All language subtitles for Ilya Muromets (Aleksandr Ptushko, 1956).english

Image and sound digitally restored
by Mosfilm Cinema Concern

Russian folk poetry
abounds in bogatyrs.

Their bravery,
valor and dare deviltry

are so immense
and indestructible,

their strength so giant
and mighty

that you can't but bow your head
before them. / V. BELINSKY /

MOSFILM

ILYA MUROMETS
THE EPIC HERO AND THE BEAST

Based on Russian heroic folk tales
Screenplay by M. KOCHNEV

Directed by Alexander PTUSHKO

Photography by
F. PROVOROV, Yu. KOUN

Production Designer Ye. KUMANKOV
Music by Igor MOROZOV

Starring

Boris ANDREYEV
as Ilya Muromets

A. ABRIKOSOV as Prince Vladimir
N. MEDVEDEVA as Princess Apraksya

N. MYSHKOVA as Vassilisa
A. SHVORIN as Sokolnichek

S. MARTINSON as Mishatychka
G. DYOMIN as Dobrynia Nikitich

S. STOLYAROV as Alyosha Popovich
M. PUGOVKIN as Razumey

V. SOLOVYOV as Kassyan
I. AREPINA as Alyonushka

V. TYAGUSHEV as Sbrodovich
N. GLADKOV as Plenchishche

Sh. BURKHANOV as Tsar Kalin
S. DZHAMANOV as Sartak

M. RYSKULOV as Nevryui
Sh. TYUMENBAYEV as Azvyak

The Tugar girl's dance
performed by AN SON HI

An Order of Lenin Mosfilm Studio
production, 1956

Long live in good health,
O mighty knight Svyatogor!

When will you come down from
high mountains to common earth?

There has been much trouble
on the roads of late.

Our mortal soil would not
carry me anymore.

Russia awaits a young knight.

You, wandering minstrels,
you travel all over the world.

Should you meet such a knight
on your way,

here's a sword for him.

Farewell, Svyatogor.

Forever will you live
in our song.

The snowball tree and raspberry,

The azure skyline.

Nothing is going well

Without sweetheart of mine...

Without sweetheart of mine...

The Lord gave him the build
of a giant,

but confined him to sitting
like a bump on a log.

The Tugars! The Tugars!

The devil take you, the cursed folk!

She will cheer Kalin up!

Sartak-murza, the Prince's
carts are across the river.

No, you can't take my dear child!

Oh, those hands of mine
that can't hold anything...

Oh, those legs of mine
that can't go anywhere...

Vassilisa!

I beseech you, don't kill me!
I'll do anything for you!

Swear that you'll be serving
Tsar Kalin till your dying day.

I swear that I'll be serving
Tsar Kalin till my dying day.

Swear by your blood!

I swear by my blood that
I'll destroy all knights in Kiev!

When you destroy them,
let me know.

By sending this kerchief to Kalin.

I'll be waiting for your message at
the Kosozh Rapids on Peroun's Day.

If you betray our trust,
we'll pull your veins out.

- I'm thirsty.
- Have a little patience.

Good day, young falcon!
What do they call you?

Ilya is my name, son of Ivan.

Ilya, go bring us some water.

I'd be happy to, but I can't
get up.

Come in the house and have
a drink.

You, pilgrims, are good and
wise people.

Can you explain it to me
what's going on in our land?

A great calamity's befallen our land:
there's no escaping the damn Tartars.

If only I had strength,
I would stand up for my dear Rus.

Come on, Ilya, drink some
juice of the rising herb!

The rising herb is a magic herb.

Do you feel strength coming?

Yes, I feel it coming!

Only my arms and legs would
not obey me!

Be patient, Ilya, strength may come
into your limbs, too.

There is only one

Sun in Universe,

There is only one

Dear Mother Rus.

The terrible Tsar Kalin

Hails the day of doom,

Plans to ruin Kiev

And destroy our land.

Like a huge, black cloud,

Evil enemy attacked,

Taking captive all,

Our children and wives.

Anyone in whom

The Russian spirit's strong,

Be inspired with fire

And stand up for Rus.

