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SUPPORTED BY THE MINISTRY OF CULTURE OF THE RUSSIAN FEDERATION

RUSSIA 1

It's more difficult to manage the household now: new materials, tools, equipment,

crop varieties, breeds of livestock.

The nobles spread themselves thin between their service and property management.

- Nikita Ivanovich. - Your Majesty.

This is how a serf thinks:

my master makes me work, however he himself has to serve the state,

we plow, he works hard as well,

and in case of war he is the first to put himself under fire.

You suggest releasing the nobles from compulsory military service.

But this implies necessity to release the serfs as well, otherwise we'll face revolts.

The southern fertile lands and new vegetables will allow us to abolish serfdom.

And to give the nobles an option to choose.

If you serve, serve till you can put one foot in front of another,

if you wish to manage your household, do it, working every single day!

Russia will split into pieces, and we won't be able to put it together.

Believe me, a son of a bonded heater, who spent his childhood barefooted.

And nowadays everyone in Russia has a chance to change their destiny.

Your Majesty, don't break stable things.

When a child I also used to ran barefooted.

But the talk is neither about us,

nor about those who were lucky to have been separated by God from the crowd.

Adam Vasilievich, who is playing the violin?

We are discussing important issues!

- Let me find it out. - No, no, you needn't,

it's the tutor of Pavel Pertovich, they are having their music lesson.

What for?

Why not, if he wishes. If he doesn't, don't press him.

I, I've never noticed him to be interested in music-making.

In my childhood they decided to teach me playing the harpsichord.

Really?

I tore off the ivory from the keys and took them to the flea market...

Peter's March. Why?

...the tatter deceived me, did not give any money and gave me a black eye.

Father learnt about it, but did not lash me — he made me take fisticuffs lessons.

Doesn't the tutor know any other melodies?

My fists have saved me a lot.

Bravo!

Voila!

You're making progress.

I'm as happy as a boy!

It's not good to play toy soldiers at your age.

Please excuse me, your Majesty.

Pavel Petrovich is studying the battle of Zorndorf.

Frederick II personally commanded the forces,

but he had twice less weapons and soldiers,

the Russians fought greenly and didn't achieve lasting victory.

The Russians won, Frederick II fled.

It's Count Orlov, who is a real hero of Zorndorf.

He was badly wounded three times, but stayed on the battle field

and kept on fighting his enemies.

After the battle Frederick II said:

the Russians were very staunch,

it was not enough to kill them, it was necessary to knock them down.

I want to be like Frederick the Great, not Count Orlov.

Because Frederick is the King of Prussia, meanwhile Count Orlov is your minion.

Bring me something cold.

- Would you like some orangeade, Your Excellency? - Yes.

Shall I open the window, Your Excellency, you look sick.

Will you stand by your word, Englishman?!

Maybe fistfight, eh?

And you'll see who is ill!

Well, well, I see, you are well, I was wrong, please excuse me.

Hand it to me.

Your Excellency, what shall I tell the Empress when she asks about you?

Today's register.

Here it is, Your Majesty.

There is no music lesson in the schedule.

But it is not a lesson. It is a break.

You are having a rest? In a stuffy room, when it is summer outside?

Your Majesty, Pavel Petrovich is sick.

Your Majesty, I am holding my father's violin. He was the best violinist in Russia.

I asked Semyon Andreevich to teach me, and I succeed.

You're fired.

Your Majesty... but.

- Please, you'll talk it over afterwards. - Mother, you can't do this.

Semyon Andreevich.

You can't do this.

Frederick II is not a good role model.

He succeeded neither in art of war, nor in his family life.

He did not win a single war.

And did not enter his wife's bedroom for thirty years.

Actually, no, once he liked a woman.

An Italian dancer.

And only for her hairy muscular legs!

Frederick II became the Great only two years after he was crowned.

And it is already six years you have been an Empress, and you are still Ekaterina II, after Ekaterina I,

who did nothing in her life, just appeared and vanished into thin air!

Your Mightiness, that's not like you, don't say another word!

Look into my eyes. You are ashamed, aren't you?

You want to ask for forgiveness, don't you?

No! I don't want to!

And don't come to me without arranging an appointment.

If the appointment is on Tuesday, let it be on Tuesday.

Now I see why father didn't love you. Look at this!

I'll become a Russian Emperor and my first order will be to raise a monument.

On the bank of the Neva River.

Father will be on a high granite rock, as he was taller than the others.

The horse has kicked over the traces, as vipers did not let him live his life.

