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RUSSIA 1

It's more difficult to manage
the household
now: new materials, tools,
equipment,

crop varieties,
breeds of livestock.

The nobles spread themselves
thin between
their service and property
management.

- Nikita Ivanovich.
- Your Majesty.

This is how a serf thinks:

my master makes me work, however
he himself has to serve the
state,

we plow, he works hard as well,

and in case of war he is the
first to put himself under fire.

You suggest releasing the nobles
from compulsory military
service.

But this implies necessity to
release the
serfs as well, otherwise we'll
face revolts.

The southern fertile lands and
new
vegetables will allow us to
abolish serfdom.

And to give the nobles an option
to choose.

If you serve, serve till you can
put one foot in front of
another,

if you wish to manage your
household,
do it, working every single day!

Russia will split into pieces,
and
we won't be able to put it
together.

Believe me, a son of a bonded
heater,
who spent his childhood
barefooted.

And nowadays everyone in Russia
has
a chance to change their
destiny.

Your Majesty, don't break stable
things.

When a child I also
used to ran barefooted.

But the talk is
neither about us,

nor about those who were lucky
to have
been separated by God from the
crowd.

Adam Vasilievich, who
is playing the violin?

We are discussing important
issues!

- Let me find it out.
- No, no, you needn't,

it's the tutor of Pavel
Pertovich,
they are having their music
lesson.

What for?

Why not, if he wishes.
If he doesn't, don't press him.

I, I've never noticed him to
be interested in music-making.

In my childhood they decided to
teach me playing the
harpsichord.

Really?

I tore off the ivory from the
keys
and took them to the flea
market...

Peter's March. Why?

...the tatter deceived me, did
not give
any money and gave me a black
eye.

Father learnt about it, but did
not lash
me — he made me take fisticuffs
lessons.

Doesn't the tutor know any other
melodies?

My fists have saved me a lot.

Bravo!

Voila!

You're making progress.

I'm as happy as a boy!

It's not good to play toy
soldiers at your age.

Please excuse me, your Majesty.

Pavel Petrovich is studying
the battle of Zorndorf.

Frederick II personally
commanded the forces,

but he had twice less
weapons and soldiers,

the Russians fought greenly and
didn't achieve lasting victory.

The Russians won, Frederick II
fled.

It's Count Orlov, who is
a real hero of Zorndorf.

He was badly wounded three
times,
but stayed on the battle field

and kept on fighting
his enemies.

After the battle
Frederick II said:

the Russians were very staunch,

it was not enough to kill them,
it
was necessary to knock them
down.

I want to be like Frederick
the Great, not Count Orlov.

Because Frederick is the King of
Prussia,
meanwhile Count Orlov is your
minion.

Bring me something cold.

- Would you like some orangeade,
Your Excellency?
- Yes.

Shall I open the window, Your
Excellency, you look sick.

Will you stand by your word,
Englishman?!

Maybe fistfight, eh?

And you'll see who is ill!

Well, well, I see, you are well,
I was wrong, please excuse me.

Hand it to me.

Your Excellency, what shall I
tell
the Empress when she asks about
you?

Today's register.

Here it is, Your Majesty.

There is no music lesson in the
schedule.

But it is not a lesson. It is a
break.

You are having a rest? In a
stuffy
room, when it is summer outside?

Your Majesty, Pavel Petrovich is
sick.

Your Majesty, I am holding my
father's
violin. He was the best
violinist in Russia.

I asked Semyon Andreevich
to teach me, and I succeed.

You're fired.

Your Majesty... but.

- Please, you'll talk it over
afterwards.
- Mother, you can't do this.

Semyon Andreevich.

You can't do this.

Frederick II is not a good role
model.

He succeeded neither in art of
war, nor in his family life.

He did not win a single war.

And did not enter his wife's
bedroom for thirty years.

Actually, no, once
he liked a woman.

An Italian dancer.

And only for her
hairy muscular legs!

Frederick II became the Great
only
two years after he was crowned.

