All language subtitles for V nachale slavnykh del 01

Central Studio

of Children and Youth Films
named after M. GORKY, USSR

and DEFA Film Studio, GDR

AT THE BEGINNING
OF GLORIOUS DAYS

Based on the novel " PETER THE FIRST"
by Alexei Tolstoy

Directed by
Sergey GERASIMOV

Screenplay by
S. GERASIMOV, Yu. KAVTARADZE

Directors of Photography
S. FILIPPOV, H. HARDT

Production Designers

B. DULENKOV
A. POPOV, J. KELLER

Music by V. MARTYNOV

English Subtitles by
T. Kameneva

Starring

Peter -
Dmitri ZOLOTUKHIN

Natalya Kirillovna -
Tamara MAKAROVA

Tsarevna Sophia -
Natalya BONDARCHUK

Menshikov -
Nikolai YERYOMENKO

Prince Boris Golitsyn -
Mikhail NOZHKIN

Lefort - Peter REUSSE
Anna Mons - Ulrike KUNTZE

lvan Brovkin -
Eduard BOCHAROV

Sanka Brovkina -
Lyubov POLEKHINA

Tsaritsa Yevdokiya -
Lyubov GERMANOVA

Nikita Zotov -
Anatoly BARANTSEV

Prince Buinosov -
Mikhail ZIMIN

Vasily Volkov -
Boris BACHURIN

Co-starring

Alyosha Brovkin - Yu. MOROZ

Ovdokim - V. KASHPUR

Lev Kirillovich Naryshkin -
A. BELYAVSKY

Patriarch loakim -
V. SHULGIN

Starets Nektary - N. GRINKO

Golovin - R. KHOMYATOV
Voznitsyn - Ye. MARKOV

Gordon - H. SHREIBER
Kenigsek - W. WOLFE

Princess Buinosova -
A. MATVEYEVA

Natalya Buinosova -
Ye. VASILYEVA

Antonida Buinosova -
M. LEVTOVA

Olga Buinosova -
M. BURDENKOVA

Strelets Gladky - L. REUTOV

Strelets Ovsey Rzhev -
V. MARENKOV

Strelets Chermny -
B. KHMELNITSKY

Artamon Brovkin - G. FROLOV
Kuzma Zhemov - I. LAPIKOV

Gypsy - P. GLEBOV
Judas - V. MATVEYEV

Vorobyikha - M. KREPKOGORSKAYA
Vinius - S. SHPAKOVSKY

Streshnev - A. MIRONOV
Guard - F. ODINOKOV

Hassan-Pasha - A. KARAPETYAN
Golikov - A. KIRILLOV

Karlovitch - E. GERBERDING
Patkul - M. ZECHE

We pray to our Lord.

O Lord, have mercy.

Our Lord Almighty,

Jesus Christ,
Who art the Way and the Truth,

do not will the death of a sinner,

but will her reform
and stay alive,

I pray Thee and implore Thee
for thine love of mankind.

O Lord, stretch forth
thine All-honorable Hand

on Your servant Natalya,

who repents of her sin,

and pardon her transgressions.

Now and ever and unto ages of ages.

Have mercy, O Lord.

Petya dear...

Some air!

Let me!

To the sloboda! For Blumenthrost!

Bring the doctor, you fool!

You're exhausted, our mother Tsaritsa,
so tired, my dear,

on your feet since early morning.

Go take a rest, my dear.

And all of you - out! Out!

Get away! Get away!

Oh God...

Those Kukui habits,
they drink and lie down as they are.

Anna Mons goes to Siberia for good.

Yes, mother Tsaritsa.

That's first.

Then I'll deal with my husband.

Everything will be different now.

Yesterday I was Dunya,

today the Tsarina of all Russia,
Great and Small and White.

I'll have a big Tsarina's
dress made.

I'm not going to wear
Natalya Kirillovna's old clothes.

You're right, mother Tsaritsa.

Petrusha's always traveling,
I'll have to rule myself.

