Serko Page #4

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And no one came to rescus us.

Here we are.

Instead of Jeaus Dumitri Nicolat Pechkov,

the bravest, most handsome Cossack

of Holy Russia appears before our eyes.

the young man has been relentlessly riding

night and day for over 100 days.

from the distant shores of the Amur.

The Tsat, indeed!

He wants to beg him to dispenese

justice for his friend Muktan.

Yes that's it, justice.

What's she saying? Hurry, keep track!

We're telling Dimitris story.

She's talking about the horse slaughter.

These horses are not for sale,

says Dimitri Pechkov.

Since you won't seeI them,

you'd better watch, stupid.

The gang leader loads his rifle,

and shoots at the herd.

Fifty yards away one horse collapese,

then another.

"Still not for asle"?

"Never, Niet"

The man angrith kills two more horses.

"Well?" "Rater die!"

Suddenly Mutkian, the Evenk friend,

whom Dimitri regards as a brothre,

appears on his hores.

The man shoots again.

Mutkan is hit and collapses.

"Never again" says Dimitri.

"Never again. "

Where are you from?

From over there!

And you?

From over there!

Where are you going?

That way.

And you?

That way.

And you?

Serko!

Today we'll work more miracles!

We'll ride through

this forest before sundown!

I don't know how long it'll take us,

but we'll ride through it all the same!

You'll have the easy task since

I'm deiving you!

Even if it seems hard, I know you can do it.

You're a horse and you're good

at what you do.

Now it's all about steadiness.

And as for steadiness you're an ace!

Hey little champ, if I keep induiging you,

you'll get proud!

You haven't got wings yet!

Good boy.

Stop it, Serko, stop it!

Stop it!

Stop it!

Sh*t!

Sorry!

Sorry Serdo, I'm not happy either.

F***!

Then facing the beast,

trembling with fear,

the young Cossack has no choice:

kill or be killed.

He closes his eyes,

asks God's mercy,

and with his knife blade,

aims for the beast's heart.

Wounded and howling with rage,

the beast still doesn't relent.

when Serko sees his master about

to be torn apart by the beast,

he makes for the bear,

and kicks his ass!

Girls!

Girls, there's money to be had!

I've told of chinese torture

and of wonderfuI caraavanserais,

but I'be nevertold of a nice fellow's

asventures as they take place.

I'm not only a talented shadow puppeteer,

but a storyteller.

Crowds ask for more:

I'm a rich man.

Now where's my little fellow?

I have no idea.

Hey, Deserter?

You a deserter?

Hey, you hear me?

Konw of a hoteI or an inn,

please, my friend?

My horse and I are dead tired,

and we need some shelter right away.

On your right, Cossack.

You won't regret it!

Thank you!

On your right, Cossack.

You won't regret it!

What race is your dog? Hey, wait!

But our admirers want to know more.

The whole, uncensored story.

But I need to find out about

the story first.

To do so, I need to find my dear

Dimitri very soon.

But where is he? What's he up to?

Did you come a long way, Sir?

All the way from the Amur!

How far are you going?

On my way to pay my respects to the Tsar.

You're a good horse, Serko.

You may be little, but you're the best.

Enjoy, you've deserved it!

I'll sleep right here.

Oh no Sir!

A gentle man about to visit the Tsar

is entitled to our best room!

Reassure me, Bouvarine!

Hey, Hey!

NO!

Do tell me that there's no

way he can reach Saint Petersburg.

The fooI has all the luck.

He's followed by a Frenchman,

who is telling his story to everyone.

Stop them!

Whe must stop them, overpower them!

Have them arrested!

Have him shot!

Have them arrested! Have him shot!

Prince, Cossack Dimitri Petchkov is in jaiI!

Thank you, Lord!

Thank you, Lord!

Do you realise how lucky you are that,

I've come all this way here?

He's worse than a kourma!

Korma?

What is it?

It's a skunk thaat stinks even more.

But money has no smell.

or do you wnat me to handle it?

Tell him to consider our expenses.

He stinks.

Tell him to consider our expenses.

Christ! 6,000 for someone who stinks?

I don't stink.

Yes you do!

You do!

Take it or leave it!

Let's leave.

Let's leave the stinking Cossack with him.

You'll be remembered as the man,

that left to rot in prison

Russia's greatest hero.

Well then my dear, if you give me

a better price, say 1,000,

the portrait I'd make of you in my show

will be even more striking.

My show was getting more valuable

than a gold mine everyday.

They come in droved to listen

to my romanticizing,

of Serko and Dimitri's adventures.

Well, a stinking hero is no hero.

So I offer him a bath.

I follow him because I watch,

and I protect my small

investment like a son.

But as with any thriving investment,

Some worry it may thrive at their expense.

These people are no other,

than Bouvarine, Muktan't murderer.

Dimitri Nikolayevich Pechkov!

Dimitri Nikolayevich Pechkov!

Dimitri Nikolayevich Pechkov!

Dimitri.

Murder!

Help!

Thank you, my friends!

But I'll never be able to repay you!

Buy why repay me?

I bet you that those people from

last night will tell your story.

To one guy, and to another one,

and to another one.

And there'll soon be thousands.

Million begging to know what happens next.

Take my word for it.

So, enjoy your meaI, Cossack,

go rigth ahead!

I'd like to propose a toast to Holy Russia.

Look! There's our hero! Domitri Pechkov!

Thank you three for getting me out of jaiI.

Thank you for rescuing me from bandits.

Providence, providence!

And thank Serko of course

for taking me here!

Thank you.

You have to be something to stap

a 1,200-pound bear!

Well done, Cossack!

Why do you cheat?

You ride your house.

But that's Iying!

Well, you'll be the only one

thinking this way!

He's dying!

What did you give him?

Nothing. The usuaI.

He's been poisoned!

Fot any paraffin?

No.

Go ask someone!

We must pump his stomach!

Don't worry, Serko, everything will be fine.

Hold on, just a little more.

Dimitri could not.

Dimitri could not hold back his tears.

On may 3rd, 1890,

a silent crowd attended

the blessing of Serko,

the strongest horse ever

born in holy Russia.

Remember this day, ladies and gentlemen,

the day when Serko was blessed

by Moscow's Archbishop,

in the church of Saint BasiI the Blessed.

Our show is a triumph everywhere.

Along the way, we tell of new events,

and in Moscow we have an ovation.

But the more we're acclaimed,

the greater the danger.

Our triumphs trigger the wrath of Korsakov

who'll play with fire to destroy us.

For God's sake!

Pivine!

Pivine!

Pivine! Pivine!

Pivine!

Farewell, Pivoine,

you worked the shadows

of life like a goddess.

Farewell, I won't forget you smile.

- Dimitri arrives in St Petersburg.

- He has no time to visit.

Pardon me, where can I find the Tsar?

He rushes to the Palace.

The Tsar will welcome him,

all the better as his guardian angeI

has been so devoted that

all Russians know of his feats.

To the great displeasure

of corrupt Korsakov,

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