Accept, Ilya, Svyatogor's behest.

Thank you, good folks.

Make this sword slay
a man who is up

and spare a man who is down.

Never will I put this knight's
sword to shame.

May God help you plow
and farm, Mikula Selyanovich.

The same to you,
Ivan Timofeyevich.

Oh, how my hands itch
after hard work.

I guess I can help my father and
mother.

Why not pull out those stumps
and roots

and remove those rocks and
boulders?

This soil used to be as hard
as rock.

This soil is going to be as soft
as down.

The falcon has risen and felt
his wings.

- Our son has gotten on his feet.
- There's someone to do the plowing.

Forgive me, mother.

I cannot help you in the field,
I cannot be your bread-winner.

Tsar Kalin keeps ready a deadly
arrow aimed right at Kiev's heart.

It does no honor to a young man
like me to stay in Karacharovo.

Give me your blessings
and let me go to the city of Kiev.

It breaks my heart to have
to give you my blessing.

It's not to a feast that I hasten
but to serve my Russian land.

I'm giving you my blessing
only for good deeds.

For evil things you can't have
my blessing.

I will never forget your great
behest.

For these deeds you need
a good steed.

Take my Burushka, Ilya.

Never mind that he looks tiny.

Have him bathed in three
morning dews,

and a mighty steed
will rise before you.

Burushka, may you gallop faster
than a lean deer.

May you swim like a pike-fish
underwater.

May you run like a gray wolf
in the forest.

May you fly high over the trees
like a blue-gray gyrfalcon.

Turn your dead ear to a stranger's
call.

Whereas at my whistle,
come as fast as a lightning.

Be my loyal friend
both in combat and at rest.

If you go to the right,
you'll get rich.

If you go to the left,
you'll get married.

If you go straight ahead,
you'll get killed.

It's too early for me to be married,

and it's no use for me to be rich.

I'd better go the way
to be killed.

You went straight ahead -
you'll be killed.

Why are you pressing oneself
to the ground, mighty steed?

Did you get scared of
the Nightingale's whistle?

Can it be that such an owl
started rivers of tears?

Let me take you to the Prince
for him to judge you.

Here I am with you, Boyars,
Princes and Governors,

and with all our mighty warriors,

sitting in judgment and
thinking hard.

With you, our Prince, we're
thinking hard

and sit in judgment.

Our Bright Sun, give your order
to punish Razumey.

He has torn my mare's tail off.

What a scoundrel...

- He was stealing your wood.
- Stealing my wood?

I was,
but with no malicious intent.

I planned to make for an ill day

a far-flying fiery arrow.

But I've got no wood.

So I went to work for the boyar
as a carpenter.

For my work he let me use his
horse to go to the woods,

but was too stingy to give me
the harness.

So I had to tie the cart
to the tail.

The mare stumbled against
a stump and lost its tail.

Command, Your Highness,
that he be put in chains.

Hark ye, 'tis my command. You,
Boyar, will give the mare to Razumey.

He may keep going to my woods
until the mare grows up its tail.

Please, spare me, Your Highness!

And you, Razumey, make your
arrows and show them to me.

I will, Bright Sun!

Knight-errant Dobrynia
is coming back from Tsar City.

Summon everybody to
a celebratory feast.

Those for whom there's no room in
the court shall be fed in the street.

Knight-errant Dobrynia
is coming back from Tsar City!

The Prince summons all
to a celebratory feast!

Alyonushka, come to the feast.

I will, Alyosha!

You're too young to go to feasts.

Oh, I'm going to fall!
I'll get my white body scratched!

Don't you worry, Bermyatovna,
I'll help you in your distress.

Glory and praise to you,
dear Prince Vladimir!

Praise and glory to you,
dear Apraksya!

Glory and praise to you,
dear Dobrynia!

Praise and glory to you,
the whole gallant host!

As by you it has been decided,
so by me it has been provided.

The young King Zbrut has given his
signature to live in peace with Kiev.

I'm going to reward you, Dobrynia,
for your services.

Make your choice: the first place
is beside me, the second - across from me,

and for the third one,
you may sit wherever you like.

