Suvorov Page #4

And I trusted you.

-Then put a guard here!

Never mind all this, Prokhor.

I'm leaving.

Where to, God have mercy?

To the monks. On the great vows.

My time is coming.

Soon, I'll have to report...

to my general.

Discharge all men from service,

cannons to be melted for church bells,

and I go to monastery.

Proud name mine - Alexander...

I will change.

I'll be called Akaki,

Agathon, or whatever.

Good heavens!

What kind of a monk you

would become, God have mercy?

How would you live without anisette?

And what about me?

And gentlemen cavaliers?

They sure would follow you.

Battalion of veterans in the monastery.

What would become of such

a monastery? A shame!

Gentlemen cavaliers would sell

entire monastery for liquor.

No, Alexander Vasilich,

don't offend God.

You can't.

-I will!

Anisette doesn't harm God.

-No!

Yes.

-No!

Go now, Prokhor.

Tomorrow we will talk.

Go and look what the cat dragged in!

From St. Petersburg,

Alexander Vasilich.

They're not welcome!

For St. Petersburg, Suvorov

is not here. No, not here!

Where are you then, Alexander Vasilich?

-Where?

Died! Passed away!

-God forbid!

How can I say that?

Couriers from His Imperial Majesty,

with an edict!

Edict?!

God help us, they don't even

want to let me die in piece!

Let 'em in!

Ah... the messenger of the Gods!

No salvation from you.

Major General of the Guards Tolbukhin.

I know you.

Very well, sir, hand me the edict.

Prokhorov, take the coats.

"Paul I, Emperor, to Suvorov.

I've just received the urgent news

about the strong desire of my allies

that you lead..."

My eyes are veiled. Read it, general.

"...that you lead armies in Italy.

Regarding the current

situation in Europe,

I suggest you to immediately

take the leadership

and command in your hands. Paul."

"Take the leadership and

command in your hands."

Too late, my Lord Tsar.

Now it's too late.

Too late, too late. -It is

believed that general Bonaparte

is crushing Austrian army... -And

he will crush it! It's not difficult.

...and with all his

forces overwhelm Russia.

...Bonaparte

Yes... He's a true leader.

But against Russia...

No!

Wake up all the cavaliers!

We're here, Your Excellency!

Egorka!

Fly like a bullet to headman Fomka.

Borrow 200 rubles, credit for the road.

Proshka! The coat.

I sang bass in the choir, for reason.

Now I'll sing it with Mars!

Prepare the horses!

An hour to assemble, another to go.

Let the bells jingle!

So began the legendary

"Italian campaign"...

Within 4 months Suvorov forced

the best generals of France to flee

and cleared Italy of the enemy,

giving the country under authority

of the allied Austrian crown.

The road to Paris was open

Hurrah-ah!

God bless, we've beaten these, too!

The last... in Italy.

Hurrah! Viva!

You fought bravely, God have mercy!

Especially you, General.

You handled it with glory.

It would be a sin to

take it away from you.

I swear, I shall never rise

it against you, General.

Good for you!

Next time I wouldn't return it to you.

Stand up!

You're free!

You're free, too, gentlemen generals.

See you in Paris!

To Paris!

-To Paris!

To Paris!

-To Paris!

To Field Marshal Suvorov

from His Majesty Emperor of Austria.

Let 'em through!

Here, gentlemen generals...

an order...

from the Austrian

court's military council,

to whom we are subjected.

"The Austrian crown is not interested

in further advancing in the territory.

Holy Empire have already

reached the destined borders."

Well, in short,

we interrupt our campaign.

We do not go to Paris,

we go to the Swiss land.

To rescue Russian troops

of Rimsky-Korsakov.

So that Austrian gentlemen

can devote to the pastime

in their winter quarters.

Signed:
"Franz...

The Emperor."

Please leave me alone.

I'd like to know...

how much gold French Directory gave

for this maneuver.

And to whom exactly?!

Eh... Your Majesties.

Choosing the shortest route,

which enemy didn't expect,

Suvorov set his troops to storm

the Alpine mountain heights

You see?

Do you hear where I'm sending you?

In the bypass,

to hit the French in the rear.

And as soon as you can.

Won't be the first time,

Alexander Vasilich.

And not the last.

The road is difficult,

suitable only for mountain goats...

and your rangers, duke Petro.

-I will pass through.

I'll pass during a night

and sit on their shoulders.

You have to climb

above their batteries.

Will you pass through?

You will pass! You always pass for me!

Just wait for my signal in the dawn.

So, when you open fire,

I'll start the attack.

Well... Godspeed!

He's leaving only a minor

battalion in the valley.

There are only barriers yonder.

He has sent Bagration to the bypass.

-He's changed the plan again?

Exactly!

He leads all the major

forces to Saint-Gothard.

Madness! It's a straight road to death.

Straight road to the French rear.

Be aware of this and

don't waste a minute.

Oh, Holy Mother!

Up there is even steeper.

Hello, miraculous heroes!

At your command, Your Excellency!

Well, brothers, are we going

to fly over this hillock?

Hillock!

These are always

hillocks to him. Eagle!

Come on, let's go!

-Come on, let's go!

On the mountain cliffs,

above the bottomless abyss,

Bagration led his unit to

bypass the French positions

The troops, ready to assault,

waited for the signal

Your Excellency...

our hopes in Bagration,

are in vain.

We must either begin

the assault, or...

Bagration has opened fire!

Look, he's over their heads!

He never betrayed his own people!

Unfurl our banners!

Forward! Shame and death

to those who lag behind!

Forward!

Hurrah!

September 6th, 1799

Saint Gotthard Pass was taken

Prokhor Semyonitch,

report this to Alexander Vasilich...

Military council is with him now.

-Wait! We've found this man.

In our uniform.

-Well...

Looks like he fell of the cliff.

He's dead.

We wanted to see if he's alive,

and we found this package.

This is the most difficult way,

but the shortest.

Alexander Vasilich!

Generals, I have to interrupt

the meeting for a short time.

A dead man has been found.

And he's got a letter.

It's written in German.

It's dark here, I cannot make it out.

Come on... your eyes are young.

Come here!

Translate, my dear.

"Suvorov changed his plan again."

Translate it.

Excuse me, Excellence...

"Here at St. Gotthard...

there are only a few battalions.

The main forces

remained in the valleys.

Apparently, the goal

of General Suvorov..."

Colonel Tour doesn't

translate correctly.

"Suvorov again changed the direction.

His main forces are

here at St. Gotthard.

Suvorov intents to attack

you from the rear."

Ah!

Thank you, my dear,

you translated correctly.

To whom is addressed this letter?

To the French, Misha.

To general Massena.

You didn't succeed this time.

I'm sorry, my dear,

it's your own fault.

12 rifles. Without a trial!

Get up colonel.

Forward, always forward -

to help Rimsky-Korsakov

Alexander Vasilich!

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