Serko Page #2

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the Evenks may as die.

Remember that they signed

a treaty with our Tsar.

And that's why we Cossacks

are here to see that it's upheld.

Think the Tsar's nothing better to do?

And how would you get there?

Saint Petersburg is over 6,000 miles away!

Do you mean to ride

Muktan's horse? Why not?

If it's the only way to be heard.

You idiot!

Your wife is carrying your second son.

And you want to ride off to certain death?

You look more like your father

than your brother does.

How old were you when I was born?

Although I'm 18 my father still despises me.

Blagoveschensk.

BaikaI. Irkutsk.

Tomsk. Omsk.

Perm.

Moscow.

Saint-Petersburg.

It's almost straight on.

As Dimitri's horse is a nag unable

to cross the horizon,

Dimitri saddles Muktan's horse at dawn.

Luckily, the horse would love to help

Dimitri in his mission.

So goes fate in a fortunate

combination of circumstances.

Keep still! Look how beautifuI it is!

Let's go this way.

There's a hare. Go right ahead!

Stop!

You horse,

will never know how good this is.

Look, Muktan would call you "my horse. "

What kind of a name is that?

It's like calling your dog, "dog. "

You've got such a beautifuI grey coat,

that I'm going to call you "Grey Horse. "

"Serko. "

How rude of you!

Don't you like your name. Serko?

You see. Serko, the onlly difference

between you and me,

is that all the creatures born on

this earth look down to the ground,

but man is the only one to look

up at the sky,

and wonder at the moon and the stars.

You're right, we men shouid

be a little more humble!

What does he want from us?

We haven't done anything wrong,

We're just passing through.

Haven't come to bother the locals.

Hey, Serko?

We're good guys! We're not bad guys.

We don't want to kill or rob anyone!

Serko, get a hold of yourself

I forbid you to be scarod.

Fear is for little creatures

not for a great horse like you,

or a Cossack like me!

Move on!

Go right ahead!

Who are you?

A traveller.

What're you doing here?

I mean you no harm,

Nelther to you nor to anyone else!

Believe me, Iswear to you.

On all of the Saints If Hoty Russia!

Then why are you aiming

that gun at my hearI?

My horse, he's fallen.

Will you help me?

No snowflake,

ever falls where it shouldn't.

Looks like we came at just the right time!

You sure are nalve, you trust men too much.

How do you know,

we won't just drop you down into the void?

You know that we don't like

long-nosed creatures.

Get up, get up, Serko. Hear me?

Get up! Get up!

Get up! Serko.

Get up!

Serko.

Well done! Go ahead, get up! Well done!

I'll get you out of here.

You fell, sweetie pie.

Thank you, old Tunguz.

You've been helpfuI.

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