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to unfold his front.

And I quickly gathered

my troops in one day,

passed 35 miles thru the forest

and went straight into battle.

Going through forests is a violation

of the rules, Your Excellency.

Which rules? Ancient? Gatchina's?

No, my darling!

No obstacles would stop my soldier!

I don't beat him to go into

battle - he rushes alone.

He will pass everywhere!

And wherever one passes,

the entire army will pass.

So that's it, sir. It's a war here!

Not a parade at Gatchina square!

The enemy naps.

Waiting for you from the field,

just like your duke plans.

The enemy knows,

Suvorov is 70 miles away.

But we... heroically

doubled, tripled our steps.

Over steep mountains,

through dense forests,

we fly like eagles, out of the blue.

Hit 'em, cut them,

don't let 'em recover!

In the flank! In the rear!

With Russian bayonets!

And we're done. With glory!

In short, the Commander's

order has been fulfilled.

The camp is mine! Sokolka is mine!

The road to Warsaw is opened.

As for the rules, my dear,

I shall answer it before God.

He is our general, He leads us.

And before the Empress-Mother!

Prokhorov, bring me a spoon!

I will eat porridge with Fanagoritsy.

With the first battalion!

Catherine's wars died down...

Unfading glory covered the

banners of Suvorov regiments...

After the death of Empress

Catherine, in November 1796,

the Russian throne was

inherited by her son Paul I

The army was transformed

according to "Gatchina manners."

Old rules were returned together

with ridiculous uniforms,

abolished, with the influence of

Suvorov, almost thirty years ago.

His Excellency has invited me,

count Arakcheev.

Enter, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

Your Majesty!

I'm not thanking you for myself...

but for the benefit

of the Russian state.

Your Majesty!

Get up.

Get up!

For the empire of the great order.

For the bearing of your thoughts...

aimed to the assertion of this order.

My order!

And this Suvorov,

this muddleheaded old man,

dares to break the

uniformity of harmony,

which I have established,

I the Russian autocrat!

Your Majesty...

Spirit of disobedience

imbued not only Field

Marshal Suvorov himself,

but his generals and officers, as well.

Even the soldiers, I believe.

Here it is!

The letter, Your Majesty...

We intercepted it.

Sent by Suvorov to count Deribas.

"I don't know, in which ancient castle

they have found

that exotic article, nibbled by mice?

This masquerade with

plaits and curls

spread the stench in the barracks,

lice,

and contagion."

This is about our military

regulations, Your Majesty.

What else?

What?

What?!

Speak!

I don't dare.

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