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RUSSIA 1

I can't usher you in, Sofya Stepanovna.

I can't usher you in, Sofya Stepanovna. The Empress strictly forbade to.

The Empress strictly forbade to.

- Tell her it's very important. - I am very sorry.

It's really important!

Alexei Semyonovich, you may go.

Yes, My Lady.

Your Majesty. I broke up with Pavel Petrovich.

He accepted your conditions.

Is that all important news?

No. He has paternal feelings.

He made up the last name for our future child.

- The last name?

- Yes. The Great.

If it's a girl, she'll be Great.

Maybe you should call her Ekaterina, for fun's sake?

There would be two of us then.

Pavel Petrovich said he is the grand prince,

hence his child's last name should be The Great.

- I'm not against it. - Enough, Sofya Stepanovna.

Allow me to stay in the palace after the childbirth.

Allow me to stay in the palace after the childbirth.

You're not a lady-in-waiting anymore. You will leave.

And the child will remain with me.

- I can't live without my child. - You're dismissed.

'The Great'. As simple as that. People will get used to it.

Betskoy took it off my tongue,

while I was afraid to utter it lest he affront me.

And she said it without false shame.

'The Great', it crossed my mind, too,

but I thought she'd take it for a freemasons' name.

She said, freemasons eat children and she made me eat a tuft.

It's unthinkable what 'benefits' will fall on Betskoy now.

'Great'. is old as the world, and yet it's for one's lifetime.

Heed ye, people of all ranks and estate!

By the Grace of God, from Ekaterina The Great,

Empress and Autocrat of all the Russians, of Moscow, Kiev,

Vladimir, Novgorod, Tsarina of Kazan, Tsarina of Astrakhan,

Tsarina of Siberia and others, and others, and others.

Our Majestic persuasion did not prevent the treacherous invasion

by the Ottomans of our southern reaches.

Upon thorough consideration and seeing no other possibilities,

we demand do declare a war.

The army is ready to move out.

The question is when an order should be circulated.

Your Majesty, I would ask you to withhold it.

We can remain in the state of active defense for six months.

When the Turks advance, I will retaliate,

weaning them by ambushes and raids in the rear.

It would be expedient to take and hold Azov and Taganrog, though.

Come summer, we shall unfold a decisive offensive in the directions of the Crimea and Kuban.

In summer, the 1st Army will cross the Dniester.

In Moldavia, the Turkish troops are numbered 200 000 against our 50 000.

The Turks have twenty fortresses that we'll need to seize.

Impossible.

The Moldavian clergy is asking for our support.

Their people will raise against the Turks.

But Your Majesty is right.

It will be a hard expedition.

The Poles have ceded to the Turks Podole and Volyn.

We'll need to move some troops here, or else they will take Kiev.

Your Majesty, I'm asking you to send me to Poland.

I'm in good health and ready to war.

Grigory Grigoryevich, in Poland we have Suvorov.

His troops not very numbered, but I can't send more.

I won't interfere as long as he can cope.

I can't stay in Petersburg while others are fighting!

Gentlemen, I'm asking you to finish the war within two years.

Your Majesty, we are to carry out a very hard task.

We are to confound a million-strong Ottoman army and the world's strongest Navy!

If everything is well-organized in the rear

and our army is not in want of anything,

if Russian generals outshine the enemy in martial art,

even then it will take five years at the least to score a victory.

Five years?

That would be too long.

Russia entered this war with what we have and nothing more.

Your Majesty, maybe we should start negotiations about peace?

I'm against negotiations.

Any negotiations, without a decisive victory, would lead to Russia's defeat.

Any agreement is in effect as long as it brings advantage

and as long as the negotiating party is weaker than us.

Any objections to what Nikita Ivanovich said?

Gentlemen,

I lay trust with you.

We shall wage that war.

Khan Krym-Girei's cavalry undertook another raid on our southern provinces.

They burned down hundreds of houses, churches and mills,

they drove away thousands of men and women.

My only eye sees devastating losses.

We overtook the khan's rearguard.

We spared not our lives, but Krym-Girei had slipped away.

What a bitter feeling left after that battle.

The taste of powder and blood in my mouth,

my heart pounding and aching from disappointment.

And all of a sudden - your letter, its every word shining with hope.

Your lucid image is saving my soul from rage and anger so common for a warrior.

You write about war, yet in-between the lines it's all about love.

