to that !
Vivat !  Vivat ! Vivat !
I appreciate you, friends,
not because you chose me as your chief,
not in honour of our
comrades still over there,
not because this minute
will never come back.
A noble cause is waiting
for us, and will demand
from us sweat and higher virtues !
So let's drink, comrades,
particularly for
the holy orthodox faith !
Let there finally be a time...
when it will spread in the world,
and there will be...
only one single and holy faith !
To faith !
To faith !
And by the same way,
let's drink to Syetch !
To Syetch !
May the city grow in beauty and power
with every passing year !
To Syetch !
To Syetch !
And finally, comrades,
the last toast.
Comrades !
To all Christians in the world !
To Christians !
To Christians !
Cossacks think deeply.
Like eagles, they contemplate
their baleful destiny from above.
The fields will be covered
with their white bones,
generously drenched
in their Cossack blood.
But none of them will be forgotten.
And the Cossacks' glory will live for ever.
A bard's prophetizing soul
will chant their praises aloud.
And all those who will be
born later will remember them.
Because a strong word reaches far away,
as the clock's powerful rumble,
in which many lords have
melted their precious silver,
so it may resound far across,
in towns and villages,
calling everyone to the holy prayer.
Attack !
Forward !
Do not yield !
Don't let them break through our ranks.
Concentrate fire on them !
Hey, your weapons are really worth a lot !
I killed seven Poles but I
haven't seen such a weapon yet.
Filthy dog !
Vivat !
Take this !
Come on !
The colonel has been killed,
do you hear, brothers ?!
The colonel is dead !
Dimitrovitch is dead !
And why aren't you a colonel ?
No, really ?
Kukubenko, colonel !
With me !
Come on !
Our victory, comrade !
No, this is not a victory yet.
Yours.
Yours, damned son.
You're slaying yours.
Hey Cossacks, draw him toward the woods,
draw him there for me !
And what are we going to do now ?
So, sonny, you've been
helping the Polacks ?
Selling yourself like that !
Selling your faith !
Selling your...
Get down !
Get off that horse !
Stop and don't move !
I fathered you...
and I shall kill you.
And you were such a good Cossack.
Strong, and proud.
Noble...
A strong arm in the battle.
Lost...
Lost, shamefully.
Why, mangy dog ?
We are in trouble, chief !
Everybody's looking for you !
The enemy has got some backup forces.
But the Cossacks won't die if they
don't see you before their very eyes !
They want you to come and see them
before it's time to die.
So, comrades,
your cartridges are full ?
The Cossacks' army is still powerful ?
The Cossacks will never surrender ?
Our cartridges are full, chief !
And we haven't lost our power !
And we will never surrender !
I'm leaving this world without regret.
God gives the same death to all.
May Russia remain glorious
until the end of centuries.
May Russia get rid of its
enemies for ever, and rejoice.
And the young soul flies away.
Angels covered it under their wings
and took it to the skies.
There it will be well.
"Sit down to my right, Kukubenko,"
the Lord will say.
"You haven't changed comradeship."
"You have not been disgraced. You have defended and preserved my Church."
So, comrades,
your cartridges are full ?
The Cossacks' army is still powerful ?
The Cossacks will never surrender ?
Our cartridges are full, chief !
And we haven't lost our power !
And we will never surrender !
One of the most valiant Cossack chiefs.
He took part in numerous expeditions,
the most glorious until the Anatolian coasts.
They gathered large wealth
and somptuous objects.
And the bards will chant their
praise long after their death.
It seems, comrades,
that this is a good