"What's wrong with you?" "Have you turned to wooden statues?" "Quickly, on your knees!" "To whom have you abandoned us," "Father?" "To whom did you leave us..." "O adored one?" "We beg you!" "With tears, with bitter tears!" "Mercy!" "Mercy!" "Mercy!" "O beloved Boyar!" "Our Father!" "Our guardian!" "Boyar!" "Mercy!" "Quiet now, are we?" "Cat got your tongue?" "Don't get shirty." "Has it been too long since you felt a whip play on your backs?" "Why, I'll teach you..." "Don't get in a lather, kind policeman." "We're just having a breather." "He won't even let us breathe, the bastard!" "Are your throats ailing?" "All right!" "Well?" "O ye of faith!" "The Boyar remains inflexible..." "He replies to the desperate calls of his peers and the Leader of the Church" "that he won't even consider taking the throne." "Mourning has gripped Russia, inexorable grief," "O ye of faith!" "Lawlessness is stifling the country..." "With all your strength, turn toward God" "that he may send much-needed consolation to his grieving Russia... and that his heavenly light may illuminate" "Boris's weary mind..." "Glory to you, supreme creator on earth!" "Glory to your celestial armies and all your Saints!" "Glory to Russia!" "The angel of the Lord proclaimed to the world:" "rise, O threatening shadows!" "Go, up between heaven and earth, and cover the land of Russia!" "Slay the dreaded dragon with its dozen winged horns, this dragon sowing despair in the kingless land of Russia." "Proclaim these words to those of faith," "for salvation awaits!" "Did you hear what the enlightened ones said?" "I heard!" "Under the icon of this saint or that..." "Under the icon of this saint or that..." "Let's go..." "Where?" "Take that icon..." "Get a grip, friend!" "Adorn yourselves with lights, seize the icon of this saint or that and prepare to welcome the Tsar." "The Tsar?" "But which Tsar?" "Hey, you!" "What do you mean, which Tsar?" "Tsar Boris!" "Hey, you, you herd of sheep!" "Are you deaf?" "There you are!" "They got what they wanted." "A fat lot of good that does us!" "If they force us to wail, we'll wail all the way to the Palace." "We'll wail." "Why shouldn't we?" "Come, children, shall we go?" "Hail to Tsar Boris Feodorovich!" "Long live our father, our Tsar!" "Praise him!" "To the sun, risen in all its splendor be glory, glory to Boris, Tsar over all of Russia!" "Glory, glory!" "Praise the Tsar!" "Celebrate him!" "Long live the Tsar!" "Glory to Boris, Tsar of all Russia!" "Glory!" "Glory!" "Glory to the Tsar!" "Glory!" "Glory!" "My soul languishes..." "What is this uncontrolled fear that shackles my heart to some fatal foreboding?" "O you who make the laws," "O my benevolent father, look from the heavenly heights upon the tears of your faithful servants." "And send me a blessing from on high upon my kingdom" "that I may be good and merciful as yourself and that I may govern my people gloriously." "Now let us kneel in prayer before the tombs of Russia's kings." "And then all the people shall feast, every man, from Boyar to the most destitute blind beggar, bid them all enter!" "Let all be my welcome guests!" "Glory, glory, glory!" "Hail to the Tsar, our father!" "Long may Tsar Boris prosper!" "As to the sun in the heavens!" "Glory, glory!" "Hail to Tsar Boris!" "Glory!" "Glory!" "Just one final tale" "and my chronicle will be complete." "I have done the work that God assigned to me, poor wretch that I am." "O God, strong and just, listen to your slaves" "who adore you." "That dream again!" "Three times... the very same dream!" "Inextricable dream, accursed dream!" "All you do is write, you do not lose yourself in sleep." "But with me, a demonic disorder comes to trouble the peace of my soul and my mind." "I dreamed a winding staircase led me to a tower and from on high, Moscow appeared to me." "And, like an anthill, the people below seething in the square pointed me out and made fun of me." "I was ashamed and became afraid, and I fell head first," "and I awoke." "Here, in that same cell, where once a monk lived, a very experienced and upright man," "this is where I saw the Tsar." "Thoughtful and quiet, before us sat Ivan the Terrible, and humble was the speech that poured from his lips, but in his stern eyes," "the tear of regret trembled" "and he wept!" "God loved the softening of the Tsar, and under him Russia" " glorious and free of storms - grew calm." "When his last hour came, an incredible miracle occurred:" "the rooms were filled with a divine perfume," "and