And it is already six years you
have been an Empress,
and you are still Ekaterina II,
after Ekaterina I,

who did nothing in her life,
just
appeared and vanished into thin
air!

Your Mightiness, that's not like
you, don't say another word!

Look into my eyes. You
are ashamed, aren't you?

You want to ask for
forgiveness, don't you?

No! I don't want to!

And don't come to me without
arranging an appointment.

If the appointment is on
Tuesday, let it be on Tuesday.

Now I see why father didn't love
you.
Look at this!

I'll become a Russian Emperor
and my
first order will be to raise a
monument.

On the bank of the Neva River.

Father will be on a high granite
rock,
as he was taller than the
others.

The horse has kicked over the
traces, as
vipers did not let him live his
life.

And he will be smiling,
as he was merry and kind.

Pyotr Fyodorovich was
neither kind nor merry.

Take him to Rogerson and cure
him!

With salt, pepper or even with
castor oil!

It is your fault that Pavel has
taken after Pyotr Fyodorovich.

This is the worst thing
that could have happened.

Where is the portrait from?
Who brought it?

Maybe, Count Betskoy...

I think he found it the summer
palace while looking for
drawings,

ordered to hang it on the wall,
no one else could have done it.

- What's the age?
- Looks like 26-28.

I mean another thing.

Judging by the painting,
the portrait is old.

You brought the portrait and
ordered
to hang it above His Highness'
table.

At the request of His Highness.

There has never been any
portrait of Pyotr Fyodorovich,

you know why, and
you deliberately...

I never thought about it.

Stop ducking, Semyon Andreevich.

Your tone can be considered
to be offensive.

Who found the portrait? Betskoy?

No, Pavel Petrovich.

Who helped him?

I'm not exactly sure what you
mean.

- Who helped him to find the
portrait?
- Nobody. It was a coincidence.

We went there for the
drawings, and it turned up.

Shame on you.

How can you, a tutor of Russian
philology, use incorrect
phrases?

Do you mean that the
portrait found itself?

Betskoy might have slipped it in
to Pavel
Petrovich so as you did not see
it...

I won't speak anymore! Take me
to the
fortress and torture me, if you
wish.

You don't deserve the honor, Sir
Tutor.
Leave the Palace, right now.

Can I take my things?

Wait at the exit. Show him out!

You were kind, I remember it.

Excuse me, I was not able to
advocate you.

My tutor's been fired, they are
going to
take you away. Good bye, Pyotr
Fyodorovich.

- Wait, wait!
- Yes, Your Highness.

Tell me, do I look like my
father?

- I would have no way of
knowing.
- Well.

Why have you bent double,
what are you doing?

Nikita Ivanovich, please say,
do I look like my father?

What a question, of course, you
look like
the Emperor Pyotr Fyodorovich.

You look like your father like
nobody else.

And everyone will tell you the
same
Unbend and bear out.

- That's right, Your Highness.
- What did I tell you!

The painter might have distorted

my father's image due to lack of
skill, zeal or even on purpose.

No, I remember Pyotr
Fyodorovich.

The portrait is good, truthful.
Take it out! Hurry up.

Well, what can we do?

What are you looking for?

The violin, I've been
ordered to take it away.

- Semyon Andreevich.
- Your Highness.

- Semyon Andreevich, let's go.
- Where?

To the bride. To propose.
Have you got the ring on you?

Ring.

I'm in civilian clothes. I
feel a little uncomfortable...

Nonsense, you've been
talking to the Empress.

We haven't made an appointment.
They won't accept us.

Do you think Count Sheremetyev
doesn't remember you?

I can't say for sure, Pavel
Petrovich.

What about me?

Of course, he will accept you.

Don't be shy, Semyon Andreevich.

Wait, wait, wait!

Your Highness.

Why don't you go back to the
Palace?

Let me go where I want.

Semyon Andreevich, get out.

Stay.

Pavel Petrovich was
rude to the Empress,

isn't that enough for you? Don't
you
understand what it can lead to?

Count Orlov intends
to become an Emperor.

His son is moving to the Palace.

The rightful heir has
already been pushed back!

And I have to explain you these
obvious things in his presence.

