the marshes
will not disappear.
A.A. Brussilov, Commander
of South-Western Front
We can only advance there at
the speed of one verst per hour.
The soldiers are walking in muck
up to their bellies.
The Germans pick them off
like mosquitoes.
The gun-carriers' wheels are in
water, the hot meals never arrive.
To subject the army to these
conditions is madness!
And what's the opinion of
my general on the Western front?
A.E. Evert,
Commander of the Western Front
I'll obey all Your Majesty's
orders
to the last drop of blood.
Seems to me your casualty rate
has been increasing
most dramatically.
What do you mean, "dramatically"?
Up to fifty percent. What's even
worse, we've lost the finest officers.
Mikhail Vassilievich, we lost
even better ones.
That's what war is about.
There's still time to revise
the orders, Your Majesty.
How are you, my lad?
I shall serve Your Majesty
till I die!
One shot! One shot!
One more demonstration, gentlemen.
S.S. Lazavert, Doctor
Simply fabulous.
My hand is a little unsteady today.
Fyodor!
Tell me, dear, did you hear
something?
Yes, Your Highness, I did.
- What did you hear?
- Some shots.
That'll be all.
You see, gentlemen?
This can be only a last resort.
- Where is it?
- Excuse me, I'm still deaf.
- Come on, let's see it.
- It's right here.
We'll lay out the swine's
favorite foods on the table.
Yes, cakes, fruits, Madeira.
This is the hydrocyanic acid.
The potassium cyanide.
Provoking instant paralysis
of the central nervous system.
The cyanide in the Madeira.
We hold Russia's fate in our hands.
Let's solemnly swear
that we'll sacrifice our lives,
if necessary, to save
both Mother Russia and the throne
from this evil threat.
To Rasputin's death!
- To his death!
- To Rasputin's death!
To his death!
Go on there! Faster!
The Lord bless us!
Dmitry, son
Varya, daughter
Paraseva, wife
Matryona, daughter
If he doesn't fill his belly,
even a pope will die.
Welcome, my dear guests.
Let us share the Lord's bounty.
There's wine for the heart,
there's salt for the soul.
Bread and cheese
to keep the spirit whole.
The horseradish. Better than
anything!
Come on, everyone, dig in.
That ought to put a little fire
in your belly.
Look who's come to join us.
It's Ivan on his wooden leg.
How are you, neighbor?
Ah, my friends, you don't know
how much I missed you.
I was like a mad dog
in their stinking stone Sodom!
You have to comfort them,
exorcise their demons...
But keep everything under your
hat, or you're cooked!
Tell the Czar how to run
the country.
It takes much brainwork
if you ask me.
Come on, drink up, my friend.
Are all his counselors
stupid or dead?
There's nothing wrong with
his counselors.
So why does he waste his time
with a peasant?
Talking to peasants is like
mother's milk to him.
With you holding the teat, huh?
Bring on the food,
bring on the drink!
Make us a feast
that is fit for a king!
Here you are, children, eat!
Grigory, you're a thieving liar.
Come on, everyone, eat!
- You may speak to emperors...
- You keep quiet!
Eat, everyone, enjoy yourself.
- You're the same thief as before.
- Have you gone crazy?
You know that as well as I do.
I'm telling the truth. No ill
feeling, but my poles are gone.
I put them carefully away
in my barn.
And they've disappeared.
They're stolen by Grishka.
He's quite right about those poles.
You're a thief, Rasputin!
Worthless! Always were and
always will be!
Come on, Mitya,
better leave him be.
Give that back, it's not yours!
Uncle Grigory, he pinched
your letter...
Don't do it! It's me, Terekhov.
It's me, see? Doing my duty...
Care of Pokrovskoye, Tobolsk
Province. Grigory Rasputin.
The wolf caught the sheep at
Baranovitchi and slit their throats.
Say a prayer for the dead.
Mama.
Makarovna!
Forgive me in the name of Christ!
Ivan! Forgive this humble
servant of Lord!
Nobody will answer!
I hate you! All of you!
Among all