Come sit with us, Dobrynia!

I thank thee, Prince, for the honor.

My place is at the knights' table.

So be it! Serve the brave knight
with sweet wine from Khios.

It's not gold and silver that are
so precious,

What we value most
is the knight's valor!

Gold and silver are just things
transient,

But the valiant heroes' feats
are perpetual.

Ho there, good people! Who happens
to be Prince Vladimir here?

You're in the wrong place, yokel!

You belong to the lowest table.

The table may be low,
but it seats a high guest.

I'm here not to feast,
but to do my duty.

Keep away from the valiant
knights' table!

You are a valiant knight?
You're only good to fight girls!

Boyar Mishatychka's here
with rich gifts!

Our precious Bright Sun!

I've collected all tributes and
debts.

All your enemies have been
toppled over.

I was wounded by vile pagans
at the village of Karacharovo,

but I managed to overwhelm
Sartak.

For our Father, the Prince,
I'm ready to give my life.

That's just like us, the boyars!

I have slain Nightingale the Robber
into small shreds!

This boyar is lying. He has
never seen Nightingale the Robber.

Whence do you come, brave youth?
And what is your name?

I'm from the city of Murom,
from the village of Karacharovo.

My name is Ilya,
son of Ivan.

- Have you ever seen Nightingale?
- I have! Come and see for yourself!

Here he is, Nightingale the Robber,
son of a monster!

- Order the robber to give a whistle.
- Let him amuse us.

But I warn you, don't get scared.

Come on, Nightingale, sound
your whistle, but do it softly.

- Alyonushka, wait!
- What a brave fellow you are!

I love you more than I love
myself.

My brothers forbid me to love
anyone.

If you're not mine,
I'm not going to live!

He might be a nightingale,
but not the real one.

I had the real one drowned
in the Smorodinka River.

Why are you keeping silent?

Ilya Ivanovich, be so kind and make
Nightingale the Robber shut up.

We don't need this kind of
amusement.

From now on you'll stop making
fathers and mothers weep

and small children orphaned.

That's our boy from Karacharovo!

Accept this, Ilya, for catching
Nightingale the Robber.

As for the Nightingale himself,
he's got what he deserved.

I like men like you, Ilya Ivanovich!

Don't be angry with Alyosha.

He is not very strong,
but he's brave.

- Shall we become brothers?
- Let's be brothers.

Steer your steed next to mine.

And let's make a vow: the eldest
brother shall heed the youngest one.

And the younger shall heed
his elder.

And we shall always stand up
for one another,

fighting hand in hand
for the Russian land.

He is not only strong in body,
he is broad in mind, too.

May you have a long life,
good youth!

- Put on your hero's armor!
- Thank you, Prince.

Woe on us! Unexpected heralds
from Tsar Kalin!

Welcome them with bread and
salt!

For all the plunder and offense,

I'd welcome them with a cart's axle.

You're brave much too much!
Telling the Prince how to rule.

Like the Tsar, like the heralds.
Let's hear what they have to say.

Tsar Kalin has decided to collect
dues and levies from Kiev

for twelve years in advance.

Otherwise, we'll slay everyone

and empty the boyars' coffers!

O grand ambassador, help yourself
to drink and food. We'll pay you.

You can't mollify ambassadors
with bread and salt.

- Such an oaf came as ambassador.
- An uncouth ruffian.

Prince, if you don't make them
silent, then I'll do it.

In Kiev, you're judged by appearance
upon meeting,

- by mind upon leaving.
- I'll make you bow humbly

before Tsar Kalin.

Don't whistle till you're out
of the woods, vile pagan.

And your head, lout, will be
the first to fall.

With your own loot,
we'll make you lout!

Pagan idolater!

Run for your life, you vile scum,

and make it known by everyone:

The land of Rus can defend itself!

Wash your hands, O mighty hero,
with this honeydew!

This hero is even braver than
Dobrynia.

- More daring than Alyosha Popovich!
- He is as strong as Svyatogor!

For your valor,
we'll make gold armor

for you fit for a prince.

