now. Hurry.
You can't stay here alone.
I can't leave either.
- Abdullah will kill the women.
- Abdullah will kill you.
They're his wives.
- Goodbye.
- I counted on you.
If I'm killed, who's going
to take vengeance on Dzhavdet?
I counted on you, Sayid.
And if Fate wills for us
not to see each other again,
Katerina Matveyevna, you should know
that I have been and will be,
to my last breath,
devoted only to you alone.
And since it may happen that
I'm buried forever in these sands,
this unaccustomed thought
even making me feel sad...
Or maybe it's because I've met lately
mostly very warm people,
I'd even say, delicate people.
Bearing witness to this is...
fighter for the happiness of working
people of the whole world,
member of the Caspian International
Revolutionary Proletarian Regiment
named after Comrade August Bebel,
Red Army man...
Fyodor lvanovich Sukhov.
Have the women left, curator?
I detained them.
Look, this is an underground passage.
It leads to the seashore. It was dug
at the time of the Samanid Dynasty.
No one has used it
in the last 400 years.
They're not here!
They couldn't have gone far.
Let go of my hand.
Let go, I said.
- Why this violence?
- Let him go, Akhmed.
Stop this plunder now!
There're no women here.
And I don't know anything about...
There must be an underground passage
here...
Get down!
Cling to the ground!
Follow me!
There's no one here!
They couldn't bury them in the sand.
No one here either.
We can't open it up.
- We could blow it up.
- We don't have any grenades.
Leave at least one bullet, Abdullah,
to shoot ourselves with.
Your Honorable Excellence,
Lady Foreign Land.
Your embrace is very hot,
But to love you can't.
In your seductive mire
Don't call me, enough.
No luck in dying,
There'll be luck in love...
Your Honorable Excellence,
Dear Lady Victory.
It seems my song is over...
Still singing?
I came from Abdullah.
We've run out of grenades,
and you've got a whole supply.
Stop it!
There'll be luck in love!
And stand up when a lieutenant
is talking to you.
Devils, stop your crying
And swearing on blood!
No luck in dying...
He's got wrong grenades.
It's full.
Abdullah!
Are you still wearing a yashmak, or
you've changed into men's clothes?
Abdullah, your wives are very tender.
- I'm enjoying them.
- I'm giving them to you.
When I set oil on fire,
you'll enjoy it even better.
You'll enjoy it very much.
They give us no peace.
One feels like running away.
Some want grenades...
Others want bullets...
May the devil take them!
Come on, move!
Hurry up!
Are you asleep, you bastard?
Shall I wake you up with a lash?
I haven't seen you for ages, Abdullah.
Yes, it's been a long time.
Still leading a nomad's life?
Still shooting?
I got old and lazy.
Remember what I was like?
Those were the times.
What are your men up to?
What do they want to blow up?
Some character got in there,
and won't come out.
Fyodor!
Is Petrukha with you?
They killed Petrukha, Pavel Artemyich!
Abdullah stabbed him to death.
Pasha!
Come on, go!
A good wife and a good home, what
else does a man need at his old age?
I may have spent a fortune, but I got
some flour.
I'm going to cook borscht
and make pancakes.
At least it's some bread.
We've overstayed our time here.
As soon as the commissioner's back,
we'll go to Astrakhan.
It's time to tend to our son's grave.
It must've overgrown with weeds...
And we haven't been to church over
a year now. It's a great sin.
You'll wear your embroidered shirt.
When I see you in that shirt,
I remember everything...
How we met in the infirmary
in Tsaritsyn...
Pasha...
Do you remember the "Prince of
Tauride steamship?
And what a dressing down you gave
to that staff-captain
at the fair in Kazan?
Hey, Abdullah!
Haven't you got too much goods?
And all of it duty free?
But there's no one at the customs.
Who should I pay duty to?
We could pay you in gold.
You know me well,