And he will be smiling, as he was merry and kind.

Pyotr Fyodorovich was neither kind nor merry.

Take him to Rogerson and cure him!

With salt, pepper or even with castor oil!

It is your fault that Pavel has taken after Pyotr Fyodorovich.

This is the worst thing that could have happened.

Where is the portrait from? Who brought it?

Maybe, Count Betskoy...

I think he found it the summer palace while looking for drawings,

ordered to hang it on the wall, no one else could have done it.

- What's the age? - Looks like 26-28.

I mean another thing.

Judging by the painting, the portrait is old.

You brought the portrait and ordered to hang it above His Highness' table.

At the request of His Highness.

There has never been any portrait of Pyotr Fyodorovich,

you know why, and you deliberately...

I never thought about it.

Stop ducking, Semyon Andreevich.

Your tone can be considered to be offensive.

Who found the portrait? Betskoy?

No, Pavel Petrovich.

Who helped him?

I'm not exactly sure what you mean.

- Who helped him to find the portrait? - Nobody. It was a coincidence.

We went there for the drawings, and it turned up.

Shame on you.

How can you, a tutor of Russian philology, use incorrect phrases?

Do you mean that the portrait found itself?

Betskoy might have slipped it in to Pavel Petrovich so as you did not see it...

I won't speak anymore! Take me to the fortress and torture me, if you wish.

You don't deserve the honor, Sir Tutor. Leave the Palace, right now.

Can I take my things?

Wait at the exit. Show him out!

You were kind, I remember it.

Excuse me, I was not able to advocate you.

My tutor's been fired, they are going to take you away. Good bye, Pyotr Fyodorovich.

- Wait, wait! - Yes, Your Highness.

Tell me, do I look like my father?

- I would have no way of knowing. - Well.

Why have you bent double, what are you doing?

Nikita Ivanovich, please say, do I look like my father?

What a question, of course, you look like the Emperor Pyotr Fyodorovich.

You look like your father like nobody else.

And everyone will tell you the same Unbend and bear out.

- That's right, Your Highness. - What did I tell you!

The painter might have distorted

my father's image due to lack of skill, zeal or even on purpose.

No, I remember Pyotr Fyodorovich.

The portrait is good, truthful. Take it out! Hurry up.

Well, what can we do?

What are you looking for?

The violin, I've been ordered to take it away.

- Semyon Andreevich. - Your Highness.

- Semyon Andreevich, let's go. - Where?

To the bride. To propose. Have you got the ring on you?

Ring.

I'm in civilian clothes. I feel a little uncomfortable...

Nonsense, you've been talking to the Empress.

We haven't made an appointment. They won't accept us.

Do you think Count Sheremetyev doesn't remember you?

I can't say for sure, Pavel Petrovich.

What about me?

Of course, he will accept you.

Don't be shy, Semyon Andreevich.

Wait, wait, wait!

Your Highness.

Why don't you go back to the Palace?

Let me go where I want.

Semyon Andreevich, get out.

Stay.

Pavel Petrovich was rude to the Empress,

isn't that enough for you? Don't you understand what it can lead to?

Count Orlov intends to become an Emperor.

His son is moving to the Palace.

The rightful heir has already been pushed back!

And I have to explain you these obvious things in his presence.

And, second, Count Sheremetyev will not accept you.

Anna Petrovna has been announced a bride and dismissed as lady-in-waiting.

I proposed to her and succeeded.

Her Majesty wishes to be present at the marriage ceremony.

So the game is over.

Good bye, Pavel Petrovich.

Thank you for everything.

Wait a minute.

Take off!

I am sorry you were present during this conversation.

Is it true about Count Orlov?

Trust me, I do my best to make you the only heir.

And to make you the following Emperor, you, Pavel I.

I hope you understand how important it is for Russia.

Stop doing stupid things, think!

Ask her Majesty for forgiveness, it won't hurt your tongue.

I think you have already made up your mind about Count Panin.

I want to dismiss him.

I do not mind saying that I don't like that man, but we need him.

He offered to make Pyotr Petrovich Emperor. He's dangerous.

He seems to be plotting a conspiracy.

He is Count Orlov's enemy, he is against your wedding,

speaks against your reforms.

But let's provide a different perspective.

He puts on hold Grigory Grigoryevich's ambition...

He's a gambler, you know. He is in debt.

Gambler is a head of foreign policy.

He has a lot of contacts throughout, he knows all the ambassadors,

He corresponds with the Prussia's Chancellor.

