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He took the seal, wanting
to look at the tamga.

- Janer Pasha, an Ottoman
ambassador.
- Right.

He saw it and winced, and nearly
cried.

Ladies and gentlemen, do
you know what tamga is?

It's a family emblem.

For the Turks, it's like the
last name.

Have you ever seen a Damascus
saber with two blades?

He leapt and hit me right here.

An upside down swish it was.

And what about you, Grigory
Grigoryevich?

My skull bone is firm, bless my
parents.

I swept my sword and his head
rolled down.

And his Turkish soul flew
up looking for its heavens.

This is how it all happened.

Who would be your new
prey, Sofya Stepanovna?

Lieutenant Potemkin.

Methinks he's too good for you.
Vain pursuit.

Why vain? I can feel his
interest towards me.

And how did he manifest his
interest?

When the ribbons were
tried on, he was nervous.

I touched him, and he was all
aflutter.

The first touch is the main
thing between man and woman.

But I don't see him. Where is
he?

He is looking at me.

Because he can't resist it.

I know what all men are like.

He is overwhelmed with desire.

I entered my name in the dance
card.

If he only lets me take him by
the hand, he'll lose himself.

You're vibrating with
emotion, too, as I can see.

No.

But I sense the beginning of
something.

Has he come alone or with a
lady?

He is alone. I asked around:
he is not courting anyone.

What else did you learn about
him?

He is not rich, living on his
earnings.

Renting cheap lodgings
on Vasilyevsky Island.

You will come to his place,
won't you?

No.

I will take him to my chambers.

What a fleet-footed lieutenant.

Dancing in spite of his wound.

I wondered who he was after.

So, it's Sofya Stepanovna.

An easy catch.

Your Majesty, you are heavenly
beautiful.

Allow me to admire you
during the cotillion.

Wait here. I'll call for
you to undo my dress.

Grigory Alexandrovich!

Sofya Stepanovna, let me explain
myself.

No, I won't let you,
Grigory Alexandrovich.

Our happiness is two steps away.

You are sensual and tender,
but I won't dare to.

You are so timid?

I am so sorry, but my heart
belongs to someone else.

Who is that lucky woman?

Will you excuse me.

You can't leave without telling
me.

Or else God knows what I
will think about you.

She is magically enchanting,
the incarnate perfection.

She is intelligent.

I fell for her at first sight.

But exchanged only a
couple of words with her.

She will never know about my
feelings.

She is beyond my reach.

I won't dare to declare my love.

Is she married?

Though I doubt it would be a
hindrance.

Oh, really?

What's wrong with you?

What happened?

Your Majesty...

Anna Petrovna...

I beg of you, help me.

Please, protect me.

You were crying?
What happened?

No, I didn't cry.
I keep calm.

There will be no wedding.

But I have already granted my
permission to Nikita Ivanovich

and dismissed you as
my lady-in-waiting.

No, there will be no wedding.

I love someone else.

We both don't seek fortune.

We only want to be quietly
happy.

Who is he? Is he here?

It's Semyon Andreevich Poroshin,
Pavel Petrovich's tutor.

Former tutor. There is
nothing I can do for you.

You must decide your fate on
your own.

Anna Petrovna! Get up!

What's going on?

Call for Rodgerson.
She is clearly unwell.

Anna Petrovna, allow me to
give you these flowers.

Don't you ever approach me
again.

Never ever.

Your Majesty, a most
extraordinary
thing has happened.

Grigory Alexandrovich rejected
me.

You can't win them all.

I am not surprised.

Yes, it turned out that he is in
love.

He is in love with you.

He told you that plainly?

No, he was utterly delicate, but
I guessed.

How?

I want to hear the details.

My Lady, Mr. Rodgerson is
asking you to come out.

He said it was very urgent.

Tell him to come here.

He insists.

Let him come here even if
he is not properly attired.

Your Majesty.

It is not about his attire.

Please take this...

What happened to her?

Ladies and gentlemen, please go
away.