You are the mistress now.

When Sophia ruled,
she wasn't much older.

What kind of tsaritsa is she?
Still unmarried.

And if it comes to thinking,
there're boyars for thinking.

You're right, mother Tsaritsa.

Dunyasha.

Come here, sit down.

I dozed off.

Dunya.

Mother's dead.

I feel lonely.

It means God's willed so.

We mustn't grumble.

We've mourned her, and that's it.

We're tsars now.

There're more important cares.

What are you saying, Dunya?

And one more thing.

It's not proper, not good -
in a fur coat on a silk blanket.

You hang about with moujiks and
soldiers. It's time to...

You've eaten poisoned
mushrooms or what?

Your mother took to hating me from
the first day, from our wedding!

I've shed so many tears!

Petrusha, it's holed.
Change your stockings.

I've seen some fools, but not that
big! Fool! You fool!

It's the first time that I've asked...
You'll remember my mother's death!

What's so awful that I said?

He's mad, outright mad!

And the Turks took the Holy Tomb
away from us, the Orthodox people,

and gave it to the French,

leaving us only 24 icon lamps.

They took from us half of Golgotha,
the whole church of Bethlehem,

the holy cave,

they plundered the Deeses,
dug up the Meal,

and have done more harm to Jerusalem
than the Persians and the Arabs.

If you, divine
Moscow autocrats,

abandon the holy church,

what praise can you deserve then?

Look how the Moslems
laugh at you:

the Tatars, just a handful of people,

brag that you're paying tribute
to them.

And the Tatars are the Turks' subjects,

which means that you're
the Turks' subjects, too.

What do you say, boyars, to this
letter of Jerusalem Patriarch Dosifey?

Of course, this is a matter
for the tsar, too.

But we, boyars,
must lay down our lives

for the desecrated Holy Sepulcher,

for our Tsar's honor.

They're laughing at us in Jerusalem.
Can we bear more disgrace?

Yes, boyars,
rule that the troops be mustered.

Since the christening of Russia

under Great Prince
Vladimir the Red Sun...

Talk about us, uncle.

Why go as back as princes
and the Ruriks' Russia?

Boyars, we have nothing to fear.

Golitsyn got burned on Crimea.

And what was his army fighting with?
With staves.

Now we've got enough weapons.
Just take my works in Tula.

Our cannons are no worse than Turkish,
and pistols and harquebuses even better.

We can't back up from war,

and it's shameful for Russia
to pay tribute to the Crimean Khan.

If we lived alone,
we could think twice.

But we have Europe looking at us.

We can't mark time,
it's not the time of Gostomysl.

The cruel times are coming.

And the first priority is
to come out to the Black Sea.

Well, boyars, what would be
your decision?

As you wish, sire,
muster the army.

Neither the King of France,
nor the Austrian Kaiser,

has ever even dreamed of it.

If only you had
more money, Peter...

To call up engineers,

invite clever heads here
from Europe...

Such a wild country.

What a huge country!

And what a rich country!

Yes... we have it all.

And plenty of laziness.

There they go knocking their
foreheads against the ground.

Hey, merchants,
you can't pass the tsar.

The tsar, they can't ,
the bombardier, they can.

Go ahead!

The messengers, mein Herz.

Hey, who's bombardier Mikhailov here?

It's me. Why?

A letter from Streshnev!

Head for the shore.

Read it.

Mister bombardier, we're tearfully
dismayed by the thieving contractors.

Guests Ushakov and
Gorezin undertook to deliver

5,000 buckets of vinegar, as much of
vodka, 20,000 salted sturgeons...

Enough! Tell the messengers to
dismount. Take the horses.

- Mein Herz, it won't be faster.
- You go again?

Get down from the horse!

Oh, what the heck!

Thieves!

Thieves!

Franz, come on.

Jawohl.

Report!
Stand up!

Sit.

Did you hang the contractors?
No? Why not?

Sire...

Mister bombardier, let the contactors
deliver first what they're supposed to.