And, second, Count Sheremetyev
will not accept you.

Anna Petrovna has been announced
a bride
and dismissed as
lady-in-waiting.

I proposed to her and succeeded.

Her Majesty wishes to be present
at the marriage ceremony.

So the game is over.

Good bye, Pavel Petrovich.

Thank you for everything.

Wait a minute.

Take off!

I am sorry you were present
during this conversation.

Is it true about Count Orlov?

Trust me, I do my best to
make you the only heir.

And to make you the following
Emperor, you, Pavel I.

I hope you understand how
important it is for Russia.

Stop doing stupid things, think!

Ask her Majesty for forgiveness,
it won't hurt your tongue.

I think you have already made
up your mind about Count Panin.

I want to dismiss him.

I do not mind saying that I
don't
like that man, but we need him.

He offered to make Pyotr
Petrovich Emperor.
He's dangerous.

He seems to be plotting a
conspiracy.

He is Count Orlov's enemy,
he is against your wedding,

speaks against your reforms.

But let's provide a different
perspective.

He puts on hold Grigory
Grigoryevich's ambition...

He's a gambler, you know. He is
in debt.

Gambler is a head of foreign
policy.

He has a lot of contacts
throughout,
he knows all the ambassadors,

He corresponds with the
Prussia's Chancellor.

He kept Russia from many
misunderstandings and trouble.

Yes, he is a player.

He is a player by his character.
He has no boundaries.

If it were up to me, I would
never
lose a chance to kill him in a
duel.

- But now he does more good than
harm.
- Look.

The horseman is looking into the
distance.
His look is confident and
unfaltering.

The horse has balked, but a
minute later it
is going to kill the snake with
its hooves.

It's Peter. Peter the Great.

I want a statue on
a huge solid rock.

The idea is inspiring.

This is how the first monument
in the Peter's city must look.

But it's not an urgent matter,

and by the grace of God we'll
unveil
the monument in a couple of
years.

And now we are in great
need of new orders.

You can see changes in Russia,
in people.

This year is crucial.

Russia is not going to rest any
more.
It's time for heroes.

It won't do.

Give me the tricolor, with the
colors of the merchant flag.

Grigory Alexandrovich,
shall we leave it as it is?

We'd rather add some goldenrod.

You're right. Do it in goldenrod
number 9, Maester Grot.

It's been done.

Grigory Alexandrovich,
let's exchange our ribbons.

There is not much difference
between ribbons for men and
women.

You may like the
women's' colors.

I see you benefit the presence
Potemkin of my lady in waiting.

Your Majesty, we're also trying
on women's ribbons today,

so Sofya Stepanovna kindly Sofya
and Potemkin agreed to assist
us.

Lent him my shoulder.

A new ribbon?

Goldenrod as a symbol of fire
and life.

Black as a symbol of
powder Ribbon and death.

I want the new ribbon to be
given together
with the order for military
virtue.

Order of Saint George - the
patron saint of soldiers.

Make three golden lines on black

or three Ribbons black
lines on gold...

We'll change the color.

The three black lines can be
explained
as the three deaths of Saint
George.

The two golden lines as his two
wonderful
raisings, that put to shame his
executors.

- Grigory Grigoryevich...
- Your Majesty.

Do you approve of it?

Since I am the first to get the
order I have the final word.

I offer gold on light blue.

Sky blue will stand for purity,
devotion and faultlessness.

Gold is humility, mercy and
fairness.

Which option do you like,
Grigory Alexandrovich?

Yours, Your Majesty. The color
of
fire and powder. Colors of
Victory.

So we will award the Order of
St.
George to the winners.

I didn't expect this from you,
lieutenant,
how quickly you've taken to your
new role.

Refused to go to St. Petersburg.
I told
him to go, get a position at
Court.

He said like I want to be on the
frontline, I dream of military
honor!

Who should you thank for it,
Lieutenant?

You, Your Excellency.

We've chosen the ribbon.

Now let's consider the order.

The shape must be simple,
a square or a rhombus.

I'd prefer a rhombus and
this blaze of glory.