I remember the day when I first touched you.

Whether that growing feeling was to the good, was unbeknownst to me.

Such a sweet hope, with abated breath...

My dear friend, you won't have time to say it before me, for I will say it now...

No, Grigory Alexandrovich, we are not some young lovers, let us be in no hurry.

I confessed nothing, but I denied nothing as well.

The child's father was not Pyotr Fyodorovich but that Italian jester.

He died at the age of two, and the changeling was slipped in by maidservants.

That very impostor from Tobolsk?

No, this one is from Voronezh.

He is known to have committed a murder.

He hanged our spy.

Will you allow me to voice some observations?

You are welcome, Nikita Ivanovich.

Since the times of Peter the Great,

the Romanovs sepulcher has been in St. Peter and Pavel Cathedral.

Why was Peter III buried separately?

The populace finds a simple explanation to this.

It was not the Tsar that was buried, and the real Tsar is alive.

I suggest that Pyotr Fyodorovich be reinterred.

Oh, stop it. Seven years have passed.

Why disturb the remains?

Especially that they will wonder why, all of a sudden, we decided to do this.

They will think we got scared of our own act of cheating.

You're right.

It would be strange just to dig out the coffin and take it to the Cathedral.

That's why I suggest...

Speak up, don't try my patience.

Gentlemen, we must...

encrown the dead person.

You suggest to dig out the coffin and put a crown on his skull?

With all due ceremonies, gentlemen.

In front of a huge congregation of people.

Don't agree to this insanity, Your Majesty.

Our troops are getting ready to advance, preparing themselves for fierce battles.

While here at home it's all riots and all kind of impostors.

We should immediately appease our populace.

Your Majesty...

Get everything ready for the ceremony.

The remains will be put into a new coffin.

In Your Majesty's and Pavel Petrovich's presence.

There will be no one else.

No one else should see how the remains will be transferred to another place.

But why?

Your Highness, it will be quite a stressful procedure.

Of course, after this, everyone will talk about blasphemy,

about the defiling of the ashes and so on.

Pen-pushes will write all kind of nonsense, and no censors will be able to stop them.

I agree that during the ceremony people should remain somewhere behind the gates.

- I don't want to see all this. - But I want to see him!

No one said you can't.

That was why you were invited to the meeting.

Hear all the details of the ceremony.

Pray, listen to the end.

Pavel Petrovich's presence is to confirm

that it is Pyotr Fyodorovich's remains and no one else's.

After that, the archpriest will hold the requiem and laudation will be offered.

Pyotr Fyodorovich will be encrowned,

the new coffin will be covered with a shroud and carried,

with throngs of people present, along the Neva embankment.

It will be loaded aboard a ship and taken to St. Peter and Pavel Cathedral.

- Here are the shroud samples. - Any of them.

We shall serve the requiem after the ceremony.

And... it's really scary to encrown a skull.

Can't we just put the crown on the shroud?

It would be a wise decision.

If someone is interested to hear my opinion...

We are very interested, Ivan Ivanovich.

I would not disturb the remains.

I would not do anything of this.

The decision has already been taken.

Adam Vasilyevich, have the church lavishly adorned,

with music and presents for the believers.

And invite some people.

Two-three thousand of different estates.

Go ahead and do it.

Adam Vasilyevich, I have some ideas to propose.

Your Majesty...

Russian Navy ships have crossed La Manche.

Because of storms, the poor navigation and bad quality of ships, three of them sank,

one ran aground, two - lost their masts and returned to Petersburg,

and two ships disappeared without a trace.

The losses - 1700 sailors and officers who died or drowned or were found missing.

The losses - 1700 sailors and officers who died or drowned or were found missing. I expected a misfortune, but it's a real catastrophe!

I expected a misfortune, but it's a real catastrophe!

Who is their commander?

Count Alexei Orlov, the brother of the Empress Ekaterina's favorite.

Not even the favorite, but his brother.

What a loser.

What made Neptune so angry with the count?

The Russian fleet had never before sailed that far.

Then why did they poke their noses out of the Baltic?

This is a question to be cleared out.

I don't understand, can you explain?

Maybe you know something that I don't know?

What made the Russians think they have a fleet?

The Russians are always sure of their victory, Your Majesty,

even when they have not a single chance.

The Russians are not ready for a war, but the Turks are too boastful as well.