his face shone like the sun." "Never will we see his like as Tsar!" "We incurred God's wrath, sinned, chose for a sovereign a killer of Tsars." "For a long time, O venerable one," "I wanted to question you about the death of Tsarevich Dimitri." "They say you were in Uglich at the time." "Oh, yes, I remember!" "God made me see the crime, the bloody sin!" "I had been sent to Uglich to do my penitence." "I arrived during the night;" "at dawn, the hour of Matins," "I suddenly heard bells!" "Sounding the alarm!" "Shouts, hubbub!" "Everyone rushed into the Tsarina's courtyard, myself included, and I saw:" "the Tsarevich, his throat cut, lying in his blood." "His mother the Tsarina wild-eyed, above him." "The unfortunate nurse screamed in despair" "and there, in the square, the enraged people scolded the traitress, the ungodly housekeeper!" "Fury!" "Wailing!" "Suddenly amongst them, wild, pale with rage," "appeared the Judas" "Bityagovsky!" "There, there's the villain!" "Shouted the crowd on all sides." "They set off in pursuit of the three fleeing murderers." "The criminals were caught and they were brought before the still-warm corpse of the child." "A miracle!" "Suddenly, the dead boy gave a shudder!" "Repent, the people roared." "And in terror, threatened by the ax, the killers confessed and named" "Boris." "The bells rang for Matins..." "God, bless your slaves." "Hand me my cane, Gregory." "Have mercy on us, God." "Have mercy on us, all-merciful God." "Our benevolent Father, just and eternal God, have mercy on us!" "Boris, Boris!" "All tremble before you!" "No one dare mention the remains of the unfortunate child." "And yet a monk in his dark cell is writing a dreadful denunciation of you." "You will find no escape from the judgment of men, just as you will find no escape from the judgment of God!" "Why so melancholy, comrade?" "We are but a stone's throw from the border with Lithuania that you have long been striving to reach." "Until I'm in Lithuania," "I cannot be calm!" "Why are you so set on Lithuania?" "Look at us, good Father Missail and myself, a poor sinner before God, we fled from the monastery and care not a jot where we wander!" "Lithuania or Russia, violin or Violoncello, it's all the same to us as long as there's good wine!" "And there is!" "Taste it, good fathers, and drink to your health!" "Thanks, pretty hostess, may God be with you!" "Drink, but keep your wits about you, Father Varlaam!" "My Wits?" "What good does it do me to keep my wits about me?" "How he gallops, never stopping," "faster and faster," "his moth-eaten hat burning his head." "Mistress, where does this path lead?" "And off flies the fugitive." "To Lithuania, my good... ls Lithuania far?" "No, my dear, it is not far." "You could sleep there this night, were it not for the patrols..." "What?" "Patrols?" "Someone has fled Moscow." "Their order is to arrest everyone and check everything..." "One man's loss is another man's gain." "Turn slightly to your left, go as far as the Chekhan chapel, by the little brook, and from there, to Khlopino, and from there to Zakharevo." "Even a kid could show you the way to Lithuania from there." "All you hear about these patrols is that they're a nuisance to travelers and steal from us, the poorest of the poor!" "So he arrived..." "Knock-knock at the door." "I am dusty from the road, knock-knock!" "And paralyzed by fear..." "What next?" "Here comes the cursed band!" "They're doing their rounds..." "See how he gallops, up and up he gallops, and he never stops." "Who might you be?" "Quiet brothers, honest novices." "We travel through from village to village, collecting alms for the Church." "And who might you be?" "Our comrade!" "This guy, it seems, is naked!" "He's had a wretched life." "And these?" "Are they truly men of the Church?" "What's got into you, staring at me like that?" "This is what!" "Hey, Alex!" "Have you got the decree?" "Give it here!" "Look:" "a heretic named Otrepiev has fled from Moscow." "Do you know about this?" "Gregory, a low-born monk with the peasant's name Otrepiev, raised by the devil, sought to shake his holy brotherhood by all manner of seductions and crimes." "This Gregory has fled toward the Lithuanian border and the Tsar has given orders to seize him..." "And to hang him!" "It doesn't say that here..." "Lies!" "Not every word is written in decrees." "Read it!" "Seize him and hang him!" "Hang him..." "His age - this Gregory?" "He was born fifty years ago!" "Grey beard... fat