, they're the sovereign's servants.

Who is he to call us cheaters? We're men of honour.

- Your Excellency, he has stacked deck. - Silence! Demote and transport them!

- Grisha. - Your Majesty.

He is Gavrila Derzhavin. He was drinking only for inspiration.

He made an ode for you. Let him recite.

Recite it, but if I don't like it, you'll be transported.

Your Majesty, let me stand up. I need to recite with a flourish.

Alright.

Oh, Holy truth, from loftiness of yours, Inhale in me your strength, your power;

The time of straining voice for singing, Please be a companion to me!

To sound in the Great Empire, It's very glorious and wondrous for me.

To raise the lyre of poet In praise of splendid Empress.

She is more jewel for the throne Than even humbleness of people.

She's a real masterpiece of God, She's just like Peter!

She's just like him in all!

Listen to my piece of writing now.

Delight of kings and earthly kingdoms, Tranquility beloved by all,

The bliss of hamlets, shield of cities, How fair and purposive you are!

About you flowers gaily blossom And ears of corn in fields turn yellow.

With treasure laden ships set out And dare the oceans with your favor,

With hand so bountiful you scatter Your riches all about the earth.

- Your Majesty. - Bravo.

- Whose ode is better? - Mine.

I'm sorry, but yours is written by

Mikhail Vasilyevich Lomonosov to Elizaveta Petrovna.

My ode is better, because it's written to you.

You're such a scallywag!

Frankly speaking I was waiting to hear an ode in my honor,

but I didn't expect to find this treasure here. In such place.

Grigory Alexandrovich, what should I do with them?

It is easy. Piece of writing is going to print.

The poet is going to be transported.

Your Majesty, send us to the war with the Turks.

Your Majesty, we will wash away guilt with blood.

- You'll be of no use there. - Then send us to quell a rebellion.

We'll catch the impostor for you, he'll be in chains.

Your Majesty, we'll bring him in a cage!

In a very tiny cage, so he can't even straighten himself up.

Your Majesty, forgive me, please.

I see you're minter, too. You burst my boiler, buffoons.

Go to Orenburg to catch the impostor.

My God, Your Majesty. God, save the Empress!

Send your ode to the magazine "All Sorts and Sundries".

My pieces of writing are printed there, too.

Your Majesty, Empress, thank you. God bless you.

You showed mercy in vain, Empress.

Word will get around.

Maybe.

But if Derzhavin doesn't go on the bottle and forced labour camp,

his poems will make him famous.

Not bad, not bad.

But I have to point out to add ermine fur on the visite.

Then you have to bring it. It's impossible to paint it from memory.

Then I have to hold the sum back of your fee.

I spent all my money on it.

Let it be so.

I'll copy it from Portrait of Doge Loredan, he wears ermine fur head-to-toe.

Moreover, here is her mother, the Russian Empress.

Add some features to portrait in order to make them look similar.

Even I see that they're not similar. These two women are very different.

Believe in similarity. They're mother and daughter.

You just have to make other people believe.

Havent you heard of the expression, "The Artist's magic brush"?

I know that magic can't be free.

Have a heart! I'll order two dozen of good copies.

The fee is like for the original picture, but there will be less work.

It'll be enough to buy brushes, canvas and even canvas-stretchers.

God bestowed me with the gift of painting not to make copies.

Come on, senior Gvardi, we have heard a lot about your boasting.

If you're afraid to scare away the Muse, take into service an apprentice.

How much longer?

I don't see another way, except the duel.

What will you win, if my son is killed?

The reputation of my daughter will be restored.

Ivan Perfilievich, it doesn't make any sense.

You're a mature person, you're the director of Imperial theaters,

but when you start talking...

Reputation, duel. It's the tales of young people, they didn't have enough fighting.

When we were young we were happy to be alive.

But they're sad that they didn't die yesterday. I doesn't make any sense.

- Andrey promised to marry. - Viola already has a fiance.

She doesn't want to marry him. Don't you think about your daughter's happiness?

I do. That's why, I don't want her to marry your son.

- Yes? - Yes.

But Gartenberg has to pay a dowry.

Your son has to pay, too.

Ivan Perfilievich, my son's life is more precious to me than money.

Alright, I'll take on his debts. You don't have to pay.

Your daughter will be happy in marriage.

Nobody will die, you won't become poor.

What do you think?

Kirill Grigorievich, you son has to publicly apologize.

Of course. Everything will be according to the rules of a duel.

Andrey will offer an apology, Anatole will accept it.

Anatole's father owes me.

So let's drink to the happiness of our children, but not to their funeral.

Agreed.

How dare you? I am a famous artist.

We know, who you are, maestro Gvardi, that's why we want to buy this portrait.