It is rather like a fight between a blind fool and a brainless paralytic!

Everything will be over by the winter.

The Russians and the Turks will kill each other,

and all the rest will die from black smallpox.

Everything will be over by winter.

Yaroslavl, Nizhni Novgorod, Vyshniy Volochok and so on.

All in all ten provinces are requesting we open bank offices there.

How many assignations are to be issued?

The worth of about 200 thousand robles for each gubernia, for starts.

Make up the list of priorities, and we'll think about it.

Yes, Your Majesty.

Your Majesty, excuse my coming unannounced.

We should call off the reburial ceremony.

Again? What happened?

I was in the Lavra today.

And I saw Pyotr Fyodorovich's grave.

A pitiful mound, a wooden cross, without any tombstone or fencing.

It will cause rumors about the mystery of his death.

You mean he was buried like a commoner?

I'm not surprised then there are so many impostors.

I wasn't at the funeral and knew nothing about it.

Who was in charge of the funeral?

Your Majesty, after...

After Pyotr Fyodorovich's sudden demise,

you personally ordained to bury him the soonest.

Yes, but I didn't ask you to earth him!

My Lady, to bury means 'to earth' literally.

But what was done - was done.

Give it out to the court musicians.

I want my father's music played during the ceremony.

I don't know if it's true or not...

Speak up.

I heard the valets whispering the ceremony had been canceled.

What?

Canceled?

What about mixing two English styles?

A landscape and an ancient garden.

A forest, so rich in all kind of flowers and plants,

giving home to vegetables, medicinal herbs and spicery.

A kitchen garden? I can see no harmony in this.

But I want an English garden.

I'm an Italian gardener but not a British one.

Your Imperial Majesty!

You have canceled the ceremony!

Why? And why am I the last one who learns about it?

First of all, mind your tone.

And, secondly, I'm not going to discuss my decisions with whomsoever.

I've been minding my tone all my life, but not anymore!

Why can't I bow to my father's grave in all my filial piety?

Why?

- Stop... - Stop...

What's wrong with your face, My Lady?

Was it how you were looking at Pyotr Fyodorovich

when conspiring with your lover how to take away first his crown, and then - his life?

Now you are no longer interested in your old lover,

and you will kill him, too, ruthlessly.

You ruthlessly take away people's lives, and their love, too.

Have you read the Divine Law?

Do you know anything about love to thy neighbor?

No, you don't.

Everything is superficial about you - your love and your righteousness.

That's why no one will cry when you die.

Pavel Petrovich.

Here I am standing before you.

Shoot.

Take Pavel Petrovich to his chambers.

And bring the doctor for him.

Your Majesty, this is un...

A reward for your silence and the rack for your gossip.

Why is my son hating me so much?!

Pavel Petrovich would not have fired, he came to his senses.

Came to his senses?

But the very idea of killing me!

At such an age, many of them hate their parents.

He is not one of many!

He is a heir to the throne!

And I'm not just his mother I'm his Empress!

I felt the smell of wine.

- Maybe he was drunken. - You think it can excuse him?

Who is going to receive the Russian Empire when I die?

This unbalanced, hysterical drunkard?

Pavel Petrovich did not exhibit any proclivity for wine.

We can attribute this incident to his exaltation of a youngster.

He will have sown his wild oats.

You may marry him off.

Marry him off?..

Marry him off? I will betake myself and do it.

Your Majesty, count Orlov waiting for your audience.

No audiences!

I am not to be bothered today and till tomorrow.

Stepan Ivanovich, what happened?

We'll discuss it tomorrow, Adam Vasilyevich.

I dragged him into my boat.

He was barely alive, begging for mercy.

All the rest had drowned.

Those Russian have ships, but no worthy sailors.

All their ships sink because they're made of rotten wood.

Then I saw him coming to.

He told me it was all because of embezzlement.

Their treasure is empty.

Their treasure is empty. Empress Ekaterina squandering money to please herself.

Empress Ekaterina squandering money to please herself.

And I asked: on what does she spend the money?

And he said: on her devilish lust.

Lust?

The best grenadiers indulging her.

That was what that sailor told me.

They are huge physically, but they can indulge her only for two weeks.

The empress pays them with gold, but all the same they break down.

And she demands for more and more of them.

She is waging a special kind of war with them.

Truly indeed, they are very, very different, knowing not the will of Allah!

