Our Lord, Jesus Christ,
who has left His commandments
to His disciples and apostles...
Where's the Commandant?
Your Excellency,
a message from His Majesty!
His Highness summons you to his side!
Hangman! Oprichnik!
Take off your aiguillettes!
Strangle us with your aiguillettes!
They may be more durable!
Yes, Your Excellency!
Have you come here
to watch us dying, General?
You can make your Tsar happy,
his wish has come true:
we're dying in torments.
Hurry up, hang them!
The ropes are no good!
We should send for the new ones.
I'm dying in torments!
But I'm happy that I'm dying
twice for my Fatherland!
Ones who broke loose were pardoned
in Russia. Shall we inform the Tsar?.
Hang them!
Pardon them who hate us and hurt us,
for not one of them
will perish for us...
O Lord, You Savior of all
through Your mercy,
all-generous God, the Savior of all
through Your mercy!
O Lord, all-generous God!
Your Majesty!
Your Majesty!
It's done, Your Majesty!
We pay our particular attention
to the situation of the families
from which, by a criminal action,
their fallen sons had been torn away.
Blood ties pass on to the descendants
the glory of their ancestors' deeds,
but never hold them up to disgrace
for personal vices or crimes.
No one.
No one shall ever dare find fault
for the blood relationship.
This is prohibited by the civil law,
to say nothing of the Christian law.
What were you trying to tell me?
There's a pretty venomous opinion
going the rounds, Your Majesty.
The cobbler in Europe rebels, because
he seeks wealth and high standing.
And what on earth do our
revolutionaries of noble birth want?
They must be dreaming of becoming
cobblers.
Gen. Rayevsky shall be made a member
of the State Council as a Senator.
Tell me, Prince, what's your response
to the whim of my daughter?
You must tell Maria that you're
rejecting her sacrifice.
Write about the hardships she'll
experience if she follows you.
The letter must dispel her illusions,
she'll lose hope and calm down.
You mean...
You mean she'll forget me?
Petersburg, Petersburg,
Petersburg, Chernigov...
Will you repeat it, please?
Of course, to Princess Yekaterina
Trubetskaya, English Embankment...
He hasn't gone a hundred miles yet,
and already the third letter.
Prince Sergey,
be a man, be a Christian.
You've ruined her life,
at least don't become her murderer!
She has a frail health, she won't
endure the horror of the journey.
Prince Sergey, don't be an egotist!
Your responsibility as father and
husband...
Wasn't it your intention
to abolish the autocracy?
And to replace the monarch
with the conspirators?
Who told you all that?
If we are destined to be successful,
the Society's members will immediately
withdraw from political life.
Wait, Prince, you subject yourself
cold-bloodedly to the danger
of dishonor, shame,
maybe even losing your life.
And if you're successful?
No reward for the risk?
All we could hope for is that our
descendants remember us well.
And had my participation
in the Society's cause
stood in the way
of my happy family life,
I would rather, albeit grudgingly,
have renounced that happiness
than betrayed
my convictions and duty.
Oh, gracious God!
How could you go to the altar
with such a sin in your heart?
Good night.
I'll do everything as you ask.
Goodbye.
May God save you.
I'm so sorry...
May God save you, martyrs
to the truth!Part Two
It's 2,000 versts to Yekaterinburg.
Oh, my goodness!
About 7,000 to Irkutsk.
Unbelievable!
And 800 more to Nerchinsk...
Yes, Princess.
Byron. Plutarch.
I understand your feelings,
Princess.
But in such matters I'm obliged to
follow the established regulations.
Of course, Your Majesty.
Count Orlov's seamstress was allowed
to follow her convicted husband
to Siberia.
Have you been inspired
by a common woman's act?
The seamstress was not losing much,
whereas you...
The law cannot deprive a noble woman
of what's