stomach, red nose..." "Hold him!" "It's him, children!" "Are you mad, you bunch of losers?" "What's got into you?" "Gregory, me?" "No, brother, the youngster's teasing you!" "Even though I can barely spell, even though I can barely mumble," "I'll mumble," "I'll mumble, since this case could reach the gallows..." "His a... a..." "His age is... but twenty years." "Fifty, you say!" "You see..." "He is of medium size." "His hair is red." "On his nose..." "On his nose is a wart." "On his forehead..." "On his forehead is another." "One hand... is shorter is shorter than the other." "That's not him!" "Seize him!" "Seize him!" "Here's a tale of tales!" "The chicken gave birth to an ox, and the little piglet laid an egg!" "A fairy tale's a fairy tale, but not for fools." "Cockle-doodle-doo!" "How far away have you flown?" "Over the sea, over the sea, to the city of Kiev." "There, in a hoary oak, lives a bald old owl who's very clever." "He pretends to be dumb, blinks and sings loudly, crash, bang, wallop, they shaved me roundly." "They carried me aloft up to the gallows, up to the scaffold," "One step, two step, three step, four..." "As once upon a time, a sparrow was born." "A whole sparrow, a youngster entire." "His beak was long, his beak was sharp!" "The sparrow flew away to visit the owl to whisper in the ear of the mustachioed one." "The priest's men threshed his wheat and broke his flails, threw them in the water." "The water caught fire, wouldn't you know, and the fire at his window showed him what to do." "The priest was scared." "He hid under a basket, his ear got stuck, his deacon fell out of bed and broke his spine." "His wife put some old crones in the oven." "The hangmen ran in to eat the crones." "The biggest eaters were a cow and a bull;" "of seven hundred piglets, only the trotters are left." "Woe is me!" "What's this?" "The wicked wolf is scaring mother hen?" "Forgive me, Lord and Tsar!" "I am become a nervous, poor old woman." "And you, my son, what are you up to?" "What can this be?" "I made a drawing and mapped our lands, from one end of the empire to the other." "Here, you see:" "here is Moscow, here, Novgorod, and here, Kazan," "Astrakhan." "This is the sea, the Caspian Sea." "Here are the great pine forests!" "And here's Siberia!" "Well done, my son!" "With but a glance, as on a cloud, you can visit the entire empire:" "borders, rivers and towns!" "Study, Feeder'.!" "Someday" " and it may be soon - this entire empire will be yours." "Study, my child..." "I have reached the height of my power." "For almost six years" "I have reigned peacefully but there is no happiness in my tortured soul..." "In vain do the soothsayers predict long days in power, free of riots..." "Neither life, nor power, nor fires, nor glory, nor the acclaim of the crowd can convince me to rejoice." "Heavy is the right hand of the terrible judge." "Hideous is the lesson given to a soul who has sinned." "Darkness all around me, impenetrable shadows" "never softened by the light of respite." "My heart is too full of grief, my tired soul pains me and stirs with a secret thrill..." "It's waiting for something." "By praying fervently to the saints in the heavens," "I thought I could quell these torments." "In all the grandeur and the brilliance of power, limitless power," "I am the absolute master of Russia, and I beg them for one tear of relief." "But here comes the denunciation:" "Boyar intrigues," "Lithuanian raids, undermining my work, hunger and pestilence, fear and destruction, like wild beasts, people wander, plague-stricken..." "The country groans in grief." "Starving, impoverished," "Russia is choking in my cruel grief, sent by God." "As a test for my sins, they point at me as the cause of all these ills!" "In all the public squares, the name of Boris is cursed!" "Now sleep is stolen from me, and in the darkest night the blood-stained child arises..." "His eyes shine, and his hands join together in a plea for mercy." "But mercy was denied him." "The terrible wound gleams red, and I hear his cry of death!" "O Lord my God!" "Back!" "What is this?" "Get behind me, Satan!" "Go see what has happened." "Get behind me, poverty!" "What is this tumult?" "Why are you here?" "Bid them cease!" "Yes?" "Great King," "Prince Vassily Shouisky is requesting an audience." "Shouisky?" "Bid him enter!" "We are always glad to see the prince and receive his counsel." "A serf came from Pushkin to denounce Shouisky, his friends and others, and his master of