Take this spear that was forged
in Kiev.

Thanks for your kind words.

The Prince!

This is for your service to Kiev.

Lift up Muromets and carry him
aloft in triumph!

I must waste this boor,
or I'll come to a bad end.

Tsar Kalin will never forgive me
for this.

So, my Vassilisa is gone...

We'll find you a bride of princely
blood.

It's not blood or wealth that counts,

it's love that costs dear.

And my love's been ruined
by an evil Tugar.

I came here to do my duty.
Give me a task fit for a knight.

You, Ilya, will go to a distant
frontier post in Starodubovets.

While the caravans are dragging on,
let's share our Russian loot.

For the first share, I'm giving you
all pure gold.

For the second share, I'm giving
you all pure silver.

And for the third share, I'm taking
the captive girl.

For this share
you can take all my silver.

Take all my gold for her.

I'm giving her neither to you,
nor to him.

I'm taking her to Tsar Kalin.

He will give me one-half of
the Tugar realm for her.

You're lying, the devils!

It will never be your pagan way!

I'm going to set her at liberty,

to go to her father and mother.

I must be sleeping and seeing
a dream!

Is it forsooth you, fair maiden?

Ilyushenka!

No one will take you from me,

neither raven, nor Tugar!

You, Boyar, are to go for white
salmon for the Prince's court.

White salmon?

The Prince has tired us out
with his errands!

My own court is as big
as the Prince's!

Because, Kvashnya, your men
have shot down all my sables

beyond the Soroga River.

And why are you catching
my fish in the Puchai River?

That river belongs to us,
the Plenkovich Boyars.

- You liar! It's my river!
- No, it's mine!

You've got a coat made of my
sables, old goat!

Stand up for me, Sbrodovich!
I'll wage a war with Plenchishche!

You're not boyars, wise and sane,
but old men, wild and insane. Shame!

The Prince!

Squabbling again,
noble and wealthy folk?

If you had your way, you would
have dragged asunder the single Rus.

Matvei Sbrodovich, I have
an errand for you.

You'll lead my caravan with furs
and copper over Varangian Seas.

Go, birds, a-flying,
Never stop a-singing.

So that you would help me
Work from dawn to evening.

Cooing, cooing, cooing on!

Fetch me from a meadow
A grain full of ears,

It'll grow into a pattern
That my hand endeavors.

Cooing, cooing, cooing on!

Hurry up, you squirrel,
Hedgehog, have no fear.

For the one I'm working
Who to me is dear.

Not in vain the wheel spun,
No silk to spare.

A hospitable table-cloth
The bounty will fare.

May God help you spin and weave,
dear Vassilisa.

Where have you been so long,
my bright falcon?

I was in the steppes, waging
a battle with the one-eyed monster.

It was your red-hot arrow
that brought me home.

I would have taken neither 500,
nor a thousand rubles for it.

Look at that kerchief...

all woven with gold.

It's not a kerchief,
it's a hospitable table-cloth!

For who did you make
such a beauty?

For the one who is dear to my heart!

Take a rest, my hard-working dove!

Look how beautiful our land is!

Why are you so sad, my darling?

It's not for long that we're
parting.

I'll drive the Tugars off the seven
frontiers, wipe out treason in Kiev,

and in early spring I'll call on you
in Karacharovo.

At this moment of parting,
please, confide in me,

tell me your most cherished wish.

Bear me a hero
to whom no one can be equal.

The blue-gray falcons were
witnesses to our love.

If you have a son,
name him Little Falcon.

Whenever I see a falcon in the sky,
I'll think of my son.

I pray to God that He let you raise
your son and put him on a steed.

When you have our son, give this
to him.

This ring was presented to me
by the Prince.

As a white birch-tree

Bent down to the river,

My sweetheart has left,

And my heart did wither...

Down the cold stream

Bitter tears I shed.

Like a black thundercloud,

Sad thoughts swathe my head...

Onward!

Grieve not, fair maiden,
after Osinovets comes Krestyanovets,

and from Krestyanovets it's just
a stone's throw to Karacharovo.