No diamonds - rays,
yes, a lot of rays

and an inscription “For
Service and Bravery”.

Gentlemen, Grigory Grigoryevich.

Valterús commission writes that
thinkers in France are
unanimous.

They guess, that serfdom is
less effective than any other.

The economic arrangement, Your
Majesty,
is possible in Europe, but in
Russia

the agriculture without
serfdom is unprofitable.

To the beginning of planting
Count
Orlov is authorized to hand out

to peasants without fee up
to thousand hectares of land.

Who will want to develop new
lands
and pay the taxes to the
coffers?

Peasants will be able to
earn for theirs ransom.

Funny. We have a very
poor lands, not fertile.

As for weather, you can see
it by yourself. Rubbish.

This one was grown
in the greenhouse.

And I will make the southern
lands the Breadbasket of Russia.

I will oblige the landowners
to plant American vegetables,

the earthen apple, earthen
pear, indian carrot.

And potatoes?

This is more nourishing and more
plenteous
than bread and porridge.

How we can eat it, if it is
smells
like the pharmacy? Smell it!

May I doubt, Your Majesty.

A reasonable landowner wonút
plow on the wild field.

The landers there are rich, but
there are no raids from
outsiders.

And protection. There are
nobody live for many years.

Your Majesty.

People used to eat the beet and
turnip.
The hole life these on the
table.

Frenchman eats frogs,
Englishman porcupines,

but for Russian man will be
better to die
from hunger, but he wouldnút eat
frogs!

People used to the old fashioned
way.
Cabbage soup and porridge are
our food.

I wonút to eat potatoes.

Your Majesty, they also cook
kakorky,
they are like pies with turnip.

Kakorky. So, you will cook
kakorky with earthen apple.

Your Majesty, turnip is boiled,
is fried,
baked, soared. From the beets
cook soup.

Did everybody speak out?

We have to do something.
Two years in row are lean.

- If will be third?
- Fekla.

Take the vegetables and put in
kitchen.
Say to cook them.

Gentlemen, I invite you for
dinner!

How are earthen apples?

Stepan Ivanovich you banned me
to try. Tell
me about everything: about
satiety, taste.

Bitter.

Bitter?

But the bitterness is piquant.

I didnút think so.

Not salty.

Fekla!

Your Majesty, in the
villages in a hungry year.

Not only this things are eaten
earthen apples are not so bad,

nourishing and indian carrot is
disgusting but also is not a
poison.

Ivan Perfilúevich eat soft
stones

I canút Your Majesty.

Are not you a mason?

Mason.

So eat. Iúve heard that
you have tin stomach.

You eat newborns and drink
the wine from wolfús blood.

Eat.

You are weak-willed
person Ivan Perfilúevich.

Count Orlov will eat everything
that Empress will order to him.

This is true.

Grigory Grigorievich will eat
the stone from the street

if Her Majesty will ask.

Oh, my God, Iúm sorry for
potatoes.

- Iúll try the fork in potatoes.
- No!

Iúm sorry, Your Majesty.

Gentlemen, I spent a lot of
money and I wonút recede.

We will send the tubers to
commercial
landowners and will be waiting
for the crop.

I have never had such a
treasure!

Frederica, my kind and gallant.

But for my aunt, everything
would
have been in a different way...

Pavel Petrovich is taking
after Pyotr Fyodorovich.

The same smile, and he is
rude to me just like him.

Pavel really looks like Pyotr
Fyodorovich, looks a lot like
him.

But I've seen Count Saltykov's
portrait, so he looks like him,
too.

Count Saltykov doesn't have any
children, at least within
marriage.

He's been married
for fifteen years.

Elizaveta Petrovna made him
marry her lady in waiting.

He was having a honeymoon, when
she drove me right into his
arms.

Two honeymoons at once?

How did he manage?

He was restless.

I am sure, this lovesick man
has gained a lot of hearts.

Find out if he has got any
children with his mistresses.

I'll give this task to
Sheshkovsky.

Let him ask relatives about
Count
Saltikov's children out of the
wedlock.