He kept Russia from many misunderstandings and trouble.

Yes, he is a player.

He is a player by his character. He has no boundaries.

If it were up to me, I would never lose a chance to kill him in a duel.

- But now he does more good than harm. - Look.

The horseman is looking into the distance. His look is confident and unfaltering.

The horse has balked, but a minute later it is going to kill the snake with its hooves.

It's Peter. Peter the Great.

I want a statue on a huge solid rock.

The idea is inspiring.

This is how the first monument in the Peter's city must look.

But it's not an urgent matter,

and by the grace of God we'll unveil the monument in a couple of years.

And now we are in great need of new orders.

You can see changes in Russia, in people.

This year is crucial.

Russia is not going to rest any more. It's time for heroes.

It won't do.

Give me the tricolor, with the colors of the merchant flag.

Grigory Alexandrovich, shall we leave it as it is?

We'd rather add some goldenrod.

You're right. Do it in goldenrod number 9, Maester Grot.

It's been done.

Grigory Alexandrovich, let's exchange our ribbons.

There is not much difference between ribbons for men and women.

You may like the women's' colors.

I see you benefit the presence Potemkin of my lady in waiting.

Your Majesty, we're also trying on women's ribbons today,

so Sofya Stepanovna kindly Sofya and Potemkin agreed to assist us.

Lent him my shoulder.

A new ribbon?

Goldenrod as a symbol of fire and life.

Black as a symbol of powder Ribbon and death.

I want the new ribbon to be given together with the order for military virtue.

Order of Saint George - the patron saint of soldiers.

Make three golden lines on black

or three Ribbons black lines on gold...

We'll change the color.

The three black lines can be explained as the three deaths of Saint George.

The two golden lines as his two wonderful raisings, that put to shame his executors.

- Grigory Grigoryevich... - Your Majesty.

Do you approve of it?

Since I am the first to get the order I have the final word.

I offer gold on light blue.

Sky blue will stand for purity, devotion and faultlessness.

Gold is humility, mercy and fairness.

Which option do you like, Grigory Alexandrovich?

Yours, Your Majesty. The color of fire and powder. Colors of Victory.

So we will award the Order of St. George to the winners.

I didn't expect this from you, lieutenant, how quickly you've taken to your new role.

Refused to go to St. Petersburg. I told him to go, get a position at Court.

He said like I want to be on the frontline, I dream of military honor!

Who should you thank for it, Lieutenant?

You, Your Excellency.

We've chosen the ribbon.

Now let's consider the order.

The shape must be simple, a square or a rhombus.

I'd prefer a rhombus and this blaze of glory.

No diamonds - rays, yes, a lot of rays

and an inscription “For Service and Bravery”.

Gentlemen, Grigory Grigoryevich.

Valterús commission writes that thinkers in France are unanimous.

They guess, that serfdom is less effective than any other.

The economic arrangement, Your Majesty, is possible in Europe, but in Russia

the agriculture without serfdom is unprofitable.

To the beginning of planting Count Orlov is authorized to hand out

to peasants without fee up to thousand hectares of land.

Who will want to develop new lands and pay the taxes to the coffers?

Peasants will be able to earn for theirs ransom.

Funny. We have a very poor lands, not fertile.

As for weather, you can see it by yourself. Rubbish.

This one was grown in the greenhouse.

And I will make the southern lands the Breadbasket of Russia.

I will oblige the landowners to plant American vegetables,

the earthen apple, earthen pear, indian carrot.

And potatoes?

This is more nourishing and more plenteous than bread and porridge.

How we can eat it, if it is smells like the pharmacy? Smell it!

May I doubt, Your Majesty.

A reasonable landowner wonút plow on the wild field.

The landers there are rich, but there are no raids from outsiders.

And protection. There are nobody live for many years.

Your Majesty.

People used to eat the beet and turnip. The hole life these on the table.

Frenchman eats frogs, Englishman porcupines,

but for Russian man will be better to die from hunger, but he wouldnút eat frogs!

People used to the old fashioned way. Cabbage soup and porridge are our food.

I wonút to eat potatoes.

Your Majesty, they also cook kakorky, they are like pies with turnip.

Kakorky. So, you will cook kakorky with earthen apple.

Your Majesty, turnip is boiled, is fried, baked, soared. From the beets cook soup.

Did everybody speak out?

We have to do something. Two years in row are lean.

- If will be third? - Fekla.

Take the vegetables and put in kitchen. Say to cook them.