- My offer is 20 zecchins. - I can't give it to you.

- I'll make a copy. - We need the original picture.

20 for the masterpiece? It's ridiculous!

I earned more when I was an apprentice.

I'm not bargaining, maestro Francesco Guardi.

Current price is your life.

What about the 20 zecchins?

My self-proclaimed relative will soon take Moscow according to newspapers.

These newspapers told that Ottomans smashed Russia a year ago.

It is as true, as the ruler of Poland is genius.

If he is so powerful, then we will fight with him, but not Ekaterina.

Just imagine, pan Kazimierz,

the grandchildren of Peter the Great

turn the imposter German away from the throne.

And then kill each other. He is the real daredevil.

You are the only one, Your Majesty.

You can consider only yourself as the true descendant of Peter the Great.

True descendant of Peter the Great? I'm glad to hear it from you.

There is a visitor for you, a gentleman from Russia.

- Who is he? - Shuvalov.

Call him. If he's the person I think of, then he can be useful for us.

He's the former favourite of Empress Elizaveta, your mother.

He is in disfavor now. Don't worry, I know him.

So we meet, my child.

I'm so happy to see you.

- Make yourself comfortable. - Thank you.

Why did Nikita Ivanovich decide to invite you at night?

- Can't he wait until morning? - Luka, it's not your business.

- When thе cat's away the mice will play. - What?

There is no order without Empress.

Luka, it's not your business.

Nikita Ivanovich is my tutor. I can see him every time I want.

And anyway, why do I have to explain myself to you?

Nice to see you, your Highness. Let me introduce my brother,

general en chef, Pyotr Ivanovich Panin.

It seems like I know you.

We met long ago, Your Highness, you were younger.

Since then I had been achieving glory for Russia and the Empress at war.

I conquered Bendery with the help of God.

In return for it I was retired and sent off to Moscow.

I know about this unfairness. I promise to do my best to make it right.

I wanted to discuss it.

Peter gave your mother the same name as his ship "Lizette".

Elizaveta Petrovna was as powerful and beautiful as a military vessel.

You inherited her name, beauty and power, my child.

What do I inherit from you, father?

I hope it's intelligence. It's impossible to take the throne alone.

Trusted people always lead future monarchs

by the hand to the throne.

I assumed the highest posts in the past, so I know how everything works there.

I'm exactly that trusted person, moreover, we're related.

It can be possible, Ivan Ivanovich.

If you're ready to accept my help, my child,

Your Highness.

Your Highness, so I'd like to offer you the most beneficial strategy now.

You'd better offer us money. We can't afford accommodation.

I'll give you money, but time is working against you.

We need to earn support from useful court nobility.

- Write a letter to Count Panin. - Panin?

Nikita Ivanovich Panin is one of the most powerful people in the empire.

But he suffers in his estate.

He could put everything in place with his connections.

With one decisive blow, he can bring an end to the current Empress.

Then you just have to catch the falling crown.

Pyotr Ivanovich is a very experienced person.

He could serve the motherland more.

For example, he could help in strangling Pugachev's insurrection.

It seems like Bibikov is good at this.

You don't know, Your Highness. News came today.

- Alexander Ilyich died. - Unfortunately.

How terrible!

There is a question about his successor.

I think there is no successor better than Pyotr Ivanovich,

but not because he is my brother. No.

He'll be in the right place.

Rebellion is dangerous for the country.

Only a truly experienced man can strangle an uprising.

And a person who isn't afraid of blood.

And I'm not afraid of it.

The peasants can only be talked out of uprising by fear.

Believe me. There is no other way.

Nikita Ivanovich, do you feel the same?

Pavel Petrovich, let's discuss it later.

- Why are you interested in this? - It's obvious, Your Highness.

I'm an expatriate. I'm looking for justice, just like you.

Moreover, I'm looking for reinstatement.

- This letter will be of no harm. - It's only the first step.

I heard you have some relations with France, this should be done secretly.

If you don't want to be dependent of France, ruling the country.

Russia is a wonderful animal:

its head is in Europe, its tail is in Alaska.

But it can be ruled only from the inside.

- Michał, bring paper and pens. - Yes, Your Highness.

It is the project, in which Pyotr Ivanovich offers himself

to lead the corps with broader powers.

We want you to read this paper and in if it necessary

show the Empress your personal support for this project.

Hello, sirrah! Where did this carriage come from?

- Moscow. - Wow! It must be strong.

Whose it is?

- What is it to you? - I'm just curious.

Goodbye.

Luka! Let's go!

Your talks of fear did no good, Petya.

More over, Pavel Petrovich is interested in liberal ideas now.

You shouldn't believe this nonsense, and you shouldn't be interested in it.

