Pinturiccio, 'Boy in Blue'.
He must be 500 years old, but it's as if he's alive.
Don't worry, gentlemen, you're coming with us.
- Trofimitch, let's ride! We're off!
- Get down.
Hide!
Let's go! Come on, come on, faster!
Take it to the Ataman, to Lagutin.
7, 74, 35.
Where, my good man, did you steal such treasures?
I didn't steal them.
They're treasures of the Republic.
69, 9, 77. What Republic would that be, hm?
The Soviet Republic of Workers and Peasants.
21, 15,
48, 31.
- You're a commissar?
- No.
A Bolshevik?
Uh-huh.
- Scum!
- 22!
59, 37...
5. Gentlemen... House!
Do you want to live?
Can you imagine, I don't.
I'm fed up.
I'm bored.
But what injustice there is in the world.
You want to live, but you won't.
And I don't want to, but I will.
I will strike you off the list of the living in this world...
As a member of the Communist Party.
You're lucky. I'll give you another 24 hours.
Take him to the church.
He'll have time to ponder his immortal soul there.
I answered her: "madam, what
is left you can have, don't be picky.
Arms and legs, as I said, all that's
left is my head, and that's tricky.
Luli-luli, oli-boli, without my
one and only, willy-nilly'.
I'll lie down here at last,
and tell you of my past, it's just silly.
- Close the gates!
- Hold him.
Get out of here fast, scumbag,
quickly, before they kill you.
Ballerina, semolina, oh it's such a shame,
Katerina or Marina,
I've forgotten my wife's name.
She said, he's vertically disabled
- But just one member's really needed.
- Get the legless cripple!
- You're not getting away!
- The gate's closed.
Jump down, come here, mate.
Show your documents.
The documents ran away with
the cashier and the money.
- Where's your William tell?
- He ran off with Tarakanov.
- Where to?
- He took a horse off me and rode off.
In what direction?
- The one with the caravan?
- Yes!
The Lagutin gang came and
took them to the monastery.
Right, bring all your performers to me.
I have a serious job for you.
Will you help me to beat the
bandits in the monastery?
- Father Innokentiy! Hello there!
- Uncle Marquis!
- Uncle Marquis!
- How are you?
Bonjour, Monsieur Makar!
We're keeping each other company again!
- I don't keep scum company.
- Scum?
Let's not quarrel before death!
Until my death and after my death
I will call you scum.
Who are you fighting for?
You go down on your knees
for emigrants and the global bourgeoisie.
Enough!
I'll tell you the truth. I don't have
anything to do with the global bourgeoisie.
I simply want to preserve for our descendants...
All these knick-knacks that
you and I are fighting about.
You're lying! Who were you fighting for? For him?
There's our descendant, you were
fighting for him? No other moves?
Hey, who's there? Pass up my brush.
Daniil?
Daniil, I got hold of some felt boots for you.
- Innokentiy! Is it really you?
- It's me, it's me!
- The boots are almost new!
- Thank you, kind soul!
My legs, Innokentiy, don't want to go at all.
- You haven't forgotten how to grind colours?
- No?
Yes, it's funny how my life turned out.
I had a scholarship to the Academy of Arts.
They sent me to Italy on the public purse.
I was a hunter, a circus performer.
A chariot-driver at the hippodrome.
I was a pilot, and then an
educator of aristocrats, children.
Even a photographer, but never an artist!
You didn't have any real aims.
- And do you?
- I do!
I live for the revolution,
for the bright future of all mankind.
So that this lad here... ach!
If I escape the bullet, take my word for it.
Innokentiy will be a revolutionary artist.
- But you and I won't live to see it.
- We'll see, we'll see!
And I warn you, just in case,
you won't escape a revolutionary court.
I agree!
I trust that a proletarian court will
be more humane than Lagutin's.
Do you think there's a possibility, Makar...
That some of your lot know that you're here?
What's it to you?
Since the