- Anna Petrovna...
- Go away, now!

The main thing is to avoid mass
agitation.

You're the only one who is
agitated, and we don't know why.

I hired the carriers to take
countess Sheremeteva home.

She will be put up in
some separate building.

Some pavilion maybe,
with lots of sun.

With all her belongings
moved there as well.

Mr. Sheshkovsky will take care
of all security measures.

Take her away, together with the
divan!

- Excuse me...
- Nikita Ivanovich,

stay away from her.

- But she is my bride...
- Step away!

George. What's going on?

How close was she standing to
you?

Did she touch you?

You didn't answer my question.

What's going on, George?

She is afflicted with smallpox,
the most dangerous type.

And not a word more.

I must ask you again: did she
touch you?

We talked. No, she didn't touch
me.

Go away, ladies and gentlemen.
You must leave.

Your Majesty.

I placed the guards.

With whom else did countess
Sheremeteva have a contact?

Her Majesty and me.

She was fainting and I supported
her.

I wanted to give her
flowers, but she refused.

She must have had a contact
with the servants.

The kellermeister, the
chasseurs, too.

If only we knew, we wouldn't
have
let her approach Her Majesty.

Gather all the servants and take
everyone away to Pulkovo, now!

Should we use messengers or
pigeon post for reports?

Forget about reports!

George, can you use inoculation?

I was inoculated in England.

Though for grown-ups, it's quite
dangerous.

Every fifth person gets ill.

But I'm safe as you can see.

What do you need for your
manipulations?

Countess Sheremeteva is dying.

Her puss can't be used - the
infection is too strong.

Come a new ill person.

We can take the infection from
the first blister
appearing and make an urgent
inoculation.

It should better be a
child or an old person.

Go to the Sheremetevs and find
out
whether someone else has fallen
ill.

Your Excellency, for Christ's
sake - give us some water!

Is there any hope?

Enough. Go back into the
house, Your Excellency.

- Do you have any blisters?
- No.

- Show them to me.
- I'm not ill.

Do you wish to see the Empress?

I saw her last Christmas.

Let me in, I'm Poroshin, her
fiance.

No one can enter, Semyon
Andreevich!

Your Excellency.

Stepan Ivanovich.!

Anna Petrovna has got blind and
can't talk.
It's the end.

Let me in. Let me see her.

No, you must understand
that it's very dangerous.

Look, I promised to love
her in joy and in grief.

Go away! Go away!

Stepan Ivanovich.
Your Excellency!..

Do you want some tea?

Show me your blister.

What is your name?

Sasha Markov.

You're not a serf anymore,
you belong with gentility.

With a family coat of arms of
your own.

You're Markov-Smallpoxov now,
eh.

You'll have everything: a house,
horses, dogs of your own. What
else?

A gun for duck-hunting.

You'll have the best gun.

Show me your blister.

I will come in.

Don't be afraid.

Pyotr Borisovich!

Let him in.

Let's go, Semyon Andreevich.

Anna Petrovna, I love you...

Vlas, take him away from here.

- Forgive me, dear Anna.
- Let's go.

- Away from here.
- Let go of me!

Don't you dare!

- Leave him alone, Nikita
Ivanovich.

Take your hands off me.

She is dying, I should be near
her!
Let me in!

I wanted to marry you off
to a man you didn't love.

You can marry anyone you
want, be it even a plebe,

only, do you hear me, Anna,
just live, my dear daughter.

- I can't help you.
- Calm down.

Can't you see that your
presence aggrieves her father?

Pyotr Borisovich.

Go away, Nikita Ivanovich.

You have no business to be here.

Let go of me!

How dare you!

I should be near her!

- You're asking for a scandal?
- You scoundrel!

Vlas, make him shut up!

You scoundrel.
A piece of dirt.

Very, very nice.

Your Excellency, I will see him
out.

Let's go.

Very nice.

Let go!

Tell me where you live, sir.

You want to see me home or what?