Let's forget our old controversy. We don't have time.

What do you think about the heir to the throne?

The main thing is that he's obedient, the rest will come.

God willing. God willing.

I was a bad idea to come in your carriage. It's noticeable.

Be careful on your way back. Sit and wait for my news.

I think, God and crown prince will help us to get corps.

The way we use them afterward is our own business.

Pavel Petrovich should know nothing about it.

He has to be ready to become Emperor.

When the time is due, he will be ready.

All in its proper time, there's no need to hurry.

The main thing is that he doesn't have to know more than necessary.

If anything, nobody should know more than necessary.

Well, God speed you, Petrusha.

The carriage is from Moscow. It's dirty, so they were in a hurry.

Maybe they daubed the monogram purposely.

But I recognized it right away.

Tell me.

Count Panin's.

Panin from Moscow is here. It's the breach of all agreements.

- Did he meet Pavel Petrovich? - Yes.

You can go. Go!

I wanted to sleep.

- Order horses to be saddled. - Now?

We don't have time, a horse for me, for you, and for 4 more people.

Get ready, we'll ride like hell.

- Your Excellency! - Your Highness.

- I was told you wanted to see me. - Yes.

You see my husband everyday, you share your wisdom with him.

I'd like to use this source, too.

You chose a beautiful place for our meeting.

Yes, it's beautiful. Flowers are the best thing in my lonely life.

Frankly speaking, I talk to them.

They listen to me and don't interrupt me. They just signify consent with a nod.

Miracle!

I always applaud the gardener's skill.

How do they save rare seedlings of freedom-loving plants

in the harsh Russian climate.

- You're right. - I wish to learn this skill.

I think you have another skill, the skill of talking in riddles.

We can unite our gifts, while the Empress is not here...

- No-no-no-no, it is impossible. - But why?

You know, a gardener's work is worrisome, and often unrewarding.

Every one of them keep a wary eye on their garden.

And keep a wary eye so nobody can grab it from them.

Especially when the threat comes from flowers.

- Why flowers? - Do you think, you're a gardener?

If gardener sits too long on his place...

Don't forget, some flowers have ears, and some of them have tongues, I saw.

What will happen, if a flower reaches out towards the sun too friskily?

Look how beautiful it is. Smell its fragrance.

But there is no flower. It is dead. So why do I need it?

So why does the gardener need it? Please.

I have a wonderful gardener.

I'll send him to you, he'll teach you.

I'm sorry, I have to work.

I'm in a rush to cultivate my garden.

- It was nice to meet you. - Thank you, Nikita Ivanovich.

- What is it? - I don't know, my dear.

Everything becomes clear now.

- What are you doing here? - News from the capital.

An urgent message to the Empress.

Stepan Ivanovich.

- I'm sorry, Your Majesty. - What's the big rush?

I'm sorry for disturbing you, but I wanted to report personally.

Bad news.

The leader of the army, fighting against the rebels,

General Chief Bibikov died suddenly.

- God rest his soul. - It's a repose for the impostor.

- What happened? Was he killed? - No. Rapid febriculosity.

It's ridiculous.

Alexander Ilyich made a war bravely, but died from illness.

I feel sorry for general Bibkov, but Russia has a lot of skilled generals.

- You came here not because of it. - You're right.

I have more unsettling news, but it is security information, Your Majesty.

You can say it in front of Grigory Alexandrovich.

- An act of treason, Empress. - What? Who? When?

Pyotr Panin came to Petersburg and met

with Nikita Ivanovich and Pavel Petrovich

- What did they talk about? - I don't know.

Stepan Ivanovich, what does it mean?

I know they had a conversation. This fact itself is worrying.

How did you know it?

From report of my subordinates, who spy upon Panin's house.

How long have they been spying upon Panin?

- Do they spy upon me? - Grisha, that is not the point.

Without Imperial Edict I didn't dare to arrest the brothers Panin.

You're right. They're too important for the empire. It'll be a sensation.

Yes. I have to return to Petersburg.

Stepan Ivanovich, leave us alone.

Go back, just leaving Petersburg? What about the south, the war?

- Nothing will change in two weeks. - Really?

The South will wait, the war will wait.

The Turks will wait till we visit them.

And then we'll find out that it doesn't matter.

Why, Grisha? Why?

Nikita Ivanovich met his brother. What a big deal! Yes, he didn't report.

But he knows, you don't want to see his brother in Petersburg.

- What did Pavel do there? - I don't know. Sheshkovsky doesn't know.

They discussed Moscow's girls, weather. Plot? Against you? It's ridiculous.

Only if Nikita Ivanovich lost his marbles like Grishka Orlov.

This couldn't happen in such a short time.

But my absence riled them up. We have to go back, before it repeats.