Your Majesty.

Janer Pasha, an Ottoman
ambassador,
has arrived in St. Petersburg.

Look, what a beauty! A pretty
horse.

What's there in the box?

A powder box with emerald,
inside there
is Indian powder for the
Empress.

Shall I open it?

Open.

Tighten the reins.

Please excuse me.

Examine the reins. And order
to hold it tighter. Savely!

Pavel Petrovich is very ill,
Your Majesty.

Isn't he pretending?

I think everything is
serious, Rogerson let blood.

Rogerson is constantly
offering me to let blood.

The Empire is worth nothing when
the
Crown Prince is weak in body and
spirit.

Replace all his lessons by
fencing,
fishing, sailing and horse
breaking.

We've already done it, Your
Majesty,
no philology, mathematics...

Classes in the open
air, exercises.

And fresh air.

I dream you become Emperor.

I wish we were equal.

I dream of it, too.

Dream of sitting at the
right or the left hand?

They are both wonderful, Your
Majesty.

What a wonderful horse, a
perfect creation. True words.

Yes, a King and a God of horses.

Truer words were never spoken.
King and God of horses.

Ambassador of the Ottoman
State, Janer Pasha.

I am delighted to welcome the
ambassador
Devlet-i Aliyye-i Osmaniyye.

Your Imperial Majesty wished to
speak the
language of His Highness Sultan
Mustafa.

Your Imperial Majesty,

please be so kind as to accept
the gifts of his Highness Sultan

as a sign of respect, affection
and everlasting friendship.

Gifts the Lord has granted us a
mighty
neighbor - the Great Ottoman
State.

Russia is filled with humbleness
and
respect and dreams of
friendship.

Let me ask you a question.

How does the Crown Prince feel?

Sultan Mustafa offers
prayers for the health

and prosperity of the
Romanovs' noble family.

The Romanovs dynasty has become
stronger.

Strong power makes Russia
rich and prosperous.

We have stretched our borders
to the Amur River in the East,

and have joined Kamchatka and
Alaska,
our southern neighbor is Persia.

Many peoples in the periphery of
our
great Empire ask us to join them

and secure their protection.

And Russia answers their calls
to the best of its ability.

Please convey my compliments
to Sultan Mustafa.

But today Russia will
not accept his gifts.

What does it mean, Your Imperial
Majesty?

It means that the truth has come
out.

Blood.
Whose blood is this?

The one's whom the tamga belongs
to.

Russia makes suit to
the Ottoman State

to protect its own ring
land and sea borders.

There are all the
peculiarities in the scroll.

Yes.

Nikita Ivanovich, I need your
assistance.

If the Empress does not accept
the
gifts Sultan Mustafa will get
insulted.

It will provoke a war.

Well, it's a trifling cause.

It's offensive to a Turk.

It's not only Sultan who
decides on war and peace.

Who else then?

Janer Effendi.

I think I can talk the Empress
into accepting your gifts.

But you must do me a favor, too.

I'll do my best, with great
pleasure.

Chief vizier has a great
influence on Sultan.

I suppose to give him
a considerable sum

as a sign of our gratitude for
promoting Russia's interests.

Chief vizier is the second
person in the state.

The sum he can ask will be at
least
one million in gold.

No. He takes only a hundred
thousand
for that service.

Do you mean the Chief vizier
Suleiman?

Hmm, you are wise.

I'll give Suleiman Pasha one
thousand.

I never doubted you.

It's just the thing, my brother!

The bay horse will start a new
horse breed.

What do you mean?

Next time ask the Empress for
a horse instead of an order.

You know that she didn't accept
the gifts.

- Speak her into taking the bay
horse.
- It's not that easy. It's
politics, brother.

I'll talk to her myself,
arrange an audience.

I won't.

Please. I don't often ask you
for anything.

She is busy, I myself will
only see her at the ball.

Damn, not a horse!

Your Majesty.

Count Panin is here with an
urgent message.

Call him in.

Your Majesty, I had a talk with
pasha
Janer, he is extremely
aggrieved.