Their women walk around bare-headed, and their men drink wine made from bread.

When not drunken, they war like beasts, coveting for wine.

They want to conquer our world and turn us into their slaves.

- Death to Russians! - Death to Russians!

Death to Russians!

Sign up to the war.

We are stronger than them.

We'll never be their slaves.

We'll never be their slaves. The Sultan will reward us for this. So? Which of you?

The Sultan will reward us for this. So? Which of you?

Enter my name.

I'm Mehmet.

Mehmet! Our words of admiration to you.

You are our hero!

You demonstrated how one should love our land and our Sultan,

may Allah keep him for a millennia.

Sign me up.

And me, too.

Sign me up, too.

Same with me.

Me, too, I'm gonna be killing them!

- Adam Vasilyevich. - Yes, Your Majesty?

Make the list of all European princesses. We'll look for a bride.

I'm interested in Prussia, England and France.

- The dowry? - Not essential.

The main task of Pavel Petrovich's future wife

if to give birth to a heir for him and for me as well.

Make it a point to check the maternal heredity.

- Yes, My Lady. - I've finished.

- Your Majesty... - And something else.

As for the grand prince.

He is forbidden to attend the balls, festivities where I will be present.

And don't serve wine to him during repasts.

Now you may bring in count Orlov.

'Svyatoslav' began to take on water and hardly managed to reach Revel.

At night, frigate 'Nadezhda' sailed against a shelf and sank.

'St. Evstafiy' was left without its foremast.

The battleship 'Three Martyrs'

ran upon the sands: it was pulled back on water, but was seriously damaged.

How many ships can reach the Greek Archipelago?

Less than a dozen, Your Majesty.

Any ideas, Grigory Grigoryevich?

What ideas can there be?

We should return to Kronstadt and recruit a new crew.

In England and Denmark we should buy new ships and...

...and frigates. And will also hire British sailors and captains.

By disembarking from England, we shall cut the distance.

British sailors are better trained, and their captains...

It was a moment of irony, Grigory Grigoryevich.

Immediately get the ships ready to enforce the squadron.

- How many ships? - All of them that can stay afloat.

Lay down new ships at the shipbuilders' in Arkhangelsk and Kronstadt.

And no complaining about the lack of money.

If there is a want, add your own resources.

- What about the squadron? - Let them sail on!

The Baltic-Mediterranean passage was a real trial for the Russian Navy.

Reinforced by reserve ships,

the expedition led by count Alexei Orlov reached the Greek shores.

The squadron's vanguard engaged near Chios Island.

Outnumbered by the Turks two to one,

Russian mariners attacked the Ottoman ships from the flank.

The surprise factor gave admiral Spiridov an upper hand in the battle.

Both parties in the war lost their flagships,

and, under the onslaught of the Russians,

the Turkish fleet had to withdraw to the Cesme Bay.

The Turks thinned our forces indeed and must be bursting with pride now.

They are planning to engage artillery from coastal fortifications and battleships.

Gentlemen, I need your opinion.

Grigory Andreevich.

The enemy's advantage is disastrous.

We won't be able to withstand them.

When we approach closer, we will be destroyed by coastal batteries.

Nor can we retreat.

They will get us and destroy us in the open sea.

A one-hour-later disposition.

And - six hours later.

In six hours, we'll be left with one third of the squadron.

What did the intelligence find out?

The Turkish 'Rhodes' is armed with 60 cannons, their flagship - with 86.

All the rest vessels - with over 500 totally.

Plus another 2 thousand - along the coast.

None of our ships can approach the bay closer than half a mile.

It would be enough for us to be destroyed three times on end.

You're right. In six hours we'll be done for.

Gentlemen, let us discuss my plan.

Tonight, 'Thunder' will enter the harbor and initiate a crossfire.

We'll have to compromise one ship?

I hope, 'Thunder' will hold out for one hour.

After that, the battleships will engage.

They will be distracting the Turks.

We must prepare four fire-boats.

Fill them with powder barrels, tar, rags with everything that can burn.

The fireboats will enter the harbor at a high speed,

attacking their flagships and the biggest battleships.

The Turks is a close formation.

In the evening a breeze will begin blowing in their direction.

It would be enough to set on fire 'Rhodes' and one-two frigates, and then...

- Permission to speak?

You are welcome.

I will provide a cover-up.

My packet-boat is called 'Swift'.

