Aszparuh

Synopsis: The 7th century is the time of the Great Migration of the Peoples. Under the pressure of the invaders the proto-Bulgarian tribes of Khan Kubrat are forced to split in four parts in the hope that one would survive. For twenty long years Kubrat's youngest son Khan Asparoukh led his people across many foreign lands to find eventually a new homeland on the Balkan Peninsula and this time forever. The story is told by Byzantine Velisarius, a hostage with the Bulgarian who witnesses the whole of their difficult march. He sees the suffering of the people whom he already feels close to his heart and the personal drama of their Khan Asparoukh. In 681, in alliance with the local Slav tribes, the proto-Bulgarian deal a decisive blow on numerous Byzantine army, thus 13 centuries ago the foundations of the Bulgarian state and nation were laid down.
 
IMDB:
8.8
Year:
1981
323 min
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JOINT PRODUCTION OF THE STUDIO

FOR FEATURE FILMS

AND THE FILM STUDIO

OF THE PEOPLE'S ARMY

"SREDETS"

CREATIVE TEAM:

THE ACTION IN THIS FILM

TAKES PLACE IN THE VII CENTURY,

ONE OF THE FIRST CENTURIES OF

THE GREAT MIGRATION OF PEOPLES,

WHEN THE OLDEST POLITICAL

FORMATION OF THE EUROPEAN

MIDDLE AGES APPEARED -

THE BULGARIAN STATE.

KHAN ASPARUH:

The migration

Script

VERA MUTAFCHIEVA

Script editor

MIHAIL KIRKOV:

Composer

SIMEON PIRONKOV:

Starring:

STOYKO PEEV:

ANTONY GENOV:

BOGOMIL SIMEONOV

ANYA PENCHEVA:

PETAR SLABAKOV:

Directed by

LUDMIL STAIKOV:

Greetings, Pagane!

Kanasubigi is calling for you!

If it's for foretelling,

it's not for you, daughter!

You're not the same since

you prophesied to the late khan.

My daughter has weakened, foreigner.

And she's like a father to us.

My husband died when

he was still young.

I'm strong, mother!

Don't worry, I won't prophesy!

Yuvigi!

Pagane!

I wish the kanasubigi

a long and happy reign!

What are you doing?

You've weakened!

The road is hard, yuvigi,

for everyone.

I had no right to see you. The

mourning for my father ended today.

Khan Kubrat's soul

has reached Tangra!

What is it?

Tell me, Pagane!

Aren't you glad to see me?

- I'm glad to see you, yuvigi!

I'll send kavhan Avitohol to ask you

from your mother tomorrow!

You're a khan now!

The notables won't accept me.

No one has the right

to break our laws.

Don't ask the same

from them!

The warrior Isbul, your father,

has died in battle!

You're nobler than the daughters

of any living notable!

Now go home!

Tomorrow the Council will

choose you for my wife!

Belisarius!

Tell the first boils

to gather before sunrise!

Yuvigi ordered his first boils to gather

for a Council before sunrise tomorrow!

Yuvigi, I found someone eavesdropping

behind your tent last night.

I followed him.

He entered at the kolober's tent.

Then the other nobles came.

My uncle?

- He as well.

I called you, great boils,

to decide, and you, boils, to hear!

Tangra just told me

what you're calling us for!

You want...

- You know it not from Tangra,

but from the chigot that

was spying on me last night!

So?

We'll only repeat your father's

last will. The law is against

your marriage with Pagane.

That was not my father's will, uncle!

He said the Council should decide!

And we have decided!

- When did you decide?!

The Council has just begun!

You speak!

Or you, uncle!

Which law forbids me from taking

the tribe's most eminent woman?

Her mind and skills will be

of great use for my power!

And for all the people!

- You've said the truth, yuvigi!

Pagane is most eminent!

She is perfect!

Perfection incarnated

in a woman's flesh.

Have you forgotten, yuvigi, what

this means by the oldest Bulgar laws?

If we find someone with perfect skills,

we have no right to hold him

in our imperfect world!

We're obliged to send him to Tangra,

so he may serve Him from nearby!

Otherwise He will punish us!

No woman has ever

went to Tangra by this law!

Until today! So far only perfect

men were born among the Bulgars!

Several talents at once,

that's very rare!

Now the great Tangra awaits Pagane!

- Pagane is my wife!

The khan's word is law!

I've said!

The Council is over!

It's a sin to take a woman, whose

fate belongs to Tangra, yuvigi!

Why are you against Pagane, uncle?

She was born for Tangra!

Everyone knew it,

only you couldn't see!

Don't anger Tangra, yuvigi!

Troubles will fall on our people!

The most eminent woman of the tribe

should be sent to Tangra today!

Such is the law!

Whoever upholds the law,

let it be shown!

And you, yuvigi?