Gentlemen, I invite you for dinner!

How are earthen apples?

Stepan Ivanovich you banned me to try. Tell me about everything: about satiety, taste.

Bitter.

Bitter?

But the bitterness is piquant.

I didnút think so.

Not salty.

Fekla!

Your Majesty, in the villages in a hungry year.

Not only this things are eaten earthen apples are not so bad,

nourishing and indian carrot is disgusting but also is not a poison.

Ivan Perfilúevich eat soft stones

I canút Your Majesty.

Are not you a mason?

Mason.

So eat. Iúve heard that you have tin stomach.

You eat newborns and drink the wine from wolfús blood.

Eat.

You are weak-willed person Ivan Perfilúevich.

Count Orlov will eat everything that Empress will order to him.

This is true.

Grigory Grigorievich will eat the stone from the street

if Her Majesty will ask.

Oh, my God, Iúm sorry for potatoes.

- Iúll try the fork in potatoes. - No!

Iúm sorry, Your Majesty.

Gentlemen, I spent a lot of money and I wonút recede.

We will send the tubers to commercial landowners and will be waiting for the crop.

I have never had such a treasure!

Frederica, my kind and gallant.

But for my aunt, everything would have been in a different way...

Pavel Petrovich is taking after Pyotr Fyodorovich.

The same smile, and he is rude to me just like him.

Pavel really looks like Pyotr Fyodorovich, looks a lot like him.

But I've seen Count Saltykov's portrait, so he looks like him, too.

Count Saltykov doesn't have any children, at least within marriage.

He's been married for fifteen years.

Elizaveta Petrovna made him marry her lady in waiting.

He was having a honeymoon, when she drove me right into his arms.

Two honeymoons at once?

How did he manage?

He was restless.

I am sure, this lovesick man has gained a lot of hearts.

Find out if he has got any children with his mistresses.

I'll give this task to Sheshkovsky.

Let him ask relatives about Count Saltikov's children out of the wedlock.

Your Majesty.

Janer Pasha, an Ottoman ambassador, has arrived in St. Petersburg.

Look, what a beauty! A pretty horse.

What's there in the box?

A powder box with emerald, inside there is Indian powder for the Empress.

Shall I open it?

Open.

Tighten the reins.

Please excuse me.

Examine the reins. And order to hold it tighter. Savely!

Pavel Petrovich is very ill, Your Majesty.

Isn't he pretending?

I think everything is serious, Rogerson let blood.

Rogerson is constantly offering me to let blood.

The Empire is worth nothing when the Crown Prince is weak in body and spirit.

Replace all his lessons by fencing, fishing, sailing and horse breaking.

We've already done it, Your Majesty, no philology, mathematics...

Classes in the open air, exercises.

And fresh air.

I dream you become Emperor.

I wish we were equal.

I dream of it, too.

Dream of sitting at the right or the left hand?

They are both wonderful, Your Majesty.

What a wonderful horse, a perfect creation. True words.

Yes, a King and a God of horses.

Truer words were never spoken. King and God of horses.

Ambassador of the Ottoman State, Janer Pasha.

I am delighted to welcome the ambassador Devlet-i Aliyye-i Osmaniyye.

Your Imperial Majesty wished to speak the language of His Highness Sultan Mustafa.

Your Imperial Majesty,

please be so kind as to accept the gifts of his Highness Sultan

as a sign of respect, affection and everlasting friendship.

Gifts the Lord has granted us a mighty neighbor - the Great Ottoman State.

Russia is filled with humbleness and respect and dreams of friendship.

Let me ask you a question.

How does the Crown Prince feel?

Sultan Mustafa offers prayers for the health

and prosperity of the Romanovs' noble family.

The Romanovs dynasty has become stronger.

Strong power makes Russia rich and prosperous.

We have stretched our borders to the Amur River in the East,

and have joined Kamchatka and Alaska, our southern neighbor is Persia.

Many peoples in the periphery of our great Empire ask us to join them

and secure their protection.

And Russia answers their calls to the best of its ability.

Please convey my compliments to Sultan Mustafa.

But today Russia will not accept his gifts.

What does it mean, Your Imperial Majesty?

It means that the truth has come out.

Blood. Whose blood is this?

The one's whom the tamga belongs to.

Russia makes suit to the Ottoman State

to protect its own ring land and sea borders.

There are all the peculiarities in the scroll.

Yes.

Nikita Ivanovich, I need your assistance.