We can't demand it from the dead.

Not right!

You stupid!
Why are my men not stealing?

And all yours steal!

Pass all contracts over to Brovkin.

Put Voronin and Ushakov in irons, send
them to Moscow, to Romodanovsky.

Right!

What else?
Are the ships ready?

Mister bombardier,
all ships are ready.

You're not lying?

The last ones were
brought from Voronezh yesterday.

You're lying.

All right,
Tikhon Nikitich, don't be angry.

Load the troops on the ships.
We'll swoop down and take Azov.

All quiet in the Turkish fortress,
must be getting ready to surprise us.

Attention!

Mister bombardier!
The bombardier company ready to fight!

All right.

Damn it!

Give me a fuse.

God help us!
The first one. Step aside.

Today we got the most interesting and
important news from Constantinople.

The Great Vizier reports about
the defeat of the Russian army

led by Tsar Peter

at the fortress of Azov.

He writes that the Russians dared
to approach the fortress from land,

for they don't have big ships
to approach it from the sea.

As a result,
Azov had no want of

either soldiers
or ammunition and provisions.

Suffering great casualties,
Peter withdrew back to Moscovia.

He's daring,
that young tsar, too hot.

- How old is he?
- Turned 23, Your Highness.

Well, failures make one hardy
when one's about to mature.

I'll inform His Majesty. I think
it might be of interest to the king.

Enough, women, enough.

Oh, women, women...

What's this?

Who allowed it?

Anyone who cheats
will be in trouble.

They send worthless men,
who can do nothing.

Whoever cheats,
I'm going to hang.

If he's a good worker, then all right.

Understood?

Guard, take these fools away.

Come on, dears, follow me.

Move it, move it.

See, boys? You should be
on your guard with him.

Any false step -
you oversleep,

orjust be lazy - no mercy from him.

We didn't come here to nap.

We'll teach your German too,
he'll remember Kuzma Zhemov.

And who are you, men?
Thieves and bandits, are you?

What are you here for, men?

We were going, dear man,

with this one, to schism,
to lead a holy life,

only the devil misled us.

That's another matter.

We have the rules,
you know.

Follow me.

So our rules are like this.

The drums beat at 4 in the morning.

First a prayer, then work.

At 7, the drum again,
it's breakfast for half an hour.

I've got the watch.
Then work again.

At noon - dinner.
And sleep for half an hour.

And work again.
Supper at 7.

Work again.

At 10, the end.

Don't people overstrain themselves?

Some do, that's true.

But it's hard labor, my dear.

If you hadn't stolen,
you'd be home now, warm and cozy.

We failed at Azov.

So it's been ordered to bring
everyone fit from prisons.

If you're a workman or know
some skill, then it's special.

They give them shchi with beef.

And treat differently - no beating.
But strictly.

You mean we're here for good?

Who knows, my dear?

Of course, if you were free,
then it's another matter.

Hard labor, you know.

Here's your place.

Go in.

That's it, my dears.

Listen here, Gypsy.

You tell them...

That you were my hand
at the smithy, and swear on the cross.

- Why?
- Then we'll survive.

I can't bear it, Kuzma.
I wish they did me in sooner.

No such luck.

They'll tear your nostrils out,

flog you away to the bones,
and send to Siberia.

This they can do.

- It's cruel.
- That's what I'm saying.

And here, you know...

they say they need workmen.

Yeah...

If they call you,
say you were a hammerer with me.

Shchi with beef?

Forward! Follow me!

Forward! Follow me!

Shein!

Back up Lefort
with all guns!

What a devil!
Look what he's doing!

Semyonov regiment, follow me!

All ladders, to storm!

The entire fleet is bombarding
the fortress with a plunging fire.

Good!

From uncle in Konigsberg.

Our dear sister,

undoubtedly,
you'd be interested to know

about the victory of the young
Russian tsar over the Turks.

It's said that he, having
built a ship with his own hands,

stepped on it at the head of a whole
marine fleet, built on a river,

went down to the Azov Sea
right to the walls of the fortress.