Matvei Sbrodovich! Trouble!
The Tugars are coming!

Come to me!

Now we've got something
that will please Kalin.

Treat them to wine and feed them
with pie.

Sbrodovich? Matvei?

Put not me to death, Prince,
but let me say a word.

Speak up!

The pagans have plundered

your caravan on the Busyn River.

I alone managed to escape
by some miracle.

What about Muromets?
Where was he?

I warned you. Ilya is dossing about
on the stove with a captive girl.

He cares not for feats of arms.

For his fault, I banish Ilya from
my court for three years.

Without Ilya, Kiev will be orphaned.

Had he not been dear to my heart,
I'd have thrown him in a dungeon.

Good day, door-keepers!
May you serve well.

There's nothing good about our
service today.

You have been banished from Kiev.

I've got an important work to do.

To eradicate treason in the palace
as soon as possible.

Do not let him into the palace!
It's the Prince's command.

This must be your doing,
the Nightingale's pacifier.

Vassilisa told me everything
about your mean betrayal!

Kiev has no use for you anymore.
Get out of here!

Just you wait, plotters, before

I drive you into a cockroach hole.

- We won't be able to hang him.
- Nor to cut off his head.

Let the Prince himself execute him!

Since the Prince has no need
for me anymore,

I don't need his presents.

I'll drag the coat by one sleeve,

and the boyars I'll be dragging
by their thick tresses.

There are lots of those who eat
and drink in the palace,

but when the Tugars come,
there will be no one to defend Kiev.

The boyars are brave as long
as the Tugars are not at the gate.

I'm going to wipe all treason
out of the palace.

Our Prince is wroth when his blood
is hot, but he's easily appeased.

He sent me for you, inviting you
to a feast.

It's not the feast that we care for,
but for our knight's honor.

Don't go, Ilya!

Have you forgotten our behest that

the younger brother heed the elder?

The Prince knew who to send
for me.

Had it not been you, Dobrynia,
I wouldn't have even listened.

Why did you draw your bow
outside my window?

I wanted to shoot at your palace,
for you offended me unfairly.

But you didn't shoot, did you?

He trampled your coat, saying:

"That's how I will trample down
Prince Vladimir!"

You forsooth did, we all heard it!

That's not what I said.

They falsify the evidence.

- He wants to betray Kiev!
- He's inciting wrong people!

Come out, Ilya!

See, they've already plotted
something.

It's not outside, Prince,
that treason is being plotted,

it's lurking here, in the palace.

I don't believe your word anymore.

Where shall we put the traitor?

In a dungeon. And feed him only
bread and water.

It will make him see sense.

Thank you, Prince, for your
invitation.

And thank you, too, Dobrynia,
for your inspiration!

And I held you for a fair prince!
Set Ilya at liberty!

- He bragged he'd rule Kiev.
- It's done. Take him away.

To the dungeon, on bread and
water.

I could take it down stone by stone,
but I hate to spoil the beauty.

The day will come
when you bow down to me.

Come on, lead me,
fat-bellied plotters.

It's not Muromets you're insulting,

you're knocking the sword out
of Rus's hands!

We vow that we'd never come
to Prince Vladimir again.

We are leaving Kiev!

It's not a wise thing you're doing,
Prince.

You should set Ilya at liberty
and reward him with a village.

He's done so much good for Rus!

Feed Ilya to his heart's content.
He will repent.

This boor thinks he's higher than
the Kievan Prince.

Feed him well all the same,
to his heart's content!

Feed him well all the same,
to his heart's content!

I never fed him,
and I'm not going to.

He must be now dead of hunger.

O Father Dnieper, deliver
my message by Peroun's Day

to the Tugars

at the Big Kosozh Rapids.

Who's playing tricks over there?

God strike you dead!

I had set a trap for a marten,

and I've caught a boyar's pants.

This is the key I forged myself.

Is a wicked Tugar plotting
some evil?

Then we shall help him!

Sail wherever you want,
even beyond the seven seas!

A great fortune came to us,
Tsar Kalin!

I heard from the traveling merchants:

Vladimir has thrown Ilya Muromets
into a dark dungeon.