That may always be the case. You're the Empress and have to be in Petersburg.

Your place is there, but mine is in the south.

You don't let me go ]and can't go with me.

So I'll sit near you as a dog forever.

- While Russia is loosing its conquests. - Stop it!

I'm sick and tired of your complaints, go to the south if you want!

I'll return to Petersburg alone!

But you have to know. Nothing will be as before.

I understood that long ago.

Ekaterina Alexeievna, I'm still near you,

but I already await our next meeting.

Write me, when you're tired of waiting.

Your Majesty. Your Majesty, you should be very careful.

Circumstances around the death of Count Bibikov are very suspicious.

He was healthy, but died within three days.

Do you think he was poisoned?

I can't confirm, but Alexander Ilyich had a lot of enemies. Just like you.

What will you order to do on our return?

I offer to interrogate, under torture

Nikita Ivanovich and secretary Fonvizin. Arrest them.

Don't you dare! I need Nikita Ivanovich to be free.

At your orders, Your Majesty.

One. Two. Three. Four. Five.

Distance between barriers is ten steps. Five more from you to barrier.

Two. Three. Four. Five.

Twenty steps in total. The Challenger chooses weapons.

Did you check the filling?

What if brothers Mason used makhorka instead of gunpowder?

Pistols are loaded, bullets are similar, the amount of gunpowder is the same.

Gentlemen, if there is to be peace, speak it now.

Anatole, we're friends. It's my fault.

Save your breath! I know our fathers agreed on our behalf.

But we're not at an age to do what our fathers tell us, right?

Andrey Kirillovich, I'll only accept your apology in cold lead.

Well, Kamorin, then no chance to make peace.

Then no chance.

Start approaching at the command. Till the first shot. Stop after the shot.

The second one fires to keep the distance.

Approach.

That was bad. Didn't you learn how to shoot? You have to take aim.

Stop the theatre, Anatole. It's my fault. I'm not going to kill you.

If you want to kill me, then do it!

I rushed my shot.

Gentlemen, blood was shed, I offer to stop duel.

To Hell with it! We shall continue!

Firing in the air is beautiful, but it is certain death.

He is going to fire to the death.

I agree.

You're lucky, Count Andrey, but this time I won't miss.

Approach.

Vlas!

Did you call me, Your Excellency?

Get my carriage ready, we're going to the Winter Palace.

The Empress has returned. Why the hell is she back so soon?

If I don't leave her room, then run here and burn these papers.

I'll do it, Your Excellency.

Afterwards, take the fastest horse and go to Moscow, to my brother.

- Tell Pyotr that everything's unsealed. - Unsealed.

Did you remember how I saved you? Now I can die.

Remember me kindly!

Well, goodbye, Vlas!

How is that? Oh my God, I hope nothing will be unsealed.

Your Majesty, I'm very happy that you've returned.

- Welcome home! - Quit playing fox, Nikita Ivanovich.

Stepan Ivanovich.

Let's talk about affairs. Peasants and cossacks beat the regular army.

They can't be so powerful.

I think that Pugachev and princess Tarakanova are working together.

- Who is to profit by it? - France, Your Majesty.

King Louis XV died. His grandson is ruling the country now.

Louis XV didn't support the imposter. What plot are you talking about?

Louis XV didn't support, but Louis XVI supports.

Stepan Ivanovich, what about the portrait of the impostress?

We have it, Your Majesty, it's coming to Petersburg, we're waiting.

What are we going to do with Pugachev, gentlemen?

I have a report for you.

I guess you're worried about what happened in your absence.

I'm talking about meeting with my brother Pyotr and His Highness.

Yes.

We were talking about the project of strangling an insurrection.

I knew that my brother's coming to Petersburg would incur your displeasure.

So I decided to meet him confidentially.

Pavel Petrovich was invited as your proxy and representative of Imperial authority.

So what is the plan?

The plan is to appoint a new commander with broader powers.

My brother is sitting in Moscow, literally vegetating, Your Majesty.

You know, he's a man of action, he's not afraid of blood and death.

If not he, then who can lead?

I wanted to give this plan to you, but you returned so soon.

These decisions have to be settled, weighing up,

- but not throwing things into a pool. - You're right.

I'll see your project.

I guess in such a difficult moment you should be with trusted people.

I'm talking not only about my brother, but also about Alexei Grigoryevich Orlov.

You're right.

Moreover, I haven't been in Gatchina and seen Grigory for a long time.

I'm thinking of him. I should visit him.

- Thank you, Nikita Ivanovich. - Thank you.

Stepan Ivanovich.

Nikita Ivanovich is very sly.

Firstly he was very afraid, but then he protected his brother and Orlov.

An urgent message for the Empress!

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