The Turks, besieged from the sea
and land, defended to the end.

Only when they ran out of
food and gunpowder,

they surrendered at discretion.

Word is that the young Peter

displayed the wonders of
bravery in this campaign.

As usual, the elector Frederick
is painting too rosy a picture.

Yet, for the French politics,
it's a most unpleasant surprise.

I can imagine the expression at King
Louis' face at hearing this news.

As long as we're running along
good fortune

that has never before
gone so far south,

blessed will be the one
who catches it at her hair.

Therefore, Boyars, rule it

that the destroyed and burnt
Azov be rebuilt anew

and peopled with a huge army.

And more.

Since it suits us more to fight
on the sea than on land,

build a marine caravan

of 40 or more ships.

And do it in the following order:

for monasteries, a ship
from 8,000 peasant homesteads.

For Boyars and other service ranks -

a ship from
10,000 peasant homesteads.

Guest merchants and Cossacks,
Black Hundreds and slobodas

are to build 12 big ships.

For this purpose, form companies,

that is, partnerships,

and there must be 35 of these
companies.

Furthermore, collect a special tax

for building a canal
between the Volga and the Don.

And start digging this canal at once.

We have also decided

that the 50 best Moscow noblemen
should send their sons abroad

to study mathematics,
fortification,

shipbuilding
and other sciences.

Oh God, why children...

And to show an example of zeal
for those useful businesses,

we have decided to go to Holland
personally with our embassy,

which is to depart soon
for the European courts.

- Oh, my goodness...
- Unheard of!

Russian Grand Princes
going to the heretics

with an ambassadorial bow.

Think of your honor, sire.

The ambassadors will be
in their own right.

And we'll stay there
without any rank, incognito.

How can we do here
without a tsar, sire?

In the absence of our person,

we appoint Fyodor Yuryevich
Romodanovsky to rule in Moscow

in counsel with our closest Boyars.

Therefore, it is my order to honor him

as Monarch Prince.

And by our autocratic will,

from now on,
the Monarch Prince has the rule

not only over you, Boyars,
but over me, too.

Well, men, I'm no enemy to you.

What I can, I do,
for what I can't - don't be angry.

A chicken has no place to walk,
lvan Artemyevich.

You can't tell the cattle what to do,
so they trespass onto your meadow.

As for the shepherd,
we, all our village...

...will flog him.

- Flog the shepherd.
- We will.

Let our cattle go.

We're so crowded, so crowded.

I get no profit from you.

But I like order.

I've given you so much money.

So much money...

All out of my kindness,
because I come from these parts.

My father died here.

God giveth to me,
and me to you.

Out of what gain am I giving
you money? It's ridiculous!

Not for profit, for the sake of order.

- I'm leaving you for good soon.
- Leaving where?

I'll be living in Moscow.
Starting a big business.

I'm being charitable out of
the kindness of my heart, and you?

Is that the way to be thankful?
Doing damage, slandering me.

As between our own.

All right, God be with you.

Three kopecks a cow,
one kopeck a sheep.

You can take your cattle.

Thank you, lvan Artemyevich.

- Thank you very much.
- God bless you.

Go now, men.

Sanya, take the matting away.
Those kin of ours dirtied it.

Ugh, so much dirt from
their baste shoes.

Listen.

I want to build
a stone house in Moscow.

I found a place in Kitai-gorod.
Enough of village living for us.

We're making it to the first merchant
hundred. Listen to me, Sanka.

Thank God
we weren't in a hurry about you.

Now we may get related
high in Moscow.

- Don't turn away, you fool!
- Quit it, don't touch me!

Don't touch me...
It's me who decide.

You make me angry, I'll marry you
off to a shepherd.

I'd rather herd pigs with someone
than wither away from your stupidity.

You stale mare!

Hush!

Go look who's there.

You hear me?

I'm scared. Go yourself.

Scared! You stupid!
I'll show to those knockers...

Who's doing this outrage there?