And all his warriors have left
for home.

I'm going to attack Rus! I'll wipe
Kiev off the face of the earth!

Saddle your horses!

Here it is, from the Kosozh Rapids.

The boyar kept his word. He sent us
a message on Peroun's Day.

Give me the message!

Oh, my Lord Bakhmut!

Interpret it, Nevryui!

It means that Kiev is bowing down
to Kalin.

This is a sign of the might
of the invincible Kalin.

These are two trumpets, heavenly
and earthly, glorifying Kalin!

These are two roads that will
lead the fearless Kalin to Kiev!

Azvyak-murza has bespoken
the truth!

Kiev has opened its gates to
Tsar Kalin.

Hark ye!
Kiev has opened its gates for me.

I'm not going on Rus!
Unsaddle your horses!

Only two years old,
but you're stout as an oak.

Grow up, my dear son,
to be as strong as your father.

My darling Little Falcon,

when you grow up,
treasure your father's gift.

Go and play.

Will you love me, fair maiden?

I will take you as my wife.

Don't take me by my hands!

Don't kiss me on my lips, Kalin!
You're no match for my loved one!

Even kings speak to me
lying down at my feet.

You'd better throw me to the beasts!
I hate you!

I'm going to slay you!

You Russian wolf-cub!

I'll raise you as my jouster
to fight against Kiev.

You're only ten years of age,
Little Falcon,

but you're as strong
as a twenty-year-old.

Come on, measure swords with
our first-jouster Telebuga.

Show to him, my adopted son,
how you handle your lance.

I wish my eyes were not seeing,
my ears were not hearing.

Telebuga, go to the dungeon
and guard the prisoners.

Here, Little Falcon, receive
the hat of the first-jouster.

My time is come!

Summon the forty princes.
I'm going against Kiev!

Give me that sharp spear,

and I will pierce Little Falcon's
heart with it!

So there will be no ill fame of him
in Rus.

On to Kiev!

Give us, Prince, seven carts
of gold!

Or we'll take you as a pawn!

Tsar Kalin gives you three hours
to collect it.

Otherwise, we're going to make
pipes out of your bones!

As for Apraksya, we'll take her
to Kalin for his pleasure.

What you have demanded

will be given to you by Kiev
in three days exactly!

Bring the tribute to the Puchai
River.

Who will you send as a jouster?
Make your choice!

Right was Muromets. When it comes
to feasting there're people galore,

but there's no one to defend Rus.

If we had Ilya, we wouldn't have
to fear the cursed Kalin.

Today I'll go myself and bow down
to Muromets!

He might not be alive any longer.
He refused any food or drink.

Why didn't you tell me?
Open up the dungeon!

Wait, Bright Sun,
I'll go fetch the key.

Isn't that the key? I forged it
for the dungeon long ago.

Show the way!

You viper,
you made him die of hunger!

- The hero is alive!
- Ilya is alive!

I told you I gave him food and
drink.

He's lying, Prince.
He's covertly betraying Kiev.

That's what I wanted to tell you,
but you put me in the dark dungeon.

Believe him not. Without bread and
water, he'd have long ago been dead.

It was Vassilisa who delivered me
of death by hunger.

What a marvelous miracle!

Forgive me, I'm to blame.

- Stand up, Ilya, against Kalin.
- I don't feel like it.

Ilya Ivanovich, a great calamity
befell us!

- Try to do your best, Ilya!
- Let bygones be bygones.

Not for the sake of Prince Vladimir
or Princess Apraksya,

but for the sake of our holy
Mother Rus,

I'll do my best, even though
I've been hurt!

I'm giving to Ilya Ivanovich
gold armor,

and to Mishatychka a cauldron
of tar!

Ilya Ivanovich, what would be
wise for us to do now?

Since there's nothing left for us
to do now, Prince...

Assemble all Russian warriors
to the last one.

In three days I'll raise to battle
the whole Rus.

A heavy price we paid
for the seventh frontier.

Although the Prince did us harm,
we had not let the pagans through.

- Now we have to help Kiev!
- I will not go to Kiev.