What? Don't you dare!

Answer my question, sir.

Why should you care?

His Excellency needs the address
where to send his second.

Burn down her belongings and her
clothes.

I can make an incision just
anywhere.

Better - on a spot hidden by
clothes.

The abscess will leave a scar.

I want all unbelievers to see
that
I was inoculated and didn't die.

So that everyone would follow my
example.

Here.

- More wine.
- Yes, Your Majesty.

Not bad for the Empress.

You are a good flatterer,
George.

You scored one more victory, my
Empress.

Nevermore will black smallpox
endanger your subjects.

Every year, millions of
Europeans
had been dying from smallpox,

it spared neither peasants nor
sovereigns - the French king
Louis XV,

the Habsburgers from Austria,
heir
to the Russian throne Peter II.

Risking her life,

Ekaterina was the first in the
Russian
empire to undergo inoculation,

posing a personal example to
aristocrats at the court,

to all citizens, military
men and the clergy.

The Empress signed an ukase
on obligatory vaccination.

Smallpox houses were
opened all around Russia.

On the Empress's request, count
Sheremetyev headed the campaign

investing his own money.

With whom am I to discuss the
details?

I have no second, Mr. Teplov.

You had enough time to find one,
Mr.
Poroshin.

You want to obstruct the duel?

No one agreed to be my second.

They are afraid of an exile,
on hearing Count Panin's name.

Do you trust me?

I have no reason to mistrust
you, but...

Don't waste time. Yes or no?

- I trust you.

The obstacle done away with
then.

I want to say that I regret my
deed.

Let us be spared unnecessary
words.

Nikita Ivanovich forbade to
agree about a compromise.

Make your choice.

Come on, do it.

Ten steps from the barrier.

Nikita Ivanovich.

It was the first time I hit
someone.

I committed a shameful deed.

I was stressed. Later I
shuddered at what I did.

It was silly to blame you.

People seek happiness according
to
their own dreams and
opportunities.

Nikita Ivanovich, for a long
time
I served under your authority.

I hope... I will not shoot at
you.

Have you finished?

Fine.

Advance, gentlemen.

I don't wish you evil.

Or to anyone else.

He is wounded. I will take
care of him, thank you.

Where are his lodgings?

On Vasilyevsky Island.

Don't take him there, just
drop him in some ravine.

And don't forget to extract the
bullet.

- I will, Your Excellency.
- Godspeed.

I bet one thousand.

Bravo, Nikita Ivanovich.

The winning card.

2 is the hock. Your card is
beaten.

Thanks for the game.

What a beautiful view!

- I'm glad you like it.
- A real invitation to study.

If only I had such a
room when I was a child.

I only went a-fishing and
a-hunting.

Do you think Alyosha will like
it?

Are there enough toys?

Quite enough for a start.

Some of them will become
his favas, some - not.

Yes, he is such a reserved boy.

Doesn't smile or talk for
some unknown reason.

I hope Pavel will stir him up.

Though, there is a difference
in age and interests.

If both of them equally become
heirs to the
throne, it would mean an
imminent rivalry.

- And where is the globe?
- It will arrive these days.

I hope so.

You'll answer with your head,
just in case.

I've a premonition he'll
be worse off there.

Hold your tongue. Of course
he'll be better off there.

He will see his own mother
oftentimes now.

Take the donkey.

It's your good sleep toy.

Alexei Grigoryevich, 'tis time
to go.

Dear Grigory Alexandrovich.

It's a long time since we
discussed the cut
of daily uniforms, the choice of
buttons.

They are not a trifling thing,
for
the soldiery knows not trifles.

My dear and esteemed friend!

I want to see you.

To be in your company is
such a delight for me.

You are so unlike other people
with whom I communicate usually.

None of them can continue a
stanza
from 'Ovid' except Monsieur
Voltaire,

but he is such a
distant pen friend...

Forgive my insistence, but I am
grateful to that happy chance,

to those days when we could
be together longer than now,

longer than tradition permits...

