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1612. Хроники смутного времени.

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Look...
I recognized him.
Era el siervo del verdadero espaсol.
He was the real Spaniard's smerd...
When the sun goes up,
we'll put him on a stake...
Let him scream.
Wake everyone up instead of a rooster.
Is he still hanging?
He is.
We cant find his friend, the Tatar, though.
You promissed...
To bring Julia...
Wait untill we get to Moscow.
It's not long till we get there.
You promissed!
You also promissed a lot to me.
When will you accept the Roman Faith?
When the first snow falls...  then...
What snow, Ksenia?
Convert to catholicism.  We'll marry then.
You'll be the Tzarina.  Birth a hair.
I'll sprout roots in Russia for hundreds of years.
You're thinking of yourself, not me.
Every man thinks of himself first.
I cant smell her!  There is no smell!
Sleep.
Stop!
Where are you from?
Warsaw.
Enter.
- Who is that?
- No idea.
It's Genoveses, an artilleryman,
serves under Sapieha.
Yelizabeta!
Come out, it's me.
Thank goodness!
I thought you perished,
my little Tatar.
What could happen to me?
Caballero... Caballero,
It's me, Koska...
Koska!
Koska doesnt abandon friends!
We'll make a run for the fortress...
Yelizaveta knows a secret way...
I wont go without Ksenia!
I knew it.
hm.. Tatar...
That bastard.  When I catch him
I'll shred him to pieces.
There is your sword and documents.
Sit! Dont move!
What's with her? Ksenia?
Medicine... She's asleep...
I want to sleep...
And never wake up...
She's asleep?
(speaking Polish)
What?
Medicine, to sleep better.
And who prescribed such medicine?
Ghetman, so that she could sleep better...
... and not think bad thoughts.
Alright, Ghetman...
It's not dangerous.
Not dangerous? Not dangerous.
- Drink... drink
- What for?
Drink, so you too may sleep better.
And dont think bad thoughts.
Over here!
Over here?
Some escape this is...
I hope there are no snakes here...
Dont worry.  They'll give her up tomorrow.
Yelizaveta, my daughter!
Forgive the old fool.
And who's that?
A Spaniard artilleryman and Koska.
My groom.
Noone said anything about a marriage!
What do you mean - a groom?
Without a fathers permission?
Stop complaining, daddy.
I'm not complaining.  I'm rejoycing!
Stop rejoycing, daddy!
Why should I not rejoyce?  Because of him.
Who let them into the fortress?
Who are we hanging tonight?
It's fine. It was Terenty's daughter.
Terienty? I see.
She led them through a secret passage.
And how did she learn about this secret passage?
Pero Nikitovich... Her grandfather dug it!
And noone could undig it?  Very well.
Perhaps we'll need this passage ourselves.
Who are you?
Do you need artillerymen?  When the Poles
attack, we'll help you fend them off.
Take us in..
You should be happy!  He's a Spanish artilleryman!
He also understands our talk.
And who are you?
That's my groom, Koska.
And that's the Spaniard's bride.
Poles kept her captive, she nearly died.
An artilleryman is good...
Except we dont have any cannons.
The duke took them.
How can that be?
How are you suppose to defend yourselves?
Things are grim...
One could try to fix things,
but it'd just get worse.
We need a cannon.
We need a cannon!
Caballero!
I know the location of Pole's werehouse
With gunpowder.
Who's that?
It's just a leather bucket...
You'll have your cannon.
Roll it tighter! Tighter!
Let me try...
Waited...
for help, but got screwed instead...
Bring it over.
The Poles will just threaten us, then leave.
What do they need our fotress for?
They're headed for Moscow, the battle is there.
Our town is unimportant.
They wont leave.
It's made of leather??
Leather, among other things.
I think we should keep our distance.
Fire!
What do you want?
Go as you went!
Give us Tzarina Ksenia, and we will leave!
Who?
The girl!
That wandered in yesterday!
With a phoney Spaniard!
You...
You thief...
...murderer
Lookie here!
Tzarina... A lot of people are about
to get killed because of you!
What kind of a
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