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Variatinsky is out!
Countess Anna! Please.
- Yes, of course.
- All right, Anna, let's hear what happened.
- You know, Your Excellency,
Variatinsky has been taking everything
Criticisms, insults, inkwells, slippers, vases
and some beautiful glassware.
- It was really a shame.
- Yes, it was.
After all, Variatinsky's a primitive man.
I'm sure he didn't appreciate it.
He certainly didn't today.
I'm not exaggerating.
And she called him something.
- I'm glad, Anna.
- So I looked it up in the dictionary.
- Then he called her something
which I couldn't even find in the dictionary.
- Yes, and she threw it at him.
Good! Even in her most furious moments,
- That's nothing, Your Excellency!
and gave Her Majesty a push.
But now he made his greatest mistake.
Instead of standing by his guns,
and begged for Her Majesty's forgiveness.
Well, a moment later, he was out.
What a fool.
One more push
and he might have been tsar of all the Russias.
- It is Variatinsky!
- Firing squad?
- No, he shot himself!
- He did, eh?
- He seems to have missed!
- Yes, he missed himself.
Friends, brothers! How can we possibly fail?
Variatinsky is out. The position of
My nephew is here, with my influence.
- Need I say more?
- But what if the Chancellor...?
- The Chancellor! That doddering old idiot!
to the tsarina, what then?
Then I say to him,
"Look here, you know to whom you are talking?"
But if he will say
he does not know to whom he is talking?
Then I say to him,
"Look here, I am General Ronsky!
- grandson of...
to that woman on the throne...
I want to go back to the Ural Mountains.
son of my favourite sister, Petrushka,
did I not give you my precious Arab steed
and that wolfhound dear to my heart?
anything that is not good for you?
How can you be so ungrateful, Boris Nikitin?
in the Ural Mountains?
Successor to Variatinsky!
Command of the Palace Guard!
You know what that means?
I beg your pardon, friends. At our disposal.
I know it's true
that I am the son of your favourite sister.
your precious Arab steed
and that wolfhound dear to your heart.
I know that I am blood of your blood.
But I want to go back to the Ural Mountains.
Now look here,
I took you out of your stinking hut
in the Ural Mountains...
- But, Uncle, think of Variatinsky.
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