plotting in secret because a messenger arrived from Krakow bringing..." "Seize the messenger!" "Aha, Prince Shouisky..." "Great King, my respects..." "O famous general, august leader of a madcap pack," "criminal head of the intriguing Boyars, mole burrowing under the Tsars' throne," "shameless liar, triple perjurer, malignant sycophant, mangy devil, pig wearing a Boyar's hat, manipulator, rascal!" "To Tsar Ivan, may God grant peace to his soul." "A different distinction is made for the Shouisky princes..." "What?" "Tsar Ivan Vasilyich the Terrible would willingly have fried you more than somewhat over hot coals." "His Royal hand turning you with his iron stick, while chanting a holy hymn..." "But we, who are not proud, find it pleasant to love an insolent valet..." "Tsar!" "What?" "What do you say, Prince Shouisky?" "Tsar!" "We hear tidings and important news for your kingdom..." "The same that was vouchsafed to Pushkin, or to yourself by the secret messenger from your colleagues, the treacherous Boyars?" "Yes, Sire!" "A usurper has arisen in Lithuania!" "The King, the Polish nobles and the Pope acclaim him!" "By what name does he seek to rise against us?" "What title has the villain stolen?" "His name?" "Indeed, O Tsar, your power is mighty," "but it is by being merciful, kind and generous that you won the hearts of those servants devoted to your cause." "But you know better than anyone how fickle the mob can be..." "And even though I suffer, great King, though my heart bleed within me," "I dare not hide from you that if a reckless adventurer crossed the border from Lithuania, he might just attract the populace by resurrecting the name of Dimitri..." "Dimitri?" "Tsarevich, now withdraw!" "O Sire, permit me to remain beside you." "You cannot..." "Child, you cannot stay!" "To learn of the terrible tragedy that has befallen you..." " Tsarevich, obey!" "Lose no time: take steps, see that Russia's border is protected from Lithuania by patrols and that no living thing may cross that border!" "Go now!" "No..." "Wait." "Wait, Shouisky!" "Have you ever heard tell that murdered babes may rise from their coffined slumbers" "to vex the souls of Tsars and lawful kings" "elected by the people and anointed by the Patriarch himself?" "What?" "Is this funny?" "Why are you not laughing?" "Have mercy on me, Great King!" "Listen, Prince." "When the great evil came to pass, when the boy perished before his time" "and his body remained in the bloody square, filling with pain the hearts of those in Uglich that he orphaned by calling for revenge..." "This boy..." "The murdered boy..." "Was he..." "Dimitri?" "Himself." "Vasily Ivanich!" "I beseech you by the cross and by God, tell me honestly the whole truth." "You know me to be clement." "I shall not punish your past lies." "But if you try to outsmart us," "I swear to you" "I shall devise for you a torture, a torture so malicious that Tsar Ivan would turn with horror in his grave." "I'm waiting for your answer!" "Why would you not believe me?" "You would doubt your own dog, your devoted servant and seek to scare him by some remorseless torment?" "I fear no torture so much as your displeasure..." "In the church at Uglich, before the people, for five whole days" "I watched over the body of the slaughtered child." "All around him, thirteen corpses lay, disfigured, covered in bloodstained rags," "and the bodies, in truth, were crying out for burial." "But the little face of the Tsarevich was radiant, pure and clear." "The terrible, deep wound gaped," "and on his innocent lips an angelic smile played." "One would have thought he was sleeping peacefully in his little bed" "with his arms crossed, his right arm wrapped firmly around a child's toy." "Enough!" "I am suffocating!" "I can scarcely draw breath..." "I can feel all my blood rush to my head, where it throbs painfully..." "Oh, remorseless conscience, how sternly you punish me!" "You have a stigma within you, just one," "however stupidly it came." "Your soul will catch fire, your heart will fill with venom and become heavy, so heavy," "that it will batter like a hammer in your ears a message of reproach and malediction..." "It suffocates you, stifles you," "your head spins." "What you see is the bloody child!" "Go!" "Go away!" "What's that?" "There in the corner..." "It's moving, it's getting bigger..." "It's drawing near, it moans and it quivers..." "Be gone..." "Be gone!" "It is not I!" "I am not the source of your suffering!" "Be gone!" "Be