don't want negotiations
-Enough, mr. Kvasnevsky
We need to join efforts of whole Poland
Gentlemen
We are in terrible danger
Because they are not people
Excuse me again
What?
-Lady died
-Child?
-Child alive
a boy
-Sir!
Bulba is near river
-Report
-Sir
they are in rocks near Dniester
-We will be there next morning
Forward!
at a gallop
-Numerous forces
-Mount!
Fight the way through them!
Break out!
-To Dniester!
-Stop!
Pipe with tobacco falled out
I don't want damned Poles to get them
Old
old
-Burn
before everybody's eyes burn
-Set fire
-Go on path under mountains
go to the left and jump to the river
here you will waste for nothing!
-Thank you, father!
-Silence him
-Goodbye!
Comrades
next spring
come here again
and thoroughly
smash them!
What?
We will show you, damned Poles
Wait
the time will come
you will see
what is orthodox Russian faith!
Already
far and near nations hear
Raises
on Russian land
our own Tsar
And no power
will not
submit to him
Can be found
such torments
such fire
and such force
which could overpower
Russian strength
For the faith!An
ARK-FILM
Production
This picture was produced with the support of
the Ministry of culture of the Russian Federation
Before the battle, I want to tell you,
friends, about our comradeship.
There are comrades everywhere,
in other countries,
but comrades such as in Russia,
there are none, nowhere.
Loving like the Russian soul, not through reason,
but through what God has given us, and which is in us,
loving like that, nobody can.
I know, there are infamous
bastards on our soil.
All they think about is stacking up grain, hay
and raising herds of horses.
They bring along, the Devil knows
which kinds of barbarian customs.
They despise their own language.
They even refuse to speak it among themselves.
They sell their offspring like
goods on the cattle market !
And the favour of a foreign king,
who is not even a king but a Polish tycoon,
whose yellow boots are crushing their own faces,
matters more to them than any kind of fellowship !
But even in the lowest of bastards, whoever he may be,
brothers, there lies a bit of the Russian soul,
when he wakes up someday, hits the ground
with his fists, takes his head in his hands...
curses aloud his despicable life, ready to redeem himself
and to endure torments to atone for his shame.
Let thel all know what
comradeship means on Russian soil.
And if it comes down to that, if we have to die,
none of them will ever avoid the same death.
None !
None !
They don't have the balls,
it's in their nature.
Attack !
Bogdan Stupka
Based on the novel by
GOGOL
TARAS BULBA
Starring
Igor Petrenko
Vladimir Vdovitchenkov
Original Music
Igor Kornelyuk
Image
Dimitri Mass
Executive Producer
Alexander Potemkin
Producers
Anton Znatopolskiy
Ruben Dishdishyan
Directed by
Vladimir Bortko
Welcome.
How was the journey ?
Excellent.
Turn around, son !
Turn around !
It's funny, what you're wearing.
It looks like a pope's cassock, uh !
Such long dresses !
And if I push one of you,
will I see him tumble to the ground,
entangled in the folds ?
Don't laugh at us, father.
Ooh ! He's so cute !
Ha !
Why don't you laugh ?
Although you're my father, if you laugh,
I guarantee you, I will hit you.
What ? Your father ?!
Even though you're my father.
If I get offended, I do not
consider or respect any man.
And how can you fight ?
With your fists ?
Ha ?
So be it.
All right, come on.
Come on !
Come with your fists.
Come on !
Good, son.
Well done, sonny.
Frankly, that's good.
Have you gone crazy, old fart !
The children are back.
One long year without seeing them,
and all he thinks of, is boxing them !
But he was the one wanted to fight !
And not so bad, honestly.
He'll make a good Cossack !
Welcome, my son !
Shall we hug ?
Good, my son.
Always hit the way you hit me.
Don't fear anyone.
And you, snot-nose, what are you
doing