Suvorov

SUVOROV:

Kinostudio "MOSFILM" 1940

Father Suvorov is with us.

And Kutuzov, his friend!

Directed by:

Vsevolod Pudovkin & Mikhail Doller

We shout "Hurrah!"

thru the mountains,

Squashing damn enemies!

Squashing damn enemies!

And so he went on to the wall

Father, brothers!

All roads are ours, Count Suvorov!

He commands with his rod

waving it like a bayonet!

Without debates, persuasions...

Nikolay P. Cherkasov

as general Suvorov

Better for enemy to surrender itself.

Behind us - World glory -

dozens of brilliant victories:

Krakow, Turtukay,

Rymnik, Focsani, Kinburn

and an unprecedentedly

daring assault on Ismail.

Poland. 1794. After the battle

on the outskirts of Warsaw

They carry him! They carry him!

They carry him!

The horse was killed

under him, but he's fine!

Miraculous heroes!

My sons!

Heroes! Thank you! Glory to you!

Lower!

Was it you who take this banner?

He did it, Your Excellency.

What's your name, sonny?

- Titmouse!

Ivan!

"Titmouse", the first time in combat.

Yours, Platonich?

- Mine, Your Excellency.

"Titmouse", you say?

Ha! What kind of a bird is titmouse?

No, no! "Titmouse" is not good enough!

You're a hero!

Enough! Eagle!

From now on, you'll be "Eagle".

Not "Titmouse"!

Thank you, Platonich, for new hero.

In short, we've beaten them.

Will we give 'em time to recover?

God have mercy - we will not!

We will continue to strike!

Relax a bit, and then - forward.

Warsaw is under our nose!

Sons of Fanagoritsy - excellent!

Suzdaltsy - good!

Rostovtsy...

I won't say anything.

You know how to scream songs, but

you're less eager to join the fight?

Look, next time...

Azovtsy!

Where's the commander of the Azov?

-Here, Your Excellency!

You bewildered?!

Stuck in the swamp?

You ran under canister shots fire?

How many people you lost in vain?

How many, I'm asking you?

More than 500, Your Excellency.

-You're lying! All!

The whole regiment would have been

dead, if it wasn't for major Tyurin.

What if he didn't get

you out of the swamp?

Take off his sword!

You're going to

court-martial immediately.

The regiment will be given

to major Tyurin. Tyurin!

Yes, Your Excellency.

Thank you, Hero! Soldier!

To avoid a long waiting...

Take mine.

Glory to Colonel Tyurin,

commander of Azov!

Hurrah-ah!

Major Tyurin, Your Excellency.

-Colonel! I said it clearly.

Colonel Tyurin!

The former soldier!

I hope the Queen Mother

will not refuse this to me.

For the soldiers of the

Fatherland are above all!

I remember you very well, my brother.

Under Turtukay,

and under Rimnic, and at Ismail.

And you, bug-eyed peacock... where

did you disappear with the porridge?

Soldiers were exhausted after the

battle, and you wasn't there!

Now remember this, once and for all:

If you ever come late again,

I'll hang you on the first aspen.

Believe me this! I love

you, and I'll keep my word.

All clear in the circle of

20 km, Alexander Vasilich.

We've got five squadrons of prisoners,

and the others...

They didn't save themselves.

That's right, Misha! Correctly!

Enemy shouldn't be allowed to leave

the battlefield. Not a single one.

Uncut forest will grow again.

Salute and glory to Russian Cavalry!

Hurrah-ah!

Your Excellency,

put on your coat, please.

-No, Prokhor.

The adjutant arrived with a package.

-The adjutant?!

Where's the adjutant?

Personal adjutant of the

commander of the corps,

His Excellency the general

duke Lobanov-Rostovsky,

lieutenant Meshchersky,

with urgent message.

Finally arrived... Go on!

Give it here, your message.

Read it, my dear, loudly.

You're among Russians.

To His Excellency, gentleman

and count... -Shorter!

To general Suvorov. Continue!

The message.

"Fulfilling orders of the commander

Field Marshal duke Repnin,

I've started to march

on the carriageway

in the direction of the Polish

fortified camp in Sokolki village..."

Stop!

You mean this camp?

The order of the commander,

as is known to Your Excellency,

is set out...

-Set out, set out.

I got that order yesterday,

and it was very clear.

Go to Sokolki and work fast.

And to general Lobanov-Rostovsky,

to hurry and join with me.

But that is not what we see here!

Your Excellency...

-Continue!

"And according to this,

I ask Your Excellency,

to speed up the movement and

to unite with me in the field,

and to deploy forces for a

joint attack at the enemy camp,

not later than this sixth of October."

Stop!

What October 6th?

What date is today?

-Fifth, Al. Vasilich.

The fifth!

So, your Lobanov-Rostovsky

has passed half of the way?

And tomorrow he'll be here?

And tomorrow, you say,

he'll go to attack?

Now we're in trouble!

But, you see, there will be no attack.

Polish camp - is no more here. See

for yourself. Not a single smoke, see?

Well, they bewildered!

We crushed them without

waiting for your general.

What to do now, God have mercy?

Stop!

Shall we turn back the clock,

so that we can again

strike at the camp with Lobanov?

No, impossible.

Allow me to report...

our corps moves with the speed

envisaged with regulations.

Well, well! Hurry, but slowly!

And how?

Going around, darling. Around!

But I went thru the forest!

Half the length, three times faster.

Drum! Map!

-Drum! Quickly!

I stayed in Grushevke

for more than three days.

And Lobanov-Rostovsky was here!

Here thru these fields,

and now on your road, he drags

to unfold his front.

And I quickly gathered

my troops in one day,

passed 35 miles thru the forest

and went straight into battle.

Going through forests is a violation

of the rules, Your Excellency.

Which rules? Ancient? Gatchina's?

No, my darling!

No obstacles would stop my soldier!

I don't beat him to go into

battle - he rushes alone.

He will pass everywhere!

And wherever one passes,

the entire army will pass.

So that's it, sir. It's a war here!

Not a parade at Gatchina square!

The enemy naps.

Waiting for you from the field,

just like your duke plans.

The enemy knows,

Suvorov is 70 miles away.

But we... heroically

doubled, tripled our steps.

Over steep mountains,

through dense forests,

we fly like eagles, out of the blue.

Hit 'em, cut them,

don't let 'em recover!

In the flank! In the rear!

With Russian bayonets!

And we're done. With glory!

In short, the Commander's

order has been fulfilled.

The camp is mine! Sokolka is mine!

The road to Warsaw is opened.

As for the rules, my dear,

I shall answer it before God.

He is our general, He leads us.

And before the Empress-Mother!

Prokhorov, bring me a spoon!

I will eat porridge with Fanagoritsy.

With the first battalion!

Catherine's wars died down...

Unfading glory covered the

banners of Suvorov regiments...

After the death of Empress

Catherine, in November 1796,

the Russian throne was

inherited by her son Paul I

The army was transformed

according to "Gatchina manners."

Old rules were returned together

with ridiculous uniforms,

abolished, with the influence of

Suvorov, almost thirty years ago.

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