The fire-boats should be scattered, and I will be maneuvering.

You won't hold out even for 30 minutes like this.

Don't forget about Thunder's distracting fire.

Most of the time I will remain in the dead zone.

I will be move close to the fortress, the waters are deep enough there.

Then, aftwise, I will approach 'Rhodes'.

Coastal guns or the flagship can't get me there.

I'll have all my cannons moved to the fore in advance

and will destroy Rhodes stern cannons.

The hardest of all will be to reach the harbor.

- That's a clever idea. - May I, Alexei Grigoryevich?

Yes, sir.

It's not just a reckless scheme - it is a suicide void of any sense.

I suggest that 'Thunder' enter the harbor, open fire and quickly sail offshore.

'Thunder' is too slow.

And also why all this for?

To trick the Turks from under the coverage of the coastal artillery.

We'll lose in open waters.

Under other circumstances, I would argue with both of you.

But we have no time for this.

Next morning we shall either celebrate our victory... or we will be dead.

Gentlemen, let us check our watches.

Now it's 10.32 a.m.

We shall begin at five in the afternoon.

Let's set down to work.

Adam Vasilyevich...

I won't dare to read this, Your Majesty.

Grigory Grigoryevich, maybe you will?

Yes, of course.

From the expedition commander count Orlov...

Go on!

Your Imperial Majesty,

The enemy's Navy...

The enemy's Navy was successfully attacked, smashed to smithereens,

burnt down, sent to the bottom, turned into ashes!

The Mediterranean fleet of the Ottoman Empire was fully destroyed.

The commander of the Turkish Navy has killed himself.

The Turks losses are: 15 battleships, six frigates,

50 galleys, 100 odd auxiliary ships and 11 thousand dead and wounded.

Glory to the Russian Navy!

- Your Majesty... - Victory!

Victory!

We have lost 9 mariners and 2 officers!

They have lost the whole Ottoman Navy!

Your Majesty, there are two more letters.

One from Suvorov in Poland and a cipher from Constantinople.

Read the cipher.

Sultan Mustafa had ordered his Navy to move out

from the Black Sea into the Mediterranean Sea.

And it was his last order.

Sultan Mustafa has died from black small pox.

He is dead! Good news!

How sad. I hope his successor will have more brains.

And a depeche from Poland, Your Majesty.

I hope, it's good news from Alexander Vasilyevich.

Your Majesty,

I have the honor to report that I have confounded the Confederates' united forces.

In the decisive battle, our casualties were 30 killed,

among the Poles - 2.5 thousand dead and 2 thousand captured.

Commander of a brigade of musketeers Major-General Suvorov.

Make everything ready for the festivities.

Let everyone come, let our enemies see

how our subjects pride themselves in the triumph of Russian spirit!

Call for everyone...

What about Pavel Petrovich?

And him - as well.

My congratulations, Your Majesty.

Thank you for the invitation.

My congratulations, Your Highness.

Your Majesty,

the Razumovsky brothers evinced unparalleled heroism during the campaign.

Your Majesty.

My sons have distinguished themselves.

Andrei was granted a major-general's rank for the Battle of Cesme,

and Peter became a colonel for his exploits near Zielona Gora.

Both were granted a leave of absence.

I heard about your achievements.

I reward you both with chamberlain keys and the right to come here unannounced.

- Your Majesty... - Your Majesty...

My congratulations upon the victory!

Hurrah!

My dear friends. You are heroes!

I'm so glad to see you!

I envy you so much.

The Empress has made me general admiral.

Though I have never been to the sea.

I feel like a comedian...

Pavel Petrovich, there is nothing in the war to arouse envy.

It's all blood, horror, stench and cruelty.

Only those who haven't been there imagine war in romantic colors.

And those who survived and came back say it is so,

only not to be ashamed of themselves.

You are right, brother.

I will talk about war exploits,

about readiness to die for my country and my friends.

About the bird of glory hovering above us.

In my squadron there was a cornet who could cut a Pole into four pieces.

He even taught us how to do this.

At first we thought he was just bragging.

But after the battle we found dismembered bodies.

We put them together.

I marveled how it was possible.

Many of us had tried to, but failed.

I tried, too.

Back then it seemed normal to hate your enemy.

But now the very recollection gives me the creeps.

War is when thousands of Turks are burning alive, screaming above the cannonade.

The water in the bay was a boil.

