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limits cannot be exceeded.
There's never been a case that
one has lived after the 3rd stroke.
What an iron constitution he had!
Who's going to inherit all this?
It will not go begging.
Have courage. He has summoned
you here and that's good.
Some water?
Would you like us to call
Prince Vassily?
The master wants to be moved
over on his side.
For I am in trouble, and receive
Thou my soul and deliver it.
Ye who are my kinfolk
in the flesh,
and ye who are my brethren
in the spirit,
my friends and wonted
weep ye, sigh, wail;
for Io, now I am departing
from you.
Let go, I tell you!
I'll take the responsibility. You
don't know what you're doing.
- You vile woman.
- Let go!
What are you doing? He's about
to die and you leave me here alone!
Yes, you've been waiting for that.
You may rejoice now.
Ah, my friend.
We sin, we cheat.
And what is the point?
I'm already in my 50s, my friend...
We'll all die.
Death is horrible.
He is no more.
Come on, I'll see you out.
Try to cry. Nothing
gives better relief than tears.
God will be with you.
You are young and now, I hope,
you've come into possession
of a big fortune.
Ever since Czar Paul I has exiled
him to his estate,
the General-in-Chief, Prince
Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky,
nicknamed in high society
"The King of Prussia",
had never left his estate property
"Bald Hills"
where he dwelt with his daughter,
Princess Maria.
Are you well? Sit down.
For tomorrow...
Wait, there's a letter for you.
- From Eloise?
- Yes, it's from Julie.
I'm going to let you have two more
letters, the third one I'll read.
I'm afraid, you're writing
a lot of nonsense.
- You may read this, Father.
- I said, the third!
Well, young lady...
These triangles are similar.
As you can see, the sides A, B
and C of a triangle...
The strict order of life at Bald
Hills could not be broken
even by such an event as
saying goodbye to his son.
It's so much like him...
What an intelligent man
is your father.
Perhaps, that's the reason I'm so
afraid of him.
Please, sit down.
Be seated, Mikhail Ivanovich.
You should walk
as much as possible.
Against your will,
He will save you and have mercy
and will turn you to Himself,
because only in Him
you'll find truth and comfort.
Please, take it, Andrei,
for my sake.
- You're going?
- I came to say goodbye.
Kiss me.
Thank you.
Why do you thank me?
Because you're not wasting time,
hanging on to the woman's skirt.
Service before everything.
Thank you very much.
If you have anything to say, speak.
I can do two things at one time.
It's my wife. I'm sorry to leave her
on your hands.
Nonsense. Tell me what you want.
When it's time for her to deliver,
could you send for an obstetrician?
I know nothing can be done if
Nature doesn't condescend to yield.
I agree that out of a million cases
only one goes amiss.
But she's worried
and it so happens I am too.
She's heard stories, had
nightmares and she's afraid.
I'll do it.
It's bad, isn't it?
- What is bad, father?
- The wife!
I don't understand you.
There's nothing you can do,
my friend. They're all like that.
Don't worry, I won't tell anyone.
And you know it yourself.
But you can't help it.
She's beautiful!
I'll do everything. Don't worry.
Give this letter to
Mikhail Illarionovich.
I'm asking him not to use you
as aide-de-camp for too long.
It's very ugly work!
You'll tell him he enjoys
my admiration and affection.
Write me how he's welcomed you.
Stay with him if he's worthy.
Nikolai Andreyevich Bolkonsky's
son doesn't need any favors.
Now come here.
My time will come
before yours does.
Here are some notes I've written.
Make sure the Czar gets them.
Here's a letter of credit and one
for the Academy.
The prize will go to the man
who is to write the story of
Suvorov's campaigns.
Here are a few personal jottings.
Read them when I'm gone.
You'll find them worth your while.
I'll carry out all

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