please...
Gentlemen.
Alexander Vasilievich needs
protection from the sun!
- It's a resort area.
- There's more sun in Sevastopol...
When are you going there,
Sophia Fyodorovna?
Tea, gentlemen.
This is your fleet!
Yesterday I was walking
by Mikhailovsky castle
when I heard children arguing:
"Mine, give it me", "No"...
Then all of a sudden it
became crystal clear to me
"Everything will come in due time.
It already has come".
There is no more mine or yours.
Every morning I open my eyes
and smile... I'm alive...
I am waiting... This is a reward,
not a punishment.
Because against all the laws
of physics you give,
the more you give
the more you receive.
Just imagine,
I can feel in the palms of my hand
a big and unbelievably
shiny ball.
This is Grace.
A gift...
Happiness... That's the
way it is.
Don't laugh. I know.
I stand on the edge
of a vast unseen world.
And although we see the future
unclearly, as the Apostle said:
"Through a glass darkly...
And now abideth faith,
hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love".
Alexander Vasilievich,
I heard that you
will be in Petrograd...
How soon? March or April?
For some reason it seems
to me that it won't be long.
May I come in? Your Excellency,
a wireless message just came in.
On March 2nd the Emperor Nicholas
the Second abdicated the throne.
Power is with
the Provisional Government...
The monarchy has fallen.
A Provisional Government...
What does that mean?
I don't think it bodes
at all well for Russia.
I think you're right.
Anna Vasilievna, unfortunately...
KRONSTADT, 1917
The revolution has eclipsed our future.
The darkness is moving in.
- Where are you taking us?
- Wherever...
Gentlemen, are we just
a herd of animals?
- We should do something!
- Hands off, sailor!
Please, obey.
It's treason.
- Listen to my command.
- My God!
We're at war. Come to your senses!
What are you doing?
- Sort out the Admiral.
- Fear the Lord.
Gentlemen! Save yourselves,
that's an order!
- Run!
- Shoot them...
Kolya!
May God be with you!
SEVASTOPOL
Annushka, good you're
home. Pack your bags.
- What happened, Serezha?
- Admiral Nepenin has been killed!
- How did he die?
- I said he was killed!
He was clubbed with rifle butts
and stabbed with bayonets. Brutes!
Serezha, I can't understand
what's happening.
God! What on earth
is happening?
Serezhenka, calm down, explain.
Podgursky has also been killed.
He died in my arms.
Out of the way!
- What's the matter?
- The first order...
of the Petrograd Soviet
is for all officers
to hand over weapons.
To prevent a counter-revolutionary
conspiracy.
Turn in your weapon, Admiral.
- We're leaving for Petrograd...
- Why are we leaving?
- I was able to take some leave...
- Hold on now!
What are you waiting for?
Pack your bags...
Admiral, follow
this order immediately.
- Get out of here!
- Listen here, Admiral...
Get out!
All right men,
we'll figure this out on deck.
Officer of the watch, tell everyone
to line up on deck.
Wait, Serezha, how can I...
how can I go...
All letters come to this address.
I'm waiting...
At least close your suitcase?
Anya. Anya,
Anechka, please my dear.
I'm begging you.
The boat leaves in half an hour.
We're finished
if we don't make it on time.
Arms!
As you were!
Attention! Order revoked!
Fall in!
Who are you obeying?
- You afraid, lads!
- Fall in!
Quick.
Officers, gentlemen.
- Weapons up.
- I'm sorry!
At ease.
To avoid bloodshed,
I order the officers
to turn over their weapons.
Admiral, sir, your weapon...
Sir.
PETROGRAD (ST. PETERSBURG)
To the meeting?
Kerensky will be there himself.
Come with us, lady... Let's go!
You weren't home today.
I got the mail and there is a
letter for you.
From Sevastopol.
It's strange that mail
still arrives.
I'm feeling tired today.
In three days I'll be in Petrograd.
Seeing you is all
I'm dreaming of.
SEVASTOPOL
Hearing your voice.
- Kerensky has summoned