I want to remind
you of those times

when you happened to
lie in my feather bed,

to sleep under my blanket and
wash yourself in my bath...

Tights as part of the field
uniform should be done away
with.

They look fanciful and cause the
admiration of the fair sex,

but are not comfortable
during war campaigns.

One can only put them on
moistened.

The officers put on wet trousers
and wait till they dry out?

- Yes.
- And you, too?

The tights are like second skin,

with not a single wrinkle,
the muscles prominent,

but if you make a sharp movement
or
sit down, they may tear at the
seams.

That's why the officers prance
about, not bending their knees.

It seems, not only women bear
with
inconveniences only to look
effective.

You opened my understanding.

But it is nothing compared to
the lacing
of the bodice or the heavy
crinoline.

Crinoline is our unenforced
golden cage.

Wherefrom should we begin the
changes?

The waistcoat.

The soldier should be
protected from inclemency.

It's a mistake to follow
European traditions.

The soldiers need warm
bloomers, ample coats.

The hat - it doesn't
protect you from frost.

We need something seasonable...

I'm sorry, but we are
to be interrupted now.

Your Majesty, Prince Betskoy
is seeking your audience.

Will you excuse me, I must go.

Thanks for the conversation.

Your Majesty...

- Your Excellency.
- What were you doing in the
park?

I was discussing the new
uniforms with the Empress.

And where is Betskoy?

He will take care of the
uniforms following the sketches

and the details of what kind of
fabric,
buttons, buttonhooks, threads.

And where are the sketches?

They are not ready yet.

What were you discussing
then, with no sketches?

You must be in a bad mood.

Thank God, you're not my
senior to spoil my mood.

Don't forget to whom you owe
being here, walking around,

coveting the keys
of the chamberlain.

I don't aspire to
advance to a high post,

but the circumstances well known
to you have changed my life.

Don't turn up your nose...

...lest you stumble.

Please come with me.

I don't have an arrangement.
Go.

Let's go.

I know this clever-eyed
boy on the portrait.

He is the future heir to the
throne.

He should learn a lot, and he
will have
good tutors and a very good
nanny.

Alexei Grigoryevich, can I
have a look at your toy?

Ivan Ivanovich, pray tell me
how I should approach him.

Don't be nervous and smile a
lot.

I can't but be nervous.

I asked Grigory Grigoryevich to
come
and greet his son and not to be
late.

But he is away God knows where.

Alexei Grigoryevich, for shame,
Her Majesty is addressing you.

Alyosha, tell me, what
are your favorite toys?

My child is aloof to everything.

I hoped it would pass, but
with years it only worsened.

- Fekla, bring Rodgers.
- No need to.

The child is tired after the
journey, and
the sight of a medicus will
frighten him.

Such a clever child on the
portrait
and such a disappointment in
life.

He wouldn't even smile or talk
to me.

Well, hi to you, my dear son.

Why are you so lifeless, eh?

Wake up! Do you like to fight?

As a boy I was very pungent.

Nothing has changed since then.

Fistfight, eh?

Fekla, introduce Alexei
Grigoryevich to Pavel Petrovich.

Let's go, Alexei Grigoryevich.

You have grown up.

Who is this woman?

I am his nanny, Your Highness.

You need a nanny, Alexei
Grigoryevich?

You see, Your Highness?

He keeps silent.

You shouldn't say 'you see',
'you hear' is more correct.

One can't hear silence.

Russian language is not quite
perfect.

Can you keep silent in French?

Can you keep silent in French?

Oh, Gosh.

See? You don't need a nanny.

Silence means consent.

You keep silent, you don't
object
- means you agree with me.

Your Highness, the Empress
hired me to be his nanny.

Alexei Grigoryevich is silent
because
he can't talk. Things happen.

In my home village, a mother
left her baby
in a cradle and went to do the
chores.

A pig came and munched his feet.

Nearly ate him up. So the child
kept silent till he turned ten.