If the Empress does not accept the gifts Sultan Mustafa will get insulted.

It will provoke a war.

Well, it's a trifling cause.

It's offensive to a Turk.

It's not only Sultan who decides on war and peace.

Who else then?

Janer Effendi.

I think I can talk the Empress into accepting your gifts.

But you must do me a favor, too.

I'll do my best, with great pleasure.

Chief vizier has a great influence on Sultan.

I suppose to give him a considerable sum

as a sign of our gratitude for promoting Russia's interests.

Chief vizier is the second person in the state.

The sum he can ask will be at least one million in gold.

No. He takes only a hundred thousand for that service.

Do you mean the Chief vizier Suleiman?

Hmm, you are wise.

I'll give Suleiman Pasha one thousand.

I never doubted you.

It's just the thing, my brother!

The bay horse will start a new horse breed.

What do you mean?

Next time ask the Empress for a horse instead of an order.

You know that she didn't accept the gifts.

- Speak her into taking the bay horse. - It's not that easy. It's politics, brother.

I'll talk to her myself, arrange an audience.

I won't.

Please. I don't often ask you for anything.

She is busy, I myself will only see her at the ball.

Damn, not a horse!

Your Majesty.

Count Panin is here with an urgent message.

Call him in.

Your Majesty, I had a talk with pasha Janer, he is extremely aggrieved.

It is going to be a mortal offence for the Sultan.

The decision has been made, Nikita Ivanovich.

But this can result in war.

Making rigid demands is a sign of strength.

Accepting gifts after raids and destruction

of Russian villages and cities is a sign of weakness.

Power is respected, the weaks are usually beaten and robbed.

Well, Your Majesty, you actually convinced me.

While Janer Pasha is here I must give him the gold to deliver.

Given the circumstances Janer Pasha can't be trusted.

He mustn't know about the bribery.

I'm dispatching a mission to Constantinople for negotiations with the Sultane.

Count Obreskov will personally give the money to the Chief vizier.

I have set aside a million for the bribery.

Yes, but Count Obreskov runs a risk. Great risk.

What's the risk for a statesman?

He's an Ambassador, and he is backed by Russia!

Sultan Mustafa is a reasonable ruler.

Austria and France are his allies, England and Prussia and negotiating with him.

We will talk, too.

Your Majesty. Painter Rokotov has come.

Excuse me.

Your Majesty.

Listen to me.

I know what you are going to ask me for, I won't accept the horse.

We must either take all the gifts, or reject them all.

Your Majesty, our days will pass and our deeds and names will be forgotten,

but the Russians will ride Orlov Trotters even three hundred years later.

Offer the Ambassador to sell it.

I can allot some money. Be careful.

Alyoshka, your son. Alexei Grigorievich.

Your Majesty, please excuse me!

Nice.

You can't address Her Majesty with such trifles,

you made a fool of me!

When you become an Emperor shall I be able to approach you without ceremony?

And is it a trifle?

It's an issue of Orlov Trotter's future!

If the Turk refuses I will add my hundred thousand.

If he refuses flatly, I will steal it.

The bay horse will stay in Russia.

Well... excuse me.

- Is your Alyoshka named a crown prince? - I don't understand much about it.

The portrait is hanging among the emperors' pictures.

I have a terrible headache, brother.

You've talked to Alexei. Tell me about him.

I didn't talk, I worked.

The painter's work is difficult, you get so tired that can't even chat.

Alyosha is an ideal child at the portrait:

clever and sharp look, kind smile.

It's not my style to gloss over anything, I've painted him as he is.

I like the portrait, I'll pay you a thousand rubles instead of the fifty.

I work for fifty, it is all the same to me whose portrait I paint, his or...

Yes, I remember, you've become a painter by the Lord's will.

Adam Vasilievich, pay fifty rubles.

They think in Moscow, that you can become a regent.

Is it an option or an offer?

Vorontsov is sick, Ivan Shuvalov is in France and rejected the offer.

Really?

It's an offer.

If the Synod approves of the wedding, we'll have to act decisively.

Are you ready to act?

Yes, but only after the Synod approves of it.

And if a war breaks out?

I insist on your answer.

Don't hurry, the war hasn't broken out yet. It can be still prevented.

Well, but this way we won't reach a general agreement.

His Excellency Count Orlov is treating!

Parisian Punch, Sirs!

Brother...

No word about your horse. I've had enough of it!

Is it true that the Gypsies are the best horse-stealers,

and if they liked a horse, nothing will stop them?

