detest the ignominy of serfdom.
Pestel is not married.
Not married... Pestel...
Neither is Kakhovsky.
Nor Muraviev-Apostol.
But Ryleyev...
His wife... and daughter...
I'll give orders to serve dinner.
The czar will certainly come
to review the troops.
His death
will be a signal to action.
We in the South want to know if
the Northerners agree to regicide.
I'm pleased with your brigade, Prince.
I only regret that you haven't got
rid of that spirit of giddiness.
It'd be much more profitable if you
devoted yourself to military affairs.
Sire...
- I don't know the reason why...
- You're too smart, Volkonsky.
Beware, Prince, you had let yourself
get carried away with matters
that don't concern you
when you were in Paris.
True, I myself had encouraged
those extravagant dreams,
and even ordered to draft
a Constitution.
Though I realize now that it's of
no use in an enlightened monarchy.
Nor did I rescind the ban on
the society you're a member of.
And don't try to deny it.
The tyrant's blood will deliver
our country of the autocracy.
We can't but agree
with the Southerners' plan, Prince.
lf, by the spring, the Tsar doesn't
grant the Constitution he'd promised...
And what if he doesn't?
Gentlemen, I will wait until 1926,
and, during a review of the troops,
confess my guilt.
The Tsar will have me executed.
But he will grant Russia the statutes
you failed to obtain.
The thunder will strike, gentlemen!
Perhaps I deserve to be condemned...
If something goes awry,
I hope you will at least
try to understand us.
Us?
Oh God, us?
Maria!
What is it?
Oh, God, what does it mean?
Maria! Masha!
Oh, my God! An omen!
It's an omen!
A bad omen!
O Lord! Forgive me!
She must be by the swing.
Maria!
Mashenka!
Masha, hush, hush...
Nothing really happened.
Calm down.
I could never imagine such a thing.
Enough, Mashenka, calm down.
It was really nothing.
Come on, what's the matter with you?
Turn back!
Turn back,
Your Excellency!
They put a guard at your house.
Don't go to Uman!
A courier from St. Petersburg...
He brought the Tsar's order about
your arrest...
Turn back,
Your Excellency.
It's too late to turn back.
Ippolit!
Ippolit, please.
Here, these are my letters to my wife.
Distribute them, so that they are sent
from different places.
My wife is still too weak.
I want her to learn about it
as late as possible.
Yes, sir, I'll do it.
Go!
By the winter of 1825-1826,
the Russian gentry was deeply divided.
The accession of Nicholas l,
to replace the dead Emperor Alexander,
was marked by a revolt.
Who is going to report about me
to the Tsar?
Are you joking, Captain?
There's been no order to arrest you.
On the day of taking an oath of
allegiance, you were in the barracks.
Isn't that so?
But I joined the rebels
when the guns were aimed at them.
You're slandering yourself.
I was a member of the secret society,
and I must share their fate.
He's lost a lot of blood,
and had nothing to eat for two days.
He gave up his sword of his own
free will,
but when he was led
to the guardhouse,
he offered resistance,
and, therefore, was tied up.
In view of his hunger swoon...
He's been wounded. Let him remain
seated.
I knew it would be you here.
You said, exterminate
the august family? Was it you?
No, I never said it
to anybody.
Let him eat.
I never said it to anybody, but I've
been thinking of it all the time.
Stand up!
Insulting the most august highnesses?!
Excuse me! How can I
insult their highnesses?
They have fortresses, the army and
fleet. They fire with case-shot!
What do they care if I say:
you, Nikolai Pavlovich, are a pig?
How dare you sit in the presence of...
Scoundrel! Swine!
Scum! Scum!
Put him in irons, so he can't even
move! Scoundrel!
You used to swear better when you
were in the army.
Catherine!
- Whatever you may be told about us...
- Don't say anything!
Only God can judge you, Serge!
You and your friends.
Mister