I'm going to unleash the dogs!
Some knockers!

Open up to the tsar!

Where's the master?

Get him here alive or dead!

Mein Herz.

Come on, Nikita.

Greetings, father.
We bow to you.

We heard you got fine goods.

We've brought a buyer.
We'll pay a good price.

Welcome, dear guests!
Come into the house.

Wait, have a drink first.

Franz, where're you?

Welcome.
Please come into the house.

- Petya, I'm tired.
- What?!

Sure, tired.
It's been three days already.

- They're matchmakers for Sanka.
- You don't say!

Welcome, dear guests!

Please, Father Tsar,
come to the place of honor.

What is it?

Oh, what a happy day!

I wondered why I dreamed last night
a bright falcon flying in a window.

That was the reason.
Welcome, welcome.

Here, sit. Move closer,
don't let him run away.

- Who's the suitor?
- Matchmaking for Volkov.

Don't you like the groom?

Or maybe you remembered
some old grievances?

Maybe the groom
pulled you by your hair

or broke the whip-handle lashing you?

Forgive him for Christ's sake.
Make it up with him.

Thank you, dear
matchmakers, for this honor.

Forgive us, country oafs,
if we hurt you in any way.

We're just traders,
ignorant, uneducated moujiks,

we talk simply.

Our gal is still unmarried,
it's such a misfortune.

We're ready to marry her off
to the worst drunkard.

It's beyond me
why suitors avoid our house.

She's a beautiful gal.

True, one eye is bad,
but the other one is fine.

The devils seemed to thresh peas on
her face, but it can be covered.

Besides, she drags her foot,

shakes her head,
and crooked on one side.

But, all in all, she's a fine girl.

Take my beloved child,
dear matchmakers.

Alexandra, child, come out!

Alyosha, go bring your sister.

She may be in the latrine.
Got a sorrowful stomach.

Sit!

Really and truly, she's a fine girl.

Thank you for the honor,
dear matchmakers.

We like the groom very much.

We'll be like father to him:

praise him for the good
and teach him for the blame.

Lash him with a whip
or drag him by the hair.

Don't complain, dear son-in-law,
we're taking you into a peasant family.

Bring your sister.

What's the matter with you,
for God's sake?

Go!

- Here.
- Well, well...

What do you know, mein Herz.

There she is.

A fine gal, real good!

Bear it, Sanka!

It's the Tsar himself.

Look what a groom we brought you.

Oh, mama dear...

Good girl!

Real good!

Hey, dear matchmaker, it's no way.

You can't do it.
Let go of the girl, dear matchmaker.

Let's go, sister.

Well, Vaska, thank us for the girl!

Honoring our father Bacchus,

may we sing praise to each other,
brothers!

Let's wine and dine!

What have you got?
Put it on the table.

Matryona, girls, do it, quick!

Why?
I can't find the keys.

The keys to the cellar are
under the forty martyrs.

They've never been kept there.

Thank you for the spectacle.
You humored us.

But watch out, don't over do it.

I would've never dared,
if it wasn't your wish...

All right, all right,
we know you, the devils.

Quick!

And hurry up with the wedding.

The groom goes with me abroad soon.

Hire a girl from the sloboda to teach
your daughter manners and dancing.

When I'm back from abroad,
I'll take her to my court.

Mein Herz, here it is, our precious!

Pour it!

Frederick, the elector of Brandenburg,
we're sailing to, is our man.

You'll see how he is
going to meet our embassy.

He's living in fear.

He needs us: on one side he's pressed
by Sweden, on another - by Poland.

He will ask us to come into
a military alliance.

We still have to think about it.

Right, we don't want that alliance.

Prussia will never war with Turkey.

In Konigsberg, don't make any mischief
or I'll tear your heads off.

We shouldn't play around,
embarrassing our Grand Embassy.

- Look, the Tsar!
- In a white wig?

No, with a beard.

- The gray-haired one?
- No, the redhead.

Are they Russians?

