Taras Bulba Page #2

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My soil.

It's just like Latin, at the seminary.

It's not for me.

Veni, vidi,...

What comes after that ?

Vici.

I came, I saw, I won.

Won ? No, not us.

Not with this soil under our feet.

There she is.

Where ?

Over there, first row.

Next to her father.

Hey you, bastards, how

dare you go to church ?

What did you say ?

A real son of Taras, huh guys ?

And you, what can you do ?

Or maybe you can't do anything ?

Huh ?

So be it.

He will stand here.

And I shall shoot.

But why would you want to do that, Shilo ?

Because he had already his turn.

We'll see whether he's courageous.

Yuk !

Where are you going to, Taras ?

Hi, father.

Hi.

Back to Syetch ?

Do you believe in Christ ?

I do.

Hail to you, Koshevoy ()

() Supreme chief of the Cossacks

Hello, Taras.

And do you believe in the Holy Trinity ?

I do, father.

Sit down.

And now, cross yourself.

Good. You can go now.

And you know to which hut...

Thank you, father.

So, Koshevoy...

It's time for the Cossacks to have fun.

There's no place to have fun.

How so, no place ?

We can go to the Turks, or to the Tatars.

We can't go to the Turks nor to the Tatars.

How so, we can't go ?

We promised the sultan...peace.

You, you are the sultan...

this devil of a Turk,

brother to the demon and...

Lucifer's secretary in person !

But what the hell can you do, knight,

when you can't even kill a hedgehog,

because your butt is naked ?

We do not fear your armies.

On ground and sea, we will fight you...

you, Babylonian spitmeat !

Gelding of Jerusalem !

And now, we have to finish,

for we don't know how to count

and we don't have a calendar.

But if this day is ours,

it is yours too.

Kiss...

from where you are, kiss us right here !

All right, send this letter to the sultan.

We can't send the letter to the sultan.

And why is that so ?

Koshevoy won't allow it.

How so, won't allow it ?

He wants peace with the sultan.

That dog !

What do you want, sirs ?

- Give back the staff !

- Give back the staff, son of a b*tch !

We don't want you anymore !

Go away !

Give back the staff !

- Give back the staff !

- Go away !

Who do you choose now as Koshevoy ?

Choose Kukubenko !

No, not Kukubenko !

He's too young !

He's still got milk on the lip !

Let Shilo be the chief !

Yes, Shilo ! Shilo !

F*** Shilo !

A guy who steals from hiw own

is not a Cossack, son of a b*tch !

Like a Tatar !

Shout for Kirdyaga.

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Yes, Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Kirdyaga !

Take the staff !

Kirdyaga !

Take it !

Let there be vodka for all !

What news ?

Disastrous !

All this Cossack power, in vain !

There is no war !

Our sergents are growing mossy,

and their eyes are getting fleshy !

Allow me, chief, to say a word ?

Speak.

What is the news ?

The news is catastrophic.

Catastrophic ?

Colonel, you don't have a regiment any more.

And you don't have a farm,

or horses, any more.

No servants any more.

The Polacks destroyed everything.

And your wife, Taras...

they killed her.

Even maimed, we tried to save her.

But we couldn't.

And allow me, sirs,

to say another word.

Speak !

Speak.

Speak, dog !

Don't hide anything !

I want to ask you something.

Have you heard...

what's going on over the whole kingdom ?

And what's going on ?

Tell us what's going on, son of a b*tch !

We were born and baptized

but they don't give a damn !

We live in a time

where even the sacred churches

are not ours any more !

How so, not ours ?

Why, not ours ?

They are renting them to innkeepers !

What ? What do you mean ?

Christian churches ?

And if we don't pay the rent in advance,

they won't allow us to attend mass !

That is the kind of time

we are living in Ukraine !

Listen up, for I have

not said everything yet.

Today, priests are traveling

across Ukraine in carts.

The problem is not that

they are traveling in carts,

it's that the carts are not

drawn by horses...

...but by good orthodox Christians !

That is the kind of time

we are living in Ukraine !

And you, you are here,

in Zaporozhye,

you are having fun and you don't hear

what's going on in the world.

Shut up, shut up !

And what have you been doing ?

Didn't you have your

swords with you, or what ?

How could you ever allow

such mischief to even happen ?

Oh yes, I would like to see you,

facing fifty thousand Polacks.

It's not a secret that even

among us there are dogs,

who are turning away from faith.

And your Ghetman, and your colonels,

what have they done ?

What our colonels have done ?

They have done what they had to,

to defend God, and you, and us.

Right now, the Ghetman is in Warsaw,

boiled in a copper cauldron !

The heads and hands of the colonels

have been shown to the population,

on fairgrounds !

That is what our colonels have done !

What ?! Priests carried in carts

drawn by good orthodox Christians ?!

How can we tolerate on Russian soil

that damned infidels practice such tortures ?!

And what they have done to

the Ghetman and the colonels !

We won't allow it !

We won't allow it !

Let's go and strangle the strangers !

Let's go and drown them in the Dnieper !

But it's not us, it's not us renting,

it's not the Jews !

It's the Ukrainians, but not us,

not the Jews !

I did nothing, I did nothing !

Master, protect me,

I did nothing.

Masters such as you, sirs,

there are none better in the world !

So courageous, so brave, so good, no,

never anywhere ! Never !

But it's not us, it's not us renting,

it's not the Jews !

Those who do that,

we should spit on them !

Pfuh-pfuh-pfuh-pfuh !

And throw them in hell !

I knew your brother,

the late Dorosh,

I lent him 800 crowns

when he wanted to buy...

Enough, come here.

Don't move !

Wait !

You knew my brother ?

Yes.

In truth I did.

He was a generous man.

What's your name ?

Yankel.

Very well.

Step away, brave fighters.

And you, go away.

Don't push me to sin.

The council of elders has decided

to go to Poland !

Make them pay for their misdeeds,

in tears and death !

They denigrated our faith !

What is the decision of

Zaporozhye's independent army ?

Agreed !

Agreed !

God bless you !

God bless you !

Farewell, Syetch, mother.

The Lord be with you.

Moron ! Do you want to

get shot like a sparrow ?

I'm not talking to anyone.

This is my own cart.

I'm carrying everything

the Cossacks may need,

and at a price so low that no

Jew would be able to match.

Honestly, yes, by God, yes !

Ah ! You are a smart one !

Soon, the whole of south-western

Poland became prey to the terror.

Everywhere shouts could be heard :

"Cossacks ! The Cossacks are coming !"

All that could be saved, was carried off.

All were fleeing, alone or in groups,

in total panic.

What do you think ?

Your Highness, they are

as many as grasshoppers.

Are they really that many ?

Rabble ! Cattle !

Rebel slaves !

Maybe not all of them.

You don't know them.

Are you afraid ?

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