Suvorov Page #2

His Excellency has invited me,

count Arakcheev.

Enter, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

I'm not thanking you for myself...

but for the benefit

of the Russian state.

Your Majesty!

Get up.

Get up!

For the empire of the great order.

For the bearing of your thoughts...

aimed to the assertion of this order.

My order!

And this Suvorov,

this muddleheaded old man,

dares to break the

uniformity of harmony,

which I have established,

I the Russian autocrat!

Your Majesty...

Spirit of disobedience

imbued not only Field

Marshal Suvorov himself,

but his generals and officers, as well.

Even the soldiers, I believe.

Here it is!

The letter, Your Majesty...

We intercepted it.

Sent by Suvorov to count Deribas.

"I don't know, in which ancient castle

they have found

that exotic article, nibbled by mice?

This masquerade with

plaits and curls

spread the stench in the barracks,

lice,

and contagion."

This is about our military

regulations, Your Majesty.

What else?

What?

What?!

Speak!

I don't dare.

-Read it!

I order you!

Poem... a poem, Your Majesty.

Related to Your Majesty.

Seems that count Suvorov is not only

the Field Marshal, but a poet, too.

The rumor ascribes this to him.

-Read it!

"You are not the crowned head

in Peter's glorious city,

But a despot and corporal

on the parade ground."

Get out! Out! Out!

How many troops Suvorov has in Tulchin?

60 thousand bayonets, Your Majesty.

It was ordered to disband his

headquarter and send 'em here.

Did those generals arrive here?

-No, Your Majesty.

Only two colonels arrived with

communiques, Your Majesty.

With communiques?

Who are they?

-Tyurin and...

Lobashkin, Your Majesty.

Their families background?

-Nobles of the soldiers, Your Majesty.

Fosterlings of Suvorov. For him,

they would go thru ice and fire!

Hmm!

Those Colonels...

tell them to be on the

square during inspection.

I will interrogate them!

Suvorov will learn what obedience is.

Don't linger here, get out!

Send him the order by a loyal officer.

Order is ready, Your Majesty.

Enter!

Give this package with His

Majesty's personal order,

to Field Marshal Suvorov.

And watch the people around you.

If you notice the

spirit of disobedience...

report it in detail.

Go!

Who are you?

Your Imperial Majesty, colonel Tyurin,

headquarter of South-Western army.

-What for are the crosses?

For Ismail, for Warsaw, for Rome.

-Why are you standing like that?!

Why the old uniform?

Where are the braids and curls?

Don't you know the rules?!

Who do you deign to obey, sir?!

Field Marshal Suvorov, Your Majesty.

Awards befit someone

who, above all, honors

the duty of obedience to his Emperor.

Take off his sword!

To the fortress!

Remove the crosses!

Attention!

-Stand still!

Attention!

Fall in!

What's that regiment?!

Third Light Infantry,

of Suvorov, Your Majesty.

Colonel to me!

Regiment! About face!

Regiment! About face!

Direction:
straight to Siberia! March!

Direction:
straight...

to Siberia! March!

I will drive the Suvorov

spirit out of them.

Suvorov's fighting troops

were in the far away Tulchin

His Excellency

General-in-chief Suvorov?

Here, Your Excellency!

Where is my regiment going?

-To Siberia.

Rumors has it that

they have passed Kazan.

Were you at the parade that day?

-I was.

Was my communique presented

to the sovereign? -No.

It was on the chest of mister

Colonel... under the uniform.

And the bullet...

-I know! I know everything.

Where's the other Colonel?

In the fortress.

So...

Thank you.

Take a rest from the road.

"You, whom we revered as the first,

remain the last.

Please favor and act

according to the regulations

without bringing up reminders

of the duty of the service,

for you are not in

capacity to judge about it.

Paul."

Do not turn your back to

the history, Your Majesty.

Uh... Why all this!

Prokhorov!

Proshka!

Captain Meshchersky, come closer!

There will be no answer

to the message of

His Imperial Majesty.

Because there is no war...

Field Marshal Alexander Suvorov

can not command the troops.

And does not want to!

Your Excellency...

Now go and hurry, my dear.

Godspeed!

Long journey awaits you.

Your Honor!

His Excellency asks you to

take this and not to be angry.

Spring nights are chilly, with

God's help, you will not catch cold.

Do not follow my example!

Anyway, it's too late.

Battles are over...

and me and my victories

are of no use to anyone.

In the morning, sound the

trumpet for the last parade.

I'm going to Kobrin, in the village.

On very welcome vacation!

Soldiers!

This cross...

you gave me for Focsani.

This one... for Ismail!

This star...

shined for me in the sky of Warsaw.

Alexander Vasilich... father!

With you... I've deserved it...

With you... I will leave it.

Father!

At least say a word!

Come closer.

Brothers, what is this?

-Don't go!

Don't leave all this!

-Stay here, father!

For forty years,

I led you from victory to victory.

With you, I didn't know for defeat.

I never retreated!

Kurtukaytsy, kinburdovtsy,

ismailtsy, varshavtsy - heroes!

My children...

Farewell!

Remember Suvorov - Field Marshal...

and the soldier!

Cherish your military glory!

Cherish it within your hearts,

carry it on your bayonets!

Forward! Always forward!

Prokhor, go!

-Let's go!

Father! Father!

For a daring response to the

emperor, Suvorov was exiled

in the village of Konchanskoe,

lost in the remote

forests of Novgorod...

But even in the years

of the "royal disgrace"

veteran heroes didn't

leave their commander

Konchanskoe

Count Alexander Suvorov Rymniksky

And then we came to Ismail...

Terrible fortress.

Unique in the whole world.

The black stone walls

were higher than clouds.

I looked up, and I felt dizzy.

We thought it was impenetrable.

There is no such force.

And he... just chuckles.

We piled our wall right

against Ismail's wall!

We piled it just to

be a little higher.

He drove us to that

wall from dawn to dusk.

Up - down! Up - down! And up again!

And... fear disappeared.

We got used to it, or what?

But we suddenly received the order

from His Highness Duke Potemkin:

"Retreat, Suvorov."

And he answered:
"I don't

understand this strange word."

And he sent his order

to Turkish Pasha.

What order, uncle?

-The only one Suvorov knew.

"24 hours at your disposal - to think!"

If only one shot is fired,

this offer is not valid.

Assault - Death!

I remember that winter night.

I was on guard in his tent.

Suddenly, I see - he goes out.

He ascended the mound,

and stood watching.

And during the night,

the fog was thickening.

But he saw everything.

He sees through the wall.

He is gifted with such a force.

Where are the Turkish redoubts...

how many cannons they have, where

they set up the ambushes that night.

He saw it all!

He stood there for an hour,

or two - I don't remember...

And then he gave the common signal.

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