give more... details?
You can read it in tomorrow's news.
Gosh, you're turning
back into a monkey...
Well, unlike me you look s-s-splendid...
- Hooray to Varvara Andreyevna Suvorova!
- Hooray!!! Hooray!!! Hooray!!!
Luntz... Luntz said he'd seen him
at reporters' club...
At the club - one.
In the field - two.
What could he hear about Pleven?
D'Hevrais...
'It's vital you take Pleven.
Osman-pasha's corps is moving there...'
D'Hevrais heard it. Yes, he could.
The Spanish artist?
The Italian reporter?
No, impossible. Simply impossible.
Varvara Andreyevna, I'm enchanted.
What a jolly good company!
Captain Count Zurov.
- Ippolit, how come!?
Damn me!
I heard Turks boiled you alive!
You look awful, my friend,
hard to recognize... What's this?
Do you color your hair
to look more dashing?
Well, we two have been
through a lot, haven't we?...
My adventures are a separate story,
strictly tete-а-tete.
Not for women's ears.
Well, you can guess the ending -
lonely, no money and heart-broken.
Gentlemen, how about a game of faro?
Crawl out of your corners
and forget the chess...
Really, it's unpatriotic...
Erast, you stay out of the game -
the devil himself watches over you...
Alright, let's play awhile... Colonel Lukan...
To promote army camaraderie.
Exactly... for camaraderie...
Low bets. 100 rubles for starters.
Well... Anybody else, gentlemen?..
Are you in?
The press club has just turned
into a gambling den...
McLaughlin? What was McLaughlin doing
when I was telling Soboleff about Pleven?
McLaughlin heard what I said.
Yes, he could.
- L-lavrentiy Arkadyevich? You're here?
- You were right - we got the bastard!
You know, I always get itchy before a fight.
He's been sniffing around for at least
two hours. Take this. He's not alone.
-There they are! Two of them!
- Hold on... There could be more...
- Colonel, no offence!
- Cheater!!!
Such a beauty, mademoiselle... Nature...
By the way, would you like a bet?
If I guess who's the first to leave the tent
you kiss me. If I'm wrong -
I'll shave my head clean as a bashi-bazouk.
Hussar's word of honor!
Come on! It's no risk for you.
There are about 30 men inside.
Well?!
- So who is it going to be?
Who? Colonel Sablin... No...
McLaughlin... No...
Semyon the waiter
- that's who!
It's a miracle!
- I hope it doesn't rain...
It's a miracle! God's sign!
You deserve a slap in the face.
I can see myself now - you're a cheater.
Why? Mademoiselle,
I'm as innocent as the Moon!
- Oh, what's up there?
- Where?
It's a hot air balloon
to coordinate artillery fire.
A balloon... My God, it's so simple: use
a spyglass and you can see everything...
I could tell you so much about artillery fire...
Where are the sentinels?
- Stay put! Or the girl's dead...
- An ass!? It's a trap!!!
Don't move! Where are you going!
Erast Petrovich...
- Quick!
- What's going on?
Jump into the basket. Quick!
Erast Petrovich, hurry...
Why aren't they shooting?
- They don't want any attention...
- Let's draw their attention.
- We can't. We have to get higher.
- Oh! Binoculars. 18-power?
- What? Yes...
We can spot Anwar himself,
not just Turkish guns.
My God, what's going on?
- Turks?
- Not yet.
Don't shoot! Fandorin is up there!
Alarm the troops, quick,
and follow the balloon. Move!
- There come the Turks.
- Turks? Then we can spot their positions.
- May I...
- There's an unfinished redoubt to the east...
- Varya...
- Nothing between the hills...
Alright, there are the pickets!
Varvara Andreyevna,
it's too dangerous after all.
Alright, one for me
and one for you...
Varya?.. That was pretty unexpected...
Holy Mother!.. God, save us!..
Mitenka!!! Mitya, dear, help us!
We are drifting toward the Turks!
Petrukha! Follow me!
Varvara Andreyevna, hold fast!
Crawl over me!
Petrukha! Full speed!
God, where's he going?
Don't you dare touch me
so