Don't bear grudge forever.
The Prince has got troubles enough.

You want to bring us to the Prince
as you had already brought Ilya...

Shout not at me!

Without Ilya,
my life isn't worth living.

What are you warring about?

Is the earth too small for you two?

Let's hasten to help Muromets.
He is alive and well.

- What a joy it is!
- What a happiness!

Wherever Ilya is, we'll be there!
We're turning back!

Those three days have passed.

The pagans are at Kiev,
but our host is nowhere to be seen.

Let me go to this dog Kalin
and bargain for three more days.

Pour gold and silver in new sacks

and load them in gilded carriages.

Heed the gray-headed man, Prince.

You better load torn sacks
in old carriages.

I'll take with me just three bowls
of rich gifts.

After every ten steps,
drop a pearl.

After every hundred steps,
a silver coin.

After every thousand,
a gold coin.

There is no richer city than Kiev.

Each of you will bring a trunkful
of silver, or a trunkful of gold.

May it come true!

Tsar Kalin, we came to you
from Prince Vladimir.

We've brought you tributes and
dues.

- Ah, you got scared and submitted.
- Please accept our rich presents.

The first row is red gold,
the second - pure silver,

the third - large pearls.
Accept the gifts.

Pour the gold into my skins.

Tsar Kalin, be not wroth,
but hear us out.

Prince Vladimir was in great grief.

He piled the gifts onto the old carts,

put them into the holed sacks.

I fear, everything spilled out
on the way.

Will you gather it yourself
or send my men to do it?

I'm afraid mine will hide gold
behind their cheek.

Search all the roads,
collect all the money!

All the way up to Kiev's gates.

If they don't get it, ambassador,
beware:

I'll have you impaled.

Send as many men as possible,

or they won't make it by dusk.

Have you picked up everything?

We've been searching all day
and never saw a single ruble!

Put the ambassador at the stake.

Hold your wrath, you'll have
enough time to honor the ambassador.

But first, accept Kiev's gifts.

Everyone who was stealing from me
will be slain on the spot.

Hangmen, come here!

Lay out Kiev's gifts
before my eyes!

It's better the owl it had
than for me to part with my head.

Come on, don't be miserly.
Kiev will repay it a hundredfold.

Pour the gold down at my feet.

You see, Tsar Kalin,
how much gold there is.

Not enough.

Bring me for my pleasure
Ilya Muromets himself.

Then I'll retreat from Kiev.

I obey you, Kalin Katobrulyevich.

On the first day,
find Ilya in the dungeon.

On the second day,
deliver Ilya alive to Kalin.

And tell the Prince
not to be too slow in his doings.

We've covered all roads
and we couldn't find Muromets.

You're a liar, ambassador.
Bring the stake!

I'm betting my head
that I'll deliver Muromets to you.

If I had Muromets neat,
From Kiev I would retreat.

Here I am, Ilya Muromets.
Retreat from Kiev.

In Rus, a promise is worth more
than gold.

For your insult
I should have burned you.

But for your courage,
I'm going to pardon you.

And for my favors,
you're going to serve me.

That will never happen,
you hawk of Cheburkul.

A Russian hero never betrays
his homeland!

Go away from Kiev, vile dog!

Put him in the halter!

Burn the recalcitrant alive!

Drag him up to my feet.
I'll pull his arms out of joints.

Those arms will knock the hell
out of you!

Catch him! Take him alive!

Tsar Kalin,

the forty princes
refused to go against Kiev.

Then you shall go as a joust
against Kiev!

Thank you, Ilya Ivanovich,
for your great knightly service.

It was not in vain that you went
to Kalin. Look!

Fine lads! Voice and hair
neat and fair!

The land of Rus has no want of
heroes!

This Kalin dog will be routed
at Kiev.

Hurrah for Ilya Muromets!

O the open field,
wilt thou send me a combatant?

Just as easily as I handle
my sharp saber,

so I shall handle Ilya Muromets.

I'll kill him like a gadfly!

Come out, wicked braggart,
for an honest battle!

You're too old to be my combatant,
you're no match for me.

