”When aII the misfortunes can have
a disastrous effect on our war effort,
the fate of Russia,
the honor of our gIorious army,
the weII-being of our peopIe,
and the future of our FatherIand ,
require us to keep on fighting
untiI we attain victory.”
Shut the door!
Where’s the head nurse?
-Get out of here!
-What are you doing?
FREEDOM! UNITY! EQU ALITY!
Stop it!
What are you doing?
I said , stop it!
Quiet! Stop immediateIy,
or you’II aII be court-martiaIed!
Bastards! Sons of bitches!
Yuri Andreevich! Yuri Andreevich!
Give an order!
As a high-ranking officer, you must
put an end to this! ImmediateIy!
Yuri Andreevich!
MikhaiI abdicated the throne.
Yes, and MikhaiI. . .
Russia now has no dynasty
and no Tsar.
What shaII we drink to?
Let’s not toast or taIk.
It’s started again.
We need to do something.
At the Sventitsky Christmas party?
No.
Moscow. Christmas.
Skryabin was pIaying a sonata.
No.
You were wearing a gray suit
and a muff.
No, that wasn’t me.
Larisa Gishar.
She doesn’t exist anymore.
Enough about it.
I have to make my rounds.