Not simple Russians.
It's the Tsar Peter the First.

Her Highness
the electress of Hanover Sophia,

with her daughter Sophia-Charlotte,
electress of Brandenburg,

and her son, Crown Prince
George Louis,

heir to the English Crown,

accompanied by Duke von Zeller

and the ladies
and gentlemen of the court,

hurried to meet
Your Majesty,

the Tsar of Russia.

That's what I call etiquette.
Standing on his toes, a real picture.

And his wig is short,
while ours are down to the navel.

What a son of a bitch!

With the sole desire

to reward themselves
for a tiresome journey

and all kinds of difficulties

with meeting the remarkable
and glorious Tsar of Moscovia.

I can't .

I'm in a hurry.

I have no time.

When I return from Holland...

Then maybe.

He won't leave you alone, mein Herz.
You better go for an hour.

Mein Herz!

Mein Herz, your hat.

- Don't forget to pay.
- Don't worry, mein Herz.

We'll do everything it takes.

Please try it, Your Majesty,
this dish is worth it.

This is a canvas by a great
Flemish painter.

I believe that arts and sciences are
flourishing in your great country?

Moscow has plenty of everything.

But a lot of nonsense is being
said about us, too.

For example, they say
that I shed too much blood.

Don't believe it.

Most of all
I love building ships.

I built the galley " Principium" with
these hands from mast to keel.

I know 14 crafts.

But so far, not enough.

That's why I came here.

But that I'm vicious and bloodthirsty,
those are lies.

Dealing with our Boyars
would make anyone mad.

Oh, ma'am.

To be kings here
is just a pleasure.

And I have to learn
carpentry first.

That's how it is.

Your Majesty, allow me
to introduce my court to you.

You already know our family.

By the way, this boy
is heir to the English Crown.

Almost a king?
I wish you good luck.

Peter the First, the Tsar of Moscovia!

Your Majesty, do they
dance a lot at your court, too?

Yes, our people like it.

Aleksasha, run and bring our men
from the carts, let them show it.

What was his order?

The tsar got a splendid idea.

Minuet!

We're going to dance.

The Tsar dances very well.

- A tsar must know how to do anything.
- Oh, yes.

Aleksashka, come on!

Garrit Kist! Is that you, blacksmith?

Ah, it's you, lad?

That's them!

Sehr gut that you
came to Holland!

How are you! For the whole winter,
to do carpentry in the shipyard.

We're going to buy tools today.

Jacob Oma's widow
has good tools.

I'll speak to her,
she'll sell it cheap.

I've decided back in Moscow
to stay with you.

I'm glad you not forget me.

- You sleep here.
- Here?

- Don't like it?
- Mein Herz!

Come pour for me.

You'll be cramped
here now, Peter.

I'm a poor man,
my house got very bad.

And I guess they won't pay me
much in the shipyard.

You always loved to joke, Peter.

No, it's not a laughing
matter for us now.

We must build our fleet in two years,
and become clever instead of foolish.

Everybody must learn to work.

It's a good thing that you
got on your mind, Peter.

The attic is for you and Lyoshka.

Hi, Rensen.

It's me.
If you don't believe it, feel me.

I meant to drop by, but had no time.
I work in Lingst Rogge's shipyard.

Why did you run away from Voronezh?

Mind you, don't tell anybody
who I am.

I'm Peter Mikhailov here,
a carpenter. Understand?

The city of Amsterdam

stands by the sea, in low lands,

all streets have canals,

so big
that you can bring a ship in.

On either side of the canals,
streets are wide,

some places two carriages
can ride there.

I saw a head here,

made of wood,
a human head - it talks!

They wind it up like a clock.

I also saw an elephant
that played minuvets,

blared in Turkish,

fired from a musket

and did affections with a dog.

Affections with a dog!

It's a most unusual wonder.

And the men who
had been sent here before us,

having learned only the compass,
wanted to go to Moscow,

thinking they've mastered everything.

But we changed their intention,

making them work as hands
in the Ostad shipyard.