If the khan himself breaks our laws,

he can't expect obedience from the people!

And the Bulgars will learn that yuvigi

has refused Tangra His chosen one!

And then the khan is finished!

Yuvigi, what happened?

- Go away!

How can you prove that

Tangra wants Pagane?!

May God kill my only daughter

before the next spring,

if I'm not doing

His will today!

Blessings to you all!

I'll still be among you,

even when you can't see me!

I'll obtain a new homeland

for you from Tangra!

People!

Tangra thanks you!

- Tangra!

You're stones,

not humans!

You go towards death with jubilance,

like a wedding!

There is no death, Belisarius.

There's a longer

or shorter separation.

But while I'm alive, I won't

be reconciled with this parting!

We rode and we rode.

The land changed its clothes,

the sky changed its colours.

Only one remained the same -

we rode on and on.

People were growing old

from hardships, without rest,

from the misery and the frequent

losses of their loved ones.

Children were born on the road,

growing on the saddle.

We rode through the land

and the seasons.

Not only the world around us

changed, but so did we.

The winds dried up our faces.

Bitter wrinkles formed on them

from staring into the distance.

The distance!

I thought it had gained a magical

power over the khan's thoughts.

Drawing us with its unfound secrets.

We rode to the horizon.

A straight, smooth line in the field.

The closer we got to it,

the further away it went.

Why are you always looking at

your people so carefully, yuvigi?

It might be foolish, but I always try

to remember every Bulgar by face and name.

To figure him out.

- But they're thousands!

And I'll be with them

for thousands of days.

Yuvigi, we have to tell you

some of our decisions!

Belisarius, go back to the rest!

Belisarius won't go anywhere

without my order!

We're glad, yuvigi, since we fulfilled

your will to get you married!

You don't need to tell me who my

wife will be! I'll take her anyway!

Not just anyone, but the best! We chose

our kolober's only daughter for you!

The one who will die

before the next spring,

if her father hasn't

fulfilled Tangra's will?

Since I did fulfill it, my daughter

will live as your happy and fruitful consort!

Are you done?

- There's more!

About Belisarius!

- Well?

We sense a well-known incentive for

our last troubles - the hand of Byzantium!

They've incited the Khazars!

Why do we then need a Roman hostage,

if the basileos has broken his word?

The boils think Belisarius

should be removed!

What have you learned about the ties

of the basileos with the Khazar khagan?

Nothing new, but our

previous experiences...

They say all our troubles are

because of the Christians, is that so?

That allows you not to think,

not to use the chance

the world changes give us!

No! I forbid the Council

to take decisions without me!

Only the khan will decide!

Belisarius is useful to me and

he'll stay alive! I've said!

Yuvigi, I'll always pray to God

to give you all the best!

Long life, strong power, victories!

Is that all the best?

Why are you silent?

Aren't you glad you'll be

the first of the first?

I already told you, father.

You shouldn't have done it,

if you ask me.

I don't ask you!

Every daughter owes

her father obedience!

And they told you already - I haven't

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Vera Mutafchieva

Vera Mutafchieva (Bulgarian: Вера Мутафчиева; March 28, 1929 – June 9, 2009) was a Bulgarian writer and historian.Daughter of historian prof. Petar Mutafchiev and Nadia Triphonova, she was born in Sofia and was educated at Sofia University. Vera Mutafchieva obtained her PhD (1958) and DSci (1978) degrees at the Bulgarian Academy of Sciences (BAS) in Sofia. She was a senior researcher at various institutes of the BAS (Institute of History; Institute of Balkan Studies; Institute of Demographic Studies; Institute of Literature), and was elected vice-president of BAS (1993-1996). In 2004 she was elected a member of the Bulgarian Academy of Sciences. Her research focused on the Ottoman period on which she published dozens of studies in Bulgarian and European journals. Some of her monographies were published in the USA, Turkey and Greece. Vera Mutafchieva is the author of historical novels which were translated into 11 languages. She was also script writer of the 1981 film Khan Asparuh (4th position in the Most Viewed Movies in Bulgaria of All Times Chart and Official submission of Bulgaria for the 'Best Foreign Language Film' category of the 55th Academy Awards in 1983 ; international title 681 AD: The Glory of Khan ) and of 2 other films on contemporary subjects, as well as of the drama on the second Bulgarian Kingdom "The Road". Vera Mutafchieva was awarded with numerous national prizes and with the International Herder Prize (1980). From 1997 to 1998, Mutafchieva was head of the State Agency for Bulgarians Abroad. In 2008, it was revealed that she had collaborated with the secret police in communist Bulgaria. However, she is also known for her defence of women's rights in Bulgaria.Mutafchieva died at the Lozenetz Hospital in Sofia at the age of 80. Her ashes were scattered in the Aegean sea near the Cape Sounion. more…

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