And then he began talking,
grew up and got married.

Alexei Grigoryevich wasn't
abandoned at the pigs' mercy.

His hands and feet not munched.

He is silent for another reason.

You may go, Fekla.

Tell the Empress Alexei
Grigoryevich is a big person

and shouldn't be doted over,
undressed and put to bed.

He will need a chamberlain.

Is something unclear to you?

As you wish, Your Highness.

I heard you were an idiot.

And I believed them at first.

But now I can see it's all a
lie.

I can write and read.

You keep silent on purpose.

I'm not an idiot.
I hate talking.

I am so clever on the portrait,
but still Mommy won't love me.

So I won't love her either.

Do you love Mommy, Pavel
Petrovich?

Rather no than yes.

I loved my father, but he died.

My father is alive, but
I only saw him once.

Today.

It's the same as if he were
dead.

Or even worse.

I'm glad to have a brother,
Alexei Grigoryevich.

I'm offering you my friendship.

I want to be friends with
you, Pavel Petrovich.

But with your kind permission,
I will keep silent.

Very well. Let's go.

Come in, Alexei Grigoryevich.

It used to be my room, but there
is enough space in the palace.

The view from this window is my
favorite.

I would stand here near
the window imagining:

I am the great emperor
ruling over Russia.

My twenty million subjects love
me and
pray for my good health every
day.

Would you like to be the
emperor, Alexei Grigoryevich?

The globe!
I didn't have anything of the
kind.

Russia stretching far
and wide on the globe.

But you can grasp this only with
your mind.

Sometimes I look through the
window and
feel like my soul is growing
wings.

What an exhilaration!
What a victory!

The Empress bought
exquisite toys for you

and arranged everything here.

But let things rest for the time
being,
for otherwise she will be
unpleased.

I know that she attains
everything according to her
will,

and you'd better not
argue with her.

The nail plates hard, the skin
between his fingers healthy.

The soles of his feet not flat.

The chest is a little bit
protruding,
but no signs of chicken chest,

the spine is straight, no
goose flesh on his elbows.

Close your eyes, Alexei
Grigoryevich.

I'm at a loss what illness
there is to cure.

Repeat after me.

Mole-rat,

scale,

strawberry,

Woop Woop.

You don't need to repeat,
but if you heard me

and know the meaning of these
words, raise your hand.

Mole-rat, scale, strawberry,
Woop Woop.

I can see no deviations.

He is not deaf, but in a
neglected state.

- His mental health is
questionable.
- What is your verdict?

We also need to know whether
he can be fertile or not.

For this, examination will
be needed when he turns 12.

Then we can take a test
of his seminal fluid.

- Let's check it right now!
- Grigory Grigoryevich!

- Why waiting? Do it.
- Very well.

But at such an age, no
medicus can state for sure.

Is that normal?

We can't operate the
term 'norm' as for now,

but the organ seems
to be healthy.

I see...

It won't prevent him from
sitting on the throne?

Grigory Grigoryevich.

Alexei Grigoryevich.

Your forgiveness,
on my own behalf,

and on behalf of your
unceremonious father.

Your Majesty, Pavel Petrovich
is feeling unwell.

Again?

Unfortunately, he won't
be able to be present.

Let us begin.

Alexei Grigoryevich Orlov.

Born on April 11, 1762,

the son of His Excellency Count
Grigory Grigoryevich Orlov

and Her Majesty the Empress
Ekaterina Alexeyevna.

Alexei Grigoryevich, you smiled!

Alyosha...

Let us go to Tsarskoye Selo?

We shall walk on the grass
barefooted or swim in the pond.

It's beautiful there in summer.

Or let us fly the kite together.

Can you fly the kite?

I will show you how to do it.

We'll show you everything.
Grigory Grigoryevich.

Finish the ceremony.

Smile to me again.

From now on Alexei Grigoryevich
is entered
into the Imperial House of the
Romanovs

with all the rights pertaining
to an equal marriage...