It is going to be a mortal
offence for the Sultan.

The decision has been
made, Nikita Ivanovich.

But this can result in war.

Making rigid demands is a sign
of strength.

Accepting gifts after
raids and destruction

of Russian villages and
cities is a sign of weakness.

Power is respected, the weaks
are usually beaten and robbed.

Well, Your Majesty, you
actually convinced me.

While Janer Pasha is here I must
give him the gold to deliver.

Given the circumstances Janer
Pasha can't be trusted.

He mustn't know about the
bribery.

I'm dispatching a mission to
Constantinople
for negotiations with the
Sultane.

Count Obreskov will personally
give the money to the Chief
vizier.

I have set aside a million for
the bribery.

Yes, but Count Obreskov runs a
risk.
Great risk.

What's the risk for a statesman?

He's an Ambassador, and
he is backed by Russia!

Sultan Mustafa is a reasonable
ruler.

Austria and France are his
allies, England
and Prussia and negotiating with
him.

We will talk, too.

Your Majesty. Painter Rokotov
has come.

Excuse me.

Your Majesty.

Listen to me.

I know what you are going to
ask me for, I won't accept the
horse.

We must either take all the
gifts, or reject them all.

Your Majesty, our days will pass
and
our deeds and names will be
forgotten,

but the Russians will ride Orlov
Trotters even three hundred
years later.

Offer the Ambassador to sell it.

I can allot some money. Be
careful.

Alyoshka, your son.
Alexei Grigorievich.

Your Majesty, please excuse me!

Nice.

You can't address Her
Majesty with such trifles,

you made a fool of me!

When you become an Emperor shall
I be
able to approach you without
ceremony?

And is it a trifle?

It's an issue of Orlov
Trotter's future!

If the Turk refuses I will
add my hundred thousand.

If he refuses flatly,
I will steal it.

The bay horse will stay in
Russia.

Well... excuse me.

- Is your Alyoshka named a crown
prince?
- I don't understand much about
it.

The portrait is hanging among
the emperors' pictures.

I have a terrible headache,
brother.

You've talked to Alexei. Tell me
about him.

I didn't talk, I worked.

The painter's work is difficult,
you
get so tired that can't even
chat.

Alyosha is an ideal
child at the portrait:

clever and sharp
look, kind smile.

It's not my style to gloss over
anything, I've painted him as he
is.

I like the portrait, I'll pay
you a
thousand rubles instead of the
fifty.

I work for fifty, it is all the
same to
me whose portrait I paint, his
or...

Yes, I remember, you've become
a painter by the Lord's will.

Adam Vasilievich, pay fifty
rubles.

They think in Moscow, that
you can become a regent.

Is it an option or an offer?

Vorontsov is sick, Ivan Shuvalov
is
in France and rejected the
offer.

Really?

It's an offer.

If the Synod approves of the
wedding,
we'll have to act decisively.

Are you ready to act?

Yes, but only after the
Synod approves of it.

And if a war breaks out?

I insist on your answer.

Don't hurry, the war hasn't
broken out yet.
It can be still prevented.

Well, but this way we won't
reach a general agreement.

His Excellency Count Orlov is
treating!

Parisian Punch, Sirs!

Brother...

No word about your horse.
I've had enough of it!

Is it true that the Gypsies
are the best horse-stealers,

and if they liked a horse,
nothing will stop them?

It's a pack of lies, Your
Excellency.

Gypsies are honest.

We don't take others belongings,
and never take horses.

Then bring me the most honest
Gypsy.

The Turkish Ambassador has
brought a horse.

A three-year-old bay horse,
pure-blood, each eye is half my
fist,

thin eyelid skin - it's perfect.

Where can I see it?

I don't know. But I need the
horse.
I will pay five hundred rubles
for it.

It's big money, Your Excellency.

I would be happy to help you,
but I do
not break laws, I just pluck a
guitar.

Agree, one thousand.

As promised, Effendi, her
Imperial
Majesty agreed to accept your
gifts,

but she does not want
to repeat the ceremony.

How shall I know that the
Empress has received the gifts?