On the next morning, dead fish was floating belly up.

I had never thought that the sea is so full of fish.

Pavel Petrovich, I wanted to ask you about Sofya Stepanovna.

The Empress ordained that we break up.

As a heir, I don't belong to myself.

I've seen my son but once.

Not because I don't want to or feel shy.

Her Majesty is looking for a new bride.

I wonder whether I will ever live a life of my own.

Why is Alexei Grigoryevich not here?

Her Majesty has sent him abroad.

- This a shame. - Sure it is.

He must be missing home.

I wrote to him, but he didn't answer.

I wrote another time.

Then I came to the postal service and found out that my letters had not been sent.

And I have brought a mariner's compass for him.

A trophy from the Turkish frigate 'Rhodes'.

But let us not be sad.

You're alive, and we are talking.

Let's embrace each other.

Sofya Stepanovna.

Pyotr Kirillovich.

- To be a mother becomes you. - Thank you.

There appeared some meaning in my life.

You grew pretty. Seriously.

I knew that you'd come.

I heard you were on a leave, visiting the festivities.

Alas, I'm leaving tomorrow.

But I promise I will be back when the war is over.

You have changed.

I'm self-dependent now.

I was made a colonel and granted a chamberlain's key.

I can come to the palace without reporting.

I'm glad for you, Pyotr Kirillovich.

You promised to write me a letter but you never did.

Have the officers lost a habit of courting ladies?

Or were there enough of them in Poland?

I tried to, but I couldn't.

Every time I couldn't.

And I would have written to you.

Sofya Stepanovna, please be my wife.

Pyotr Kirillovich...

I will be able to provide for you and your child.

Look at this ring.

I'm a widow. I'm older than you.

- My son was born out of wedlock. - Please, look at this ring.

See? It's a usual ring, nothing special.

We'll have a usual family.

In ten years, our age difference will be erased.

We'll have many children of our own.

But the most important thing for me is that you won't be left a widow.

Don't cry.

It was a lame joke.

I can't have children.

Never again.

Please, don't insist on your words.

But I love you.

I will raise your child as my own.

- How did you call him? - Simeon.

- What a good name. - Yes.

It won't be long before I will part with him.

The Empress is taking him away to her chambers.

If you refuse, you'll be left alone.

If we get wedded, I will be always by your side.

- You will ruin your life. - I will always love you.

And will you forgive me?

I will forget everything that happened before.

I will marry you.

Sofya Stepanovna...

Princess Wilhelmina, Your Majesty.

What do you think, Adam Vasilyevich?

I don't know.

And here are the portraits of her sisters - the princesses Amalie and Luisa.

With Your Majesty's permission, I will stay out of this.

If I can't even mention the name of a woman for whose sake...

I didn't say anything.

Once I myself, too, was interviewed as a bride.

Permission to leave?

I expect from you such a trifling.

When my grandson, a heir to the throne Alexander,

is born, for his name will be Alexander, he will continue the Romanovs dynasty.

Unfortunately, it can't be done without you.

- You may go.

Alexander. What a beautiful name.

Your Highness...

Sophie Dorothea...

Elisabeth of Bavaria...

Diane of Schleswig.

Sophie Dorothea. She is so lovely.

A perfect creation of nature.

A reckless frame of mind. Prone to conflicts.

She has turned thirteen.

Thirteen?

The one who sent her portrait and called her a bride has a reckless frame of mind!

How old is Wilhelmina?

She is seventeen.

What is known about her?

Her parents are Landgraf Louis and Landgrafine Caroline of Hesse-Darmstadt.

A very progressive and enlightened family.

They receive such guests as the poet Goethe, the musician Mozart

and the philosopher Kant.

Her elder sister Amalie is eighteen and her younger sister Luisa is fifteen.

The King Friedrich likes Amalie.

King Friedrich likes women?

It can become a real sensation in Europe!

Amalie is endowed with humility,

Luisa is very apt in natural sciences,

while Wilhelmina is distinguished from her sisters

by a willful character and impulsiveness.

Wilhelmina possesses all traits you're looking for:

a lovely face, well-built, very tender and polite.

I like her.

What does her impulsiveness can mean?

Sincerity of emotion, tireless dancing and amicable sociability.

Write to Hessen: let them get the princess ready for a trip.

No need to take along anything superfluous.

I will provide her with everything she needs.