Peter.

The ambassadors will be here today.

You and Alyoshka go meet them,
or they might get angry with us.

Who decided to sleep there?

Is that Troyekurov?

Go and rouse him.
Tell him I'll beat the hell out of him.

You may be proud of yourself:
you've been made a knight.

The ambassadors from Amsterdam,
mein Herz.

What do you say, ambassadors?

Sit.

Yesterday
a young man

was sent to us as a courier
with a message from Kaiser Leopold.

Our dear brother Peter.

The Christian troops won
a victory over the Turkish Sultan.

The Turkish soldiers retreated
under the pressure of our army.

In fear they abandoned
their entrenchments,

and, to save their lives,
jumped into the river.

This battle has inflicted great
casualties upon the Turkish army.

There were very many killed.

So our victory was complete.

They've taken the caravan, mein Herz.

12,000 Turks were killed
in that battle.

Among them, it is said,
the Great Vizier.

They also say that their Sultan was
killed, too, but I guess it's a lie.

Who was at the head of the army?

Was it our brother,
Holy Roman Emperor Leopold?

The generalissimo
of the Emperor's army

was the brother of
Duke of Savoy, Eugene,

a young man,
about 27.

It was his first battle.

What else, ambassadors?

The Monarch Prince writes that they
can't wait to see the Tsar in Moscow.

They can wait.

To be so near England
and not visit it -

an unforgivable foolishness.

You still can't part
with your beards, ambassadors.

It's not becoming, sire.

Anyway, we're going home soon.

No, not soon.
And it won't do at home, either.

You can go now.
Get ready for the passage to England.

And I got to go to the shipyard,
I'm a workman now,

I'm being paid for that.

I'm happy to meet the young
and famous Tsar of Russia.

He's a very learned man.
Though could be more modest.

Yes, yes.

I would also like to make you
a gift on behalf of

the Royal Academy of Sciences.

Allow me to present to you
this spy-glass,

so that you could
see far and clear.

Thank you very much.

I'm happy to meet
the king of all sciences.

Excuse me for the intrusion.

What's going on?

Until now we knew that the French
King was an ally of the Turkish Sultan

and that William,
the King of England,

promised to help me
in the war with the Turks.

And now you report that
the Austrian Emperor Leopold

entered into peace negotiations with
the Turks, which he beat yesterday.

And who is soliciting the peacemaking?

That same William, the King of England
and the Statthalter of Holland.

Without asking either us
or the Polish Augusts.

I understand...

And what about his recent assurances

of his fervor for the successes
of Christian arms

against the enemies of
the Holy Sepulcher?

What does it mean?

He called me his brother.

He gave me a yacht.
We were feasting together.

What am I supposed to think now?

Sire, Kaiser Leopold is talking
with the Turks about peace.

He and the French king are
contending for the Spanish throne.

Of course, it's important which one
will make his son a Spanish king.

But what do Holland and England
have to do with it?

They want to untie
the Austrian Kaiser's hands,

so that the Turks don't interfere
in his war with France.

That's why they want Russia
not to end the war with the Sultan.

Yes, Peter, he's a great
double-dealing European politician.

It's advantageous to lie low and bring
other countries to confrontation.

Mein Herz!

Yes, he was here himself,
and gave it to me.

You've probably
never even heard who he is.

Mein Herz.

What have you got?

The man who came yesterday from
Lord Peregrin, Marquis Carmartin,

is here with the money.

As was agreed yesterday,
to pay for the tobacco concession.

For importing 3,000 barrels
of nicotiana grass,

they brought 20,000 pounds sterling.

Take the money.

We need money.

Let them trade in their nicotiana.
Golovin here will write the paper.

What do I do with the money,
mein Herz?

Bring it in here.

Come on.

We can use this money
for the benefit of sciences.

Buy the instruments,

curiosities, and open a kunstkamera,
no worse than one in Amsterdam.

There're many things...

we're short of.

Well, what shall we
decide, ambassadors?

The End of Part One