what about you?
Are you for him or for me?
I'm for you, Your Majesty.
So you're against me?
Why?
I'm for him, of course, but I'm not
against you, Your Majesty.
What's the matter with you, Gavrila?
Didn't I feed you?
You did, Your Majesty.
- Didn't I clothe you?
- You did, Your Majesty.
- Then come to me.
- Yes, Your Majesty.
Do you want...
to be fed in the future?
I do, Your Majesty!
- And be clothed?
- I want to, Your Majesty!
Then come to me.
Yes, Your Majesty.
Excuse me.
So, Gavrila, you're for him?
It means you're against me.
Why? I'm for him, of course,
but I'm not against you.
Your Majesty.
Listen, grandson,
wait quietly here until I return.
- Where're you going?
- To the palace.
I'll take a look far and wide,
for our cause not to backslide.
You're going to scout?
I'm going on a lookout.
Stay put on the stove,
or I'll cook you!
What do we do with the tsar?
We should execute him.
That would make a lot of things
easier.
Don't you have any pity for him?
I do.
I pity him very much.
I loved him like my own father
while he was our tsar.
But that would be better for our cause.
What do you think?
As you say, Your Majesty!
- Good boy!
- At your service!
What do you think you're
doing, old bones?
Ruining people's lives again?
You're being insulted, Your Majesty!
Shut up, you office drudge!
You let him out, and now you rejoice?
Take her down to the dudgeon
as she is, with her besom!
Follow me! Forward!
Before me!
The tsar goes down, too!
Now everyone goes to sleep.
But your eyes open keep.
Tomorrow in our tsardom
a new life begins!
I'm not afraid of dying.
I'm worried about my grandson,
he's waiting for me on the stove.
I've strictly forbidden him
to get off.
- Is he obedient?
- He is! That's the problem.
A naughty boy is bad,
but an obedient one is even worse.
Why are kids like this nowadays?
You'd better keep mum!
You let your slip crown through your
fingers. Oh, the devil take it all!
I mean you let your crown slip
through your fingers.
I could eat you raw.
Grandma!
Varvara Yegorovna, are you here?
- Naughty boy!
- He takes after me!
Grandma, how can I help you?
We must warn
Vasilissa the Wisest.
But you don't know the way to her.
He's not from our parts.
Wait, Yegorovna.
Listen, kid.
Throw this ball on the ground.
It will lead you to Vasilissa
the Wisest. You tell her everything.
All right.
- Wait, kid.
- Waiting.
Run!
Guards, get him!
The enemies!
- Who are you?
- Grab the boy!
About face! Follow me!
Before me!
Get down!
Halt!
Gotcha!
Get him!
Halt!
Everybody after him!
Catch the boy! Get him!
It will lead you
to Vasilissa the Wisest.
Hey, dear, where do we deliver
Nightingales the Robbers here?
We'll find out.
Leave me alone, you peasant!
How dare you bring
Koschei's best friend in bonds?
Untie him now!
Oh, my brothers,
my dear robbers!
Welcome, welcome!
How embarrassing!
Who could know that
the bandit was his best friend?
How could you let the peasants
tie you up? Why didn't you whistle?
Whenever you whistle,
everybody falls dead.
How the hell could I whistle
if they had knocked my front,
whistling, tooth out?
Without it... there's no whistle.
- Have a new one made.
- I need gold for it.
Have an iron one.
We, bandits, are supposed
to have only gold teeth.
With iron ones, we'll be laughed at.
You'll get your gold tooth.
The first-rate tooth!
Whom are they waiting for?
Are they expecting someone?
They say,
the One-Eyed Evil is to arrive.
It had been done with long ago.
It is no more.
Oh, One-Eyed Evil,
may you be crushed down!..
Your Majesty!
Your Majesty!
Your Majesty,
Serpent-Gorynych is here.
- There.
- I see.
Why are you trembling?
Are you scared?
Sure, I am.
He would eat us, and won't choke
on it, our fast-flying tyrant.
Don't worry, he won't, he'll spare us.
Of course, he will.
Why should he eat me?
He can find someone better.
Then go and treat well our dear