Suvorov Page #3

He clapped with his hands,

and shouted the kochegin's call.

And my God! The rockets soared,

they blew in the trumpets,

the army was risen.

And then it started.

-Was it terrible?

All hell broke loose! Earthquake!

300 cannons at point blank range!

And we're going.

No one thought to stay alive.

Some were already killed, but their

feet were still carrying them forward!

Only the bayonets were glittering.

Forward!

"Forward!" Suvorov shouted, and was

the first who climbed on the wall.

We followed him.

And no bullet hit him.

And no sword cut him.

One janissary, a giant,

swung his scimitar at him,

but he just looked,

and the janissary dropped dead!

I saw it myself.

Uncle, why Suvorov was

shouting like a rooster?

Ah, Suvorov is not intimidated

by enemy's bayonets,

but worries about babbling tongues.

Spy comes quickly,

and has a sharp ear!

All kind of things happen

at the headquarters.

When will the battle begin,

no one knows.

Only he knows!

So, the end of the story is well-known.

-Victory!

Glory!

In the evenings,

he dictated his famous

military textbook

"The science of Victory"

What was the last part?

-The seventh chapter.

"About prowess and knowledge"

-So...

Who knows how to act,

he knows no fear.

The speed is the

companion of victory.

Sharp eye, speed,

surprise - are our leaders!

A true commander is the one...

who defeats the enemy

before even reaching it!

First, win with your thoughts,

and then with your actions!

And this is a must for all...

In order that the army

understands it's leader,

every soldier has to

know his maneuver:

Know and dare!

One wise man is worth three fools!

Be perspicacious, cautious...

Have a definite goal!

Find someone to be

an example of a hero.

Watch him, go after him!

Get close to him!

Overtake! Glory to you!

You're Russian!

I have the honor...

-Huh?

Alexander Vassilich, we caught him!

Who?

-A prisoner.

Prisoner? -Yeah, he was sneaking

around, but we caught him.

Bring him here!

Go now, my dear.

Go, go.

Go!

On your knees! Now!

Who is this? Remove the bandage!

Hat off!

Petro!

Oh, my dear friend! Petro!

Look at him! Duke Petro!

Thank you!

My dear friend!

Here, gentlemen cavaliers!

-Hello, old timers!

Hello...

-Silence!

Welcome Peter Ivanovich!

Close the shutters!

Close tightly!

Platonich, send cavaliers on patrol!

Bath?

Platonich in a bathhouse!

Pashka! Bring some pickled

mushrooms and anisette.

Petro! Petyenka!

English, Italian,

German, French.

And this... from your daughter.

Thank you.

Here's the latest plan of General

Bonaparte's current campaign.

See how he leads the fight.

He doesn't give time to recover!

His ambition:

to take away the enemy's will

and to show how relentless he is.

He gathers his forces into a fist

and hits the enemy piece by piece.

Blow after blow!

And then the cavalry!

Until the full extermination,

to full victory!

Well done! But this is nothing new.

I beat Poles and Turks the same way.

This boy sure walks well.

It's time to calm him.

Now is the time,

or it'll be too late.

Now look, this is his path.

He took Italy. And Austria...

No problem - it lays down at his feet.

And what will be his next target?

Russia.

But Europe in vain

moves against Russia.

She will find a fierce hate,

great valor

and it's coffin.

A year later,

Suvorov was suddenly summoned

to the Emperor Paul. The

rendezvous took place in Gatchina

Suvorov.

But, Mikhail Illarionovich will

explain this curiosity to us.

Tell us why? Who needs that old...

You want to say, genius!

Oh, yes.

-Europe, Your Excellency.

Only Suvorov can protect Europe

from these fearsome acts

of General Bonaparte.

He's coming!

Hurrah-ah-ah-ah!

His Excellency Count Suvorov Rymniksky.

Mishenka! My one-eyed boy!

Well, thank you! At least

one of my friends is here.

Oh, mama! So many generals are here!

Andryusha.

Lead Andryusha, it's slippery here.

Hello, Alexey Andreyevich.

Hello, Earl - the extraordinary one!

I know it by heart, and repeat every

morning, the story about your life.

How's that?

-Here's how!

Last year in November the seventh

- promoted to commandant.

8th - General, 9th - in the Guards,

12th to Barons,

14th - "Anna" first degree,

with 20 thousand serfs.

In less than a year - you're an Earl!

We, the elders,

simply cannot keep up with you.

I'm fully committed

to serve my Emperor.

It was the will of His Majesty to

reward me, not only for my merits.

Sweet!

Good that you have the

rank and medals...

merits can always come later.

His Imperial Majesty

is asking Count Suvorov-Rymniksky

to be welcome to a private audience.

Well, thank you, I should go now.

He bows to a lackey!

Your Excellency, this is a lackey.

I know, dear, I know,

that's why I bow.

Today, a lackey, tomorrow - a baron!

Impious illegal rulers of France,

found a military leader - Bonaparte.

You know this.

This is a great peril to our allies,

Great Britain, and above all, Austria.

Thinking about the help,

we have found it best to call you.

And to forget your former

insolent disobedience.

For our first duty is to care for

the welfare of Russia and Europe.

My life and death belongs

to Russia, Your Majesty.

According to this...

we decided to give you

the command of our army.

In order to lead this

perfect mechanism...

with thy military glory.

I'm afraid, Your Majesty... I won't

be able to command a mechanism.

You will.

-I won't, Your Majesty.

You will!

My soldier is...

like a tool which

drives other components.

A spring...

which operates bayonet or saber.

The Army of great harmony and order.

Speak!

Mechanism...

Springs...

Like a dummy!

A dummy, Your Majesty, with a bayonet,

or with a sword, is still a dummy.

With such an army,

not just me - the sinner,

but even the One above me,

cannot win.

I command the people,

Your Majesty, not springs.

Nonsense!

The army of Frederick of Prussia

covered itself with glory.

I'm Russian, Your Majesty, it doesn't

befit me to hop after Frederick.

That's my cavalry on the battlefield!

I've had enough of your impertinence!

Oh! Your Majesty, allow me to retire.

Forgive the old man.

-What?!

Belly ache.

-Get out!

Buffoon!

Clown!

Hurrah-ah-ah-ah!

- Ismail - glory!

Warsaw - glory!

Poltava - glory!

Glory!

Another year has passed

Listen, old girl...

This will be written on a tombstone.

"Stop here, passerby.

Here lies a man who is

not like other mortals.

Off the beaten paths,

he sang a bass in the choir,

honoring the thunder

of Peter and Alexander.

He poured buckets of

cold water on himself,

but flames of courage he poured

into the hearts of the people."

You don't approve it?

So get out, you fool.

Prokhorov!

Proshka!

Well! They're all sleeping.

My counselors, gentlemen cavaliers...

A link...

Can this be the end?

You cannot hide it!

I can smell anisette a

mile away, Your Excellency.

So, that's the vault where

you hide your gunpowder!

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