still go up in the open sky like a bird... Sometimes.
And just like in childhood my heart is dreaming of endmost lands and cities of the earth.
There was a sunrise, a rainbow was blooming. Everything's over. The love is gone.
The sundown was flaming, the rainfall was tapping the glass. But now it's all over and done with...
Although my path is full of bumps I thank my luck for being able to fly in my dreams.
- Bravo!!! You're our star! Our Arctic warbler!
- Krestovsky, buddy, sing my favorite...
- The Gypsy one, vagabond!
- Gentlemen, have a heart, he's been singing for 3 days. He needs rest.
- So, what? Let him sing.
- Nonsense! Yevgeny Krestovsky needs no rest.
- If Krestovsky starts singing he'll keep singing for 2-3 weeks.
Yevgeny Krestovsky was singing in the gunpowder magazine under shrapnel and grapeshot gunfire
He was singing and spawling like an African lion.
When Krestovsky had been taken captive by Turkish smugglers, it was their Black Day...
...He threw a concert on the top of the Constantinopolian Mosque.
...On the stroke of 00:00 GMT Krestovsky cut his chains and sang "God Save the Tzar".
On the stroke of 02:00 GMT thousands of infidels embraced Orthodoxy voluntarily...
And when Osman-pasha was carrying me in his own arms to hand me in to the Russian squadron against receipt...
… Passionate muslim women were teared off their veils and waved me.
When I stepped on the deck of my ironclad, it was the first time I was unable to sing...
...I hugged the mast as if it was my beloved woman.
- Are you sure it was a ship mast? Not a gas lamp mast?
- Dear sir, may I kindly ask you to repeat what you've just said?
- I don't say twice.
- I was speaking about the top of the Constantinopolian Mosque...
Unfortunately in these circumstances we can't proceed to the Bosphorus...
I offer you an equal bet instead.
I will climb up the watchtower blindfolded and ring the bell.
If I manage to do so, you'll blow out your brain.
If I don't, I'll crash under your feet. What do you say?
- Brilliant idea.
...When do we push our luck?
- Now
- May I kindly ask you to...
- Yevgeny, leave it out!
[French]- Vous avec reason, Fyodor Vasilyevich...
- Let's stop the game.
- Krestovsky never stops halfway!
For God's sake, stop him while it's not too late!
- If you want to risk your life I suggest that you should go to the Sannikov Land with me.
I'm telling you it's a very dangerous trip. Grab the rope.
- Why doesn't he grab the rope?
- How many miles away is your land?
- I have now precise data.
- It's a tempting offer, but I need to think it over.
- You have couple of seconds left.
- But I don't like thinking for a long time. What's my salary?
- Forget about salary.
- Sounds great. I don't like thinking of money.
What if they don't come back and disappear? My money will be gone.
- May be there is no land.
- There is. I have a gut feeling...
...You may rely on Aleksandr Petrovich.
- So you think there is land?
- Of course there is. The birds are flying north, they are flying to the land. They don't wave their wings just for nothing...
...They have a reason.
- It turns out that there is land.
Yes, there is. I have a gut feeling. It's a copper bottomed venture.
- Since you have a gut feeling you'll go there.
- Where to?
- What do you want me to pop into?
- Not to pop into. You're going to explore the land.
- Ignasha, you need to learn the ropes...
...You are not good at paper work.
- Right. Those papers dazzle my eyes and heart leaps into my boots.
- That's my point. God didn't grace you with intellect. And you don't need it anyway...
...It would be an albatross around your neck...
...You'll become a pioneer.
God bless you, Ignasha! Discover the Promised Land!
- Trifon Stepanovich, there is no land!
- Where the birds are flying to?
- The birds are unreasonable creatures, they're just flying from one place to another.
- No, I have a gut feeling. They're flying to that land.
- There