gone, child!" "It is the people, not I!" "It's the people's will!" "Be gone, child!" "Dear God!" "You do not desire the death of a sinner." "Have mercy on the soul of the guilty Tsar Boris!" "Marina is bored." "Oh, how bored she is!" "How painfully and languidly the days stretch out before me." "Everything is empty, stupid and sterile." "All the princes, viscounts and gentlemen with their worldly power" "cannot dissipate this hellish ennui." "But there, on the dark horizon, a clear light shone." "That fugitive Muscovite glanced upon Mistress Mnishek." "My Dimitri, terrible bearer of vengeance, ruthless, like God's judgment and God's punishment of the little Tsarevich, sacrificed for the insatiable power, sacrificed for the hunger of Boris, to the villainy of Godunov!" "I'll wake the powerful men from their dozing!" "With the glitter of gold and treasure" "I will lure them to the march!" "And you, my adventurer, my dark lover," "I will make you drink your fill of tears of terrible fire." "I will suffocate you with passionate hugs, murder you with kisses, my dear, my Tsarevich, my Dimitri, my one and only fiancé..." "My sweet love chatter will bewitch your ear." "Mistress Mnishek is too bored with the outpourings of passion and pleadings of pimply youths, the platitudes of old money." "Mistress Mnishek wants fame!" "Mistress Mnishek thirsts for power!" "On the throne of the kings of Moscow," "I shall sit, as the wife of the Tsar!" "And in purple shot with gold," "I will shine like the sun!" "And suddenly, with my sublime beauty, will subjugate the stupid Muscovites and bring the vicious Boyar troops to their knees!" "And they will write stories praising their proud Tsarina, those stupid Boyars!" "I give no faith, sir, to your passion." "Your oaths and persuasions are useless!" "I have no faith in your passion, sir!" "We'll make short work of the Muscovite empire!" "We will bring you Muscovite prisoners by the thousand, mistress!" "We shall surely break Boris and his armies!" "Ladies and gentlemen, why have you been dawdling for so long?" "March on Moscow right now, and take Boris prisoner!" "To build the Polish Republic, we must tear apart the lair of the Muscovites!" "Marina won't succeed:" "she's a beauty, but she's dry, naughty, nasty..." "Wine!" "Wine, gentlemen!" "Long live Marina!" "A toast to the Mnishek family!" "The best wine to toast Marina!" "The glory of the Tsars' crown for Marina!" "Cheers!" "Faster, where is my armor?" "My helmet, my sword from Asia, my horse!" "Charge!" "On to the deadly battle!" "Charging at the head of a valiant team, to meet, face-to-face the enemy lines, and from the glory of the battle, to seize my rightful throne!" "Dimitri!" "Tsarevich!" "Dimitri!" "O Tsarevich," "I beg of you, do not blame me for ill-considered words." "They do not resound with malice nor with mockery," "but with pure love, with thirst for your glory, with thirst for your greatness, my words ring out in the silence of the night, m)' darling!" "Oh, my love, your Marina will never change!" "But forget, forget her." "The sooner you forget your love, the sooner you will seize the Tsar's throne!" "Marina!" "Do not worsen the infernal torture of my soul by a whimsical love..." "I love you, my lover!" "My master!" "Oh, say it again, Marina!" "Never let this ardor cool, go easy on my soul, my enchantress." "MY Tsar!" "Rise, my miraculous Empress." "Oh, how you have revived my heart, my master!" "Oh..." "Oh, my lovebirds!" "What innocent simpletons you are." "The blessed moment will arrive just as fast as the long-awaited day of happiness." "So, is the Mass finished?" "Yes." "They excommunicated him." "Who?" "Gregory, Gregory Otrepiev." "Ah, there we are." "They say he is nearing Moscow..." "He's coming with his soldiers to Moscow." "He's destroying every last one of Boris's troops." "A grim path leads him toward the throne of his fathers, of the faithful Russian tsars who come to our aid." "Death to Boris and his children!" "What are you doing?" "Silence, you demons!" "Would you forget the chains and dungeons?" "Iron bonnet!" "Iron bonnet!" "The moon charts its course..." "The little cat weeps..." "Arise, Enlightened One, make your prayer to God." "Show reverence to Christ." "Christ is our God, for there will be a bucket, there will be a moon." "A bucket, the moon..." "Good day, good day, enlightened son of Ivan!" "Jump up and make us tea, make us a plan." "Take off your fine hat!" "Your heavy hat!" "Ding, ding, ding, how it