You pluck the bird
before you have caught it.

For these words, I will have
no mercy even for an old man!

We take no pride in hitting
a man when he's down!

Stand up, young man.

Oh, my dear... It is no way
I wanted to meet you.

Wilt thou kill me or not? I would
not have had any mercy for you.

Don't get hot in the head,
unbroken-in steed.

Tell me thy name?
Who are your mother and father?

I do not know my mother,
and my name is the son of Kalin!

I am your real father!

Does he boast of what really was
or what wasn't?

That's forsooth so, son,
the real truth.

There, you're wearing my ring
on your finger.

Like in some dream I'm seeing
my mother.

O Father!
Forgive my sin!

I'm won't to serve Kiev faithfully
and truly!

Nay, son, you must go back.
First, you have to find your mother.

She has a mole on her right cheek

and a missing toe on her left foot.

Strike me a good blow, father.
Let's outwit the sly Kalin!

Go away, Kalin-dog! We have
overpowered your jouster!

Slay every living soul in Kiev!

No mercy for the old and young!

Dobrynia, you will ride
on my right.

You, Alyosha,
on my left.

I will go in the middle.

And the Prince with his host
will keep to the side,

for us to have strength in reserve.

Better to have one's arm dislocated
than the pagans in Kiev located.

Sartak-murza, keep hopping on
and stop your groan!

Wait, Telebuga,
I was ordered to replace you.

I aroused Kalin's wrath
and fell into disgrace.

There, take it!

You will never see the hat of
the first-jouster again.

- Give me the keys.
- Here!

Fear not, good folk.

Go home, and those who have
the strength, go beat Kalin.

Mother!

Mother!

Art thou my mother?

Does anyone know my mother?

She has a mole on her right cheek.

And a missing toe on her left foot.

Oh, my dear mother!

Please, forgive me. I'm not
to blame. Don't send me away.

Father sends you his kind
regards.

Oh, my darling son!

Set sail! Crush the pagans!

Make me a mound!

Cowardly jackals!

I want to see for myself
how much strength has Kiev left.

The mound! The mound!

Come to me, my murzas!

I'll show
you where Vladimir is hiding.

As you sow, so shall you reap.

Set Gorynich the Serpent at large!

Burn Kiev down to smoke and ashes!

He flew to Kiev, the damn monster!

Hasten, Little Falcon,
help your father!

- How wilt thou fare, Mother?
- I can manage myself.

The beast may plunder and rape,
but the spear it won't escape!

Look, we did hit him!

We'll skin Vladimir alive!

And pare Muromets with a jack-plane!

It's not for us to back away!
Rout the damned monster!

Go hence, snake!
It's so hot that you can bake pies!

If we can't take you by strength,
we'll take you by pressure!

Look, Gorynich,
your feet are on fire!

Father! Together, we'll beat
the cursed Serpent!

That's my hero, my son!

Make the monster turn tail!

Give me water!

Come on, my sword, bend not,
blunt not, go hew Gorynich!

You, my brave warriors,
hurry up, swoop on!

O almighty Bakhmut!
Help Kalin!

Slay them all!

I shall never go on Kiev again.

Leave me a few Tugars,
just for seeds!

Hasten not, hero! Kalin must be
tried by all the people.

He is to be taken to Kiev alive!

And lest he flee, put him in a sack.

That's your day of glory!

Ilyushenka!

Vassilisa!
My darling dove!

To honor you, Ilya,
I'm inviting all to a feast.

Abide henceforth in my palace.
I'll name you a prince or a boyar.

Nay, I will not abide in your
palace.

I will not heed the fat-bellied
boyars.

But allow me to take into my
host a good youth.

He is my own son, Little Falcon!

Take him in! Our frontiers
will be stronger than ever before!

Disgrace not, my son,
the hero's sword!

Never shall I put to shame
the hero's sword!

- Glory to Ilya Muromets!
- Glory!

The cursed pagans did not succeed
in subduing the famous city of Kiev!

The Russian people have
delivered the land of Rus.

THE END

Restoration Producer Karen SHAKHNAZAROV

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