would have been executed long ago.
You're right, Monsieur! But they'd
be entitled to have defense lawyers.
A petition for a visit must be handed
in to the investigation commission,
then it will be submitted
for the highest consideration.
- Do you understand?
- No.
I could make it clear to you
in Russian.
Monsieur, you're so strong,
and I'm so weak.
And I have come as far as here.
Can it be that you,
so strong a man,
will not help me,
all alone in a strange country?
That's all I've got left.
It was given to me by my mother.
Somehow or other!
Take what comes!
Troshka!
Your Honour!
Mademoiselle Pauline!
The life of a cavalry guard's not long,
Hence it's the sweetest in the world.
The trumpet sounds, a bedspread thrown,
And distant saber rattle heard.
The guitar sings without fading,
Yet the commander rushes forth.
Don't ever promise to a maiden
Eternal love on our earth.
At last.
Lieutenant, what are you doing here?
Excuse me, Mademoiselle,
but I'm at my home.
What do you mean? Isn't that
a coaching inn?
It's no tragedy. You'll take a night's
rest from that bug-infested place.
I don't understand. Is that your
house?
This is my mother's estate.
There's about 100 kg of silver here...
I'm scared being alone with roaches...
And crickets...
And on Holy Day, so much wine and
smoking. What will your mother say?
Mother will have us flogged.
There's not a soul in the house
except this deaf woman.
No one will disturb you here.
In vain you try prolong the story
Of peaceful games with laughter filled:
You'll never come by a lasting glory
Unless somebody's blood is spilled.
The sweet sublime world notwithstanding,
Anxiety knit your brow doth.
Don't ever promise to a maiden
Eternal love on our earth.
Twenty kilometers on foot
are a dubious pleasure.
It's getting late.
It would be more prudent to come back.
Leave me alone!
I insist on it!
Oh? So if you don't love me...
What are you going to do then?
- I'll fight!
- With whom?
With anyone who dares to look at you!
And if it's not only one man?
I'll fight them all!
You'll get killed, and it will serve
you right!
I love you like a madman!
Thousands of Russians and your
compatriots lost their lives here.
There was war here in 1812.
Who knows, maybe my uncle's
remains lie in these parts,
he was the jolliest man in the world.
My uncle and my father
served Bonaparte.
Your father fought against Russia?
No, he died
in the Spanish Kingdom.
I was orphaned
when I was not yet nine.
Stop it! These sounds have been giving
me a shudder since I was a child.
My father hated Bonaparte.
Any royalist would've paid with his
life for sympathy to the Bourbons.
Though any revolution means
blood, orphanhood and suffering.
However, if there has been no
shake-up in France,
I would have never met you
in Russia.
Jean! I'll arrange for your escape.
I'll bribe the soldiers, I'll put
the officer to sleep or poison him.
You'll go in hiding abroad.
I can't, I must share
the fate of my comrades.
No, it's impossible!
I've already prepared everything!
I must share
the fate of my comrades.
So much the better.
Fate has set everything straight
and spared you the cruel lot
of becoming the wife of a convict.
You're insane!
I would be happy to become
the wife of an outcast
if it could only alleviate
your suffering.
Is it true?
Is it true?!
God's servant loann plights his troth
to God's servant Paraskeviya.
Are you joining this holy wedlock
of your good and unconstrained will?
- Excuse me, what does it all mean?
- What do you mean?
We'll be right back.
Mademoiselle Pauline!
Can you explain what's going on?
Look, even if I were dying
of hunger,
I wouldn't have married
a bag of money.
Have a safe journey, Mademoiselle.
Goodbye!
So you don't like me?
Bravo, Lieutenant! At last
you thought of such a trifle!
You're too arrogant!
I despise you!
An arrogant
and conceited brat!
Oh, my God! What an idiot!