rings!" "I, meanwhile, have my little piece of silver..." "It's a trick!" "You can't dupe us, you know!" " Pow!" " Thwack!" "They robbed the Enlightened One!" "They stole his piece of silver." "O Father who provides for us, in the name of Christ..." "Our Father, in the name of Christ!" "O Lord Tsar, in the name of Christ" "O Lord, by the blood of Christ..." "Our Father, give us our bread!" "Give us our bread!" "Our bread!" "Our Father," "by the blood of Christ..." "Boris, oh, Boris, they have robbed the Enlightened One." "What's he complaining about?" "The kids took my little silver coin from me!" "Why don't you cut their throats like you cut the throat of the tiny Tsarevich?" "Shut your mouth, fool!" "Arrest the fool!" "Don't touch him!" "Pray for me, blessed one!" "No, Boris!" "We must not, Boris!" "We must not pray for a child-killing Tsar!" "The mother of God will not allow that." "Esteemed Boyars!" "Our great sovereign," "Tsar Boris Feodorovich, blessed by our Holy Father," "Patriarch of the Russian Church," "Has ordered this:" "a highwayman, a miser, a dark vagrant, thief and rebel, has risen as a rioter." "With a horde of greedy mercenaries, he has taken the Tsarevich's name, wanting to become Tsar lawfully, accompanied by disgraced Boyars and all manner of Lithuanian riff-raff." "They boast they will crush Boris's throne and you with it!" "He calls brazenly and disseminates sham decrees!" "Given the facts," "I do implore you to try him here in all truthfulness." "Well, Boyars, should we put it to a vote?" "It's your turn, Boyars, to start..." "We made up our minds long ago!" "Write it down, Andrei Mikhailich!" "This crook, whoever he is, must be tortured!" "Wait, Boyars..." "Catch him first and then we shall torture him!" "Perfect!" "Well, not quite perfect..." "Come now, Boyars, don't beat about the bush..." "Sooner pray to God humbly, on your knees, that he may, upon Russia," "have mercy..." "Shame Prince Shouisky isn't here..." "Even though he's a schemer, without him our minds cannot be made up..." "Excuse me, Boyars..." "Talk of the devil!" "I was delayed a little." "Please forgive me for not being on time." "What can one do?" "So much business..." "and hard work..." "Are you not ashamed, Prince, at your age of all your low scheming," "of inciting the people in the marketplaces, of swearing the Tsarevich is alive?" "What's got into you, Boyars?" "May God help you!" "So it is that, while loving you sincerely, dear Boyars," "I want to warn you..." "When I left the Tsar, suffering with all my heart at being so far from his soul," "I did, by chance, cast a glance" "backwards." "Oh, what did I see, Boyars?" "His face pale, drenched in cold sweat," "his body all a-tremble, mumbling strange words and non-sequiturs," "rolling his eyes wildly, prey to some secret torture, our unfortunate Sovereign in turmoil..." "Suddenly, his skin turned blue, his eyes were transfixed and he began to choke horribly!" " You are lying, Prince!" " Calling to the murdered Tsarevich, he impotently shooed his specter away!" "Murmuring be gone, be gone!" "Be gone!" "Be gone, child!" "Shh!" "Quiet, Tsar..." "Tsar!" "Be gone, child!" "My God, may the armies of Christ be with us!" "Be gone, be gone!" "Who talks of murder when there is no murderer..." "The boy is here, alive!" "As for Shouisky who lies and perjures, we'll quarter him!" "May God have mercy on you!" "I summoned you, Boyars, because I rely on your wisdom." "In times of woe and hardship, you Boyars are my helpers..." "A quiet hermit, not some clever judge of the affairs of this world, would raise his voice..." "Tell me, old chap, everything you know." "Don't hide anything." "I became so accustomed to my blindness that even my dreams" "revealed nothing more for me to see and I only dreamed of sounds..." "Once, in the depths of my slumber," "I heard, all of a sudden, a child's voice calling me." "It called me so distinctly:" "arise, old man, arise and go to the town of Uglich." "Go to the Church of the Transfiguration and there, pray on my little grave." "Know, old man, that I am Dimitri, the Tsarevich!" "God bid me join his band of angels and now I am the great miracle-worker of Russia!" "I awoke, and a thought came to me." "I took my grandson with me and set out on the road." "As soon as I bent over the little grave, everything became so beautiful and bounteous, and tears flowed freely from my eyes, a flood of gentle tears." "I saw anew the world of God, and my grandson" "and the little