- What is your surname, soldier?
- Surname... What's with the surname?
My surname isn't famous:
Krapilin, an orderly.
And you will perish, wild beast,
perish in a gutter!
Sit here, on your barrel!
Oh no, you'll run!
Run away to Constantinople!
You are only brave to hang
women and mechanics!
You are wrong, soldier!
I've been to log-path of Chongar,
with music, wounded twice there!
All provinces spit upon
your music!
Farewell, Your Excellency,
I've said it all.
No, you're a bad soldier.
Well begun, poorly done.
Hang him, I can not look at him!
Flag!
Flag!
Flag! Forward!
Stand back! Give way!
Orchestra!
- Hello, gentlemen!
- Viva, Your Excellency!
I ask for permission to report
to Your Excellency confidentially!
- Yes. Leave us!
- Everybody move 20 steps away!
3 hours ago the enemy captured Yushun.
The Bolshevicks are in Crimea.
- The end...
- The end.
Your Beatitude!
In this fearsome hour we set hopes
only on Lord's mercy.
Pray, Your Beatitude.
- Where is the train to Sevastopol?
- Lord Almighty...
Why do Thee send new ordeals
to your creatures?
Why, Lord?
- Your Grace,
you bother our Lord in vain.
He abondoned us long ago.
Look - the water went away from Sivash.
The Bolshevicks walked through like
on the parquet.
Saint George is laughing at us!
- General, what are you saying?
I am strongly against such a tone!
Apparently you are sick, general.
I am sorry you didn't go abroad for
treatment in summer, like I advised.
Oh, and who would make your soldiers to
defend the wall at Perekop?
Who would send Charnota to Karpov gorge?
Who would hang, your Excellency?
You must return to Sevastopol immediately.
Gentlemen officers, the Commander-in-Chief
is leaving us. Orchestra!
Into carriages - march!
Get away!
Gentlemen officers!
Wind up the headquarters immediately.
The Crimea fell.
Amen.
Go to your units immediately, gentlemen.
Protect the station with all means.
I order: no soldier
should stay alive. You are free.
Colonel...
Colonel!
Excuse me.
Regiment!
Halt!
- Warrant officer!
- Here.
- Tear the muslin off.
- Yes, sir!
- What's going on here?
- Order to raise the spirits, Colonel!
Regiment, attention!
Eyes front!
Officers!
Colonel Sir!
- Hello, gunners!
- Good day, Colonel sir!
Some hours ago in our situation,
in the situation of the army,
I would say in national status of
Southern Russia,
sudden changes occurred.
Therefore I announce that
the regiment is dismissed!
I suggest you should take off
badges of rank
and walk away and hide.
- Gentlemen!
- Betrayal!
- High treason! What's going on?
- Calm down!
- Colonel, you are under arrest!
- Silence!
So, in brief.
I do not have time
and I assure you neither.
The question is:
who do you want to defend?
Who do you want to defend?
- Russia!
- Russia is against us and you know it.
What is left?
Void...
Rumble of steps...
This dusty Emperor?
But we have an order!
- Whose?
- The Commander-in-Chief's.
The Commander-in Chief's! Excellent!
Regiment, fall in!
Attention!
Listen!
The Commander-in-Chief after shamefully
leaving us to the mercy of fate,
ran away like the lowest coward and rascal.
Now, at this moment, the Front Line
Commander Khludov is escaping.
In several hours, we will
witness the catastrophe.
Listen...
My children...
I, an active officer who
survived war with the Germans,
assume everything on my conscience!
Everything!
I send you home!
Trumpeter!
Retreat!
Go.
By no means, Colonel,
I am with you.
Colonel, in my own name
and on behalf of the officers
whom I incited to disgraceful act,
I apologise.
I accept it.
Chair to the Commander!
- What's wrong?
- My legs. Memory of the irons.
Urgent radiogram!
Radiogram to the Commander-in-Chief
of the Southern Russia, General Wrangel.
- To whom?
- To General Wrangel.
Don't you hear? Write.
Considering the obvious
uselessness of your army resistance,
threatening only to shed
unnecessary