It's a pack of lies, Your Excellency.

Gypsies are honest.

We don't take others belongings, and never take horses.

Then bring me the most honest Gypsy.

The Turkish Ambassador has brought a horse.

A three-year-old bay horse, pure-blood, each eye is half my fist,

thin eyelid skin - it's perfect.

Where can I see it?

I don't know. But I need the horse. I will pay five hundred rubles for it.

It's big money, Your Excellency.

I would be happy to help you, but I do not break laws, I just pluck a guitar.

Agree, one thousand.

As promised, Effendi, her Imperial Majesty agreed to accept your gifts,

but she does not want to repeat the ceremony.

How shall I know that the Empress has received the gifts?

Hope you'll take my word for it.

Yes.

So I give you my word that tomorrow Her Majesty will have the gifts.

She will ride the racehorse, fan herself and, what else was there?

A powder box with emerald.

Yes, she will powder her face.

The price for your word is the peace between our states.

Of course. You know how I appreciate our trust-based relations, Effendi.

I hardly managed to keep the hundred thousand in your pocket.

The money has already been allocated,

and our Ambassador, Count Obreskov, will give it to Chief vizier.

Thank you, Nikita Ivanovich.

I owe you.

Tamga, given by the Empress with the scroll,

belongs to Bey Iskander.

The handwriting on the map, too.

What's happened to him?

There was a battle with the Crimeans.

Both the tamga and the map were found on the battle field.

Isn't Bey Iskander in captivity?

As far as I know nobody was captured.

He had a sabre.

An extraordinary one, with two blades, that sabre is of great importance for Muslims.

I know, I've seen it.

I am ready to give any money for it.

I see, I'll try to find out, but I won't promise anything.

My boy, Bey, my Iskander.

Take the horse and the Ottoman gifts to my place till the morning.

We can't take the bay horse to our stable.

Our mares are in season, it is young and frisky, will harm himself in the stall,

will bite the wood, break its teeth, God forbid that!

Really? Try to look after it for a day, and at night send it to Borisovo.

Only in a covered cart, covered, so as not a single soul could see it.

I'll do as you say, Your Excellency.

Godspeed.

My beauty!

It's mine, mine! As agreed.

Oh, thank you!

Fantastic!

Don't breathe down my neck, speak!

A letter from Her Majesty's Chancellery, Your Excellency.

Anna, come up to me.

Go get her!

Annushka, Her Majesty invites us to the ball!

I won't go.

It's not a printed letter, it's her handwriting, and you say you won't go?!

I don't want to see Count Panin there.

Soon you will see him as often as he wishes.

Father, please, think better of it. He is five years younger than you!

I agree, there are a little bit of slippages there.

But Count Panin is powerful, affluent.

He is the second person in Russia after the Empress.

He'll mark a place for himself in the history along with Menshikov, Kurakin...

Along with Biron, Lestocq

and other outstanding impudent fellows, vulgarians and baddies.

Women respect strength, fall in love with power. You'll fall in love, too.

Already you will see.

You are chief Chamberlain.

It is you, and not Count Panin, who could be the second person after the Empress.

But you don't burden yourself with service, live as you please.

Do I live as I please?

I have one hundred thousand serfs, the biggest household in Russia.

I manage it myself, going into all the details, if I miss anything.

I will go bankrupt.

Father!

But you are right, I have neither zeal, nor knack for service.

But I am good at keeping the household!

My table is full of papers every day.

I have to check every letter, every number.

Father!

And I can't commit a task to anybody.

They won't manage and what's worse, they will steal.

Please, I beg you, change your mind. I, I love you.

I love you, too.

Count Panin...

has sent you a gift for the day of the wedding announcement.

He is known to be quite stingy. Now let's do the following.

I will open this box, and if there is a trifle...

I promise - no wedding, OK?

It's surprising.

Well, Nikita Ivanovich, thank you, this sort of emerald.

It must cost... it is priceless.

I have always thought him to be greedy.

Like any penny pincher he is always in debt, always recovers his losses,

gains, asks for something, often acts meanly.

And now look, it appears to be different!

Please don't cry, Anechka.

He will not waste your dowry.

I will make him sign a stringent contract.

Look here, what if he has really fallen in love and is eager to have children,

and have a good family?

He is about to become a Chancellor.

Well, well, I won't speak any more.

Look, it won't open.

The lock is very smart.

Eastern work.

It's a powder box!

I shall go to the ball.

Her Majesty will help me, she was unhappy in her marriage, too.