grave..." "Give me air!" "I'm choking!" "Call the Tsarevich, quickly!" "Ah, the unction weighs heavy..." "Leave us!" "Go away, all of you!" "Farewell, my son." "I am dying" "Now you will commence your reign." "Do not ask me what paths I took to reach power." "You do not need to know." "You will reign lawfully, as my heir, my first-born son." "Listen, Feodor, do not trust the patter of the deceitful Boyars!" "Be vigilant, and keep your eye on their secret business with Lithuania." "Punish treason without mercy." "Show no leniency." "Lay yourself open to the people's judgment, the only one free of hypocrisy." "Keep defenders of the true faith close." "Venerate the saints in heaven..." "Q my God!" "My God!" "Deign to see, I beg of thee, the tears of a father who has sinned!" "I do not pray for myself, not for myself, my God!" "From your seat in the highest heights, pour a little beneficent light" "on the fate of my innocents, their lives so short" "and yet so clean!" "Heavenly hosts," "which keep safe the throne for all eternity!" "With your wings of light, you protect" "my dear son from misfortune and evil," "from temptation..." "The bell, the funeral bell!" "Weep, weep, good people," "for there is no more life in him." "The funeral weeping!" "The unction..." "The unction to become a monk and he gives no answer..." "The Tsar is entering a monastery!" "...so weep, alleluia!" "Sire!" "Calm yourself." "God will help you..." "No, no, my son, my hour is tolling!" "I can see the child in his death throes..." "My God and I weep aloud." "I am weighed down!" "I cannot erase my sins with prayer!" "O evil Death, how cruelly you torture!" "And he shall have no salvation..." "Wait..." "I am still the Tsar!" "I am still the Tsar..." "God!" "My death!" "Forgive me!" "Here is your Tsar!" "The Tsar..." "Forgive me, forgive..." "Forgive..." "Come over here..." "Sit him on the block, men!" "That's it!" "And so he doesn't wall, or damage his worthless throat," "939 him!" "There!" "Now what, brothers?" "Are we to leave him unconsoled?" "That wouldn't be right:" "he was, after all, chief of staff of Boris's armies..." "Our Lord the great thief had the throne of kings, and the boy would steal from me..." "We'll console him like the thief he is." "Come, lads!" "Catch him at the double!" "This is no hawk hovering twixt heaven and earth, nor a stallion swift as lightning, but a Boyar, stiff from sitting on his ass" "and dreaming his dreams." "Glory to the little Boyar." "Glory to the son of Boris!" "Glory!" "The sun and the moon are sullied." "The stars tumble in the night." "The horizon capsizes without a cry from the weight of the sins of Boris." "The beast roars louder than any other." "It devours the bodies of men for the glory of Boris's dark sins." "They torture and interrogate the little folk, the faithful." "They are torturing Boris's henchmen!" "We will teach them the lesson of power for the glory of the sins of Boris!" "Holy Russia writhes and chokes, moaning under the fist of the renegade, under the cursed fist that did kill a Tsar in a burst of unpardonable sin." "Joy!" "It sparkles and is unleashed, the blood boiling in our veins!" "An underground force, our daring and our pain rises from the depths, never to be extinguished!" "Loot!" "Good people, welcome your Tsar according to blood." "Welcome the survivor." "God made him flee from the assassin." "God protected him with his hand through darkness." "Welcome Tsar Dimitri, son of Ivan!" "We, Dimitri Ivanovich, by the will of God, praise the Tsarevich of all Russia!" "Prince of the line of my ancestors!" "We, who were hunted by Godunov, call you to us, and we promise you kindness and protection!" "Hail, son of Ivan, I salute you!" "Arise, Boyar!" "Onward to the famous battle for the holy homeland," "for Moscow and the Kremlin!" "Long live the Tsar!" "Long live Tsar Dimitri, son of Ivan!" "Deo Gloria!" "Flow on and on, sad tears, weep and weep, soul of the true faith." "Soon the enemy will come and night will fall, darker than ever in the shadows." "Grief, the grief of Russia!" "Weep, weep, people of Russia, as you starve!" "The false Dimitri took Moscow and reigned there for 11 months." "He was assassinated on 27 May, 1606." "Maryna was remarried twice, to two consecutive false Dimitris." "She was drowned under the ice of a frozen river, with her child." "Shouisky took the crown and reigned for four years, before being imprisoned." "This film was made in 1989." "Subtitles:" "Eclair Group"