Hope you'll take my word for it.

Yes.

So I give you my word that
tomorrow
Her Majesty will have the gifts.

She will ride the racehorse, fan
herself and, what else was
there?

A powder box with emerald.

Yes, she will powder her face.

The price for your word is the
peace between our states.

Of course. You know how I
appreciate
our trust-based relations,
Effendi.

I hardly managed to keep the
hundred thousand in your pocket.

The money has already
been allocated,

and our Ambassador, Count
Obreskov,
will give it to Chief vizier.

Thank you, Nikita Ivanovich.

I owe you.

Tamga, given by the
Empress with the scroll,

belongs to Bey Iskander.

The handwriting on the map, too.

What's happened to him?

There was a battle with the
Crimeans.

Both the tamga and the map were
found on the battle field.

Isn't Bey Iskander in captivity?

As far as I know nobody was
captured.

He had a sabre.

An extraordinary one, with two
blades, that
sabre is of great importance for
Muslims.

I know, I've seen it.

I am ready to give any money for
it.

I see, I'll try to find out,
but I won't promise anything.

My boy, Bey, my Iskander.

Take the horse and the Ottoman
gifts to my place till the
morning.

We can't take the bay
horse to our stable.

Our mares are in season, it is
young and
frisky, will harm himself in the
stall,

will bite the wood, break
its teeth, God forbid that!

Really? Try to look after it for
a
day, and at night send it to
Borisovo.

Only in a covered cart, covered,
so
as not a single soul could see
it.

I'll do as you say, Your
Excellency.

Godspeed.

My beauty!

It's mine, mine! As agreed.

Oh, thank you!

Fantastic!

Don't breathe down my neck,
speak!

A letter from Her Majesty's
Chancellery, Your Excellency.

Anna, come up to me.

Go get her!

Annushka, Her Majesty
invites us to the ball!

I won't go.

It's not a printed letter, it's
her
handwriting, and you say you
won't go?!

I don't want to see Count Panin
there.

Soon you will see him
as often as he wishes.

Father, please, think better of
it.
He is five years younger than
you!

I agree, there are a little
bit of slippages there.

But Count Panin is
powerful, affluent.

He is the second person in
Russia after the Empress.

He'll mark a place for himself
in the
history along with Menshikov,
Kurakin...

Along with Biron, Lestocq

and other outstanding impudent
fellows, vulgarians and baddies.

Women respect strength, fall in
love with
power. You'll fall in love, too.

Already you will see.

You are chief Chamberlain.

It is you, and not Count Panin,
who could
be the second person after the
Empress.

But you don't burden yourself
with service, live as you
please.

Do I live as I please?

I have one hundred thousand
serfs,
the biggest household in Russia.

I manage it myself, going into
all
the details, if I miss anything.

I will go bankrupt.

Father!

But you are right, I have
neither
zeal, nor knack for service.

But I am good at
keeping the household!

My table is full of papers every
day.

I have to check every
letter, every number.

Father!

And I can't commit
a task to anybody.

They won't manage and what's
worse, they will steal.

Please, I beg you, change your
mind.
I, I love you.

I love you, too.

Count Panin...

has sent you a gift for the day
of the wedding announcement.

He is known to be quite stingy.
Now let's do the following.

I will open this box,
and if there is a trifle...

I promise - no wedding, OK?

It's surprising.

Well, Nikita Ivanovich, thank
you, this sort of emerald.

It must cost... it is priceless.

I have always thought him to be
greedy.

Like any penny pincher he is
always
in debt, always recovers his
losses,

gains, asks for something,
often acts meanly.

And now look, it appears to be
different!

Please don't cry, Anechka.

He will not waste your dowry.

I will make him sign a
stringent contract.

Look here, what if he has really
fallen
in love and is eager to have
children,

and have a good family?

He is about to become a
Chancellor.

Well, well, I won't speak any
more.

Look, it won't open.

The lock is very smart.

Eastern work.

It's a powder box!

I shall go to the ball.

Her Majesty will help me,
she was unhappy in her marriage,
too.