Ivan Vasilevich menyaet professiyu (Ivan Vasilyevich Changes Occupation) Page #5

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what's up?

Who's that parasite who dared to

break the door in the tsar's quarters?

Did they put it here

for you to break it?

Go on, Your Majesty!

''...is bowing Iow...'', semicoIon.

I'm waiting for the answer

to my question!

The tsar! The tsar's here!

He's here!

The tsar's here!

Sit!

Where eIse can he be?

The tsar's in his pIace!

Have mercy, don't put me to death,

our kind sire!

The demons grabbed you,

we chased them aII over the paIace!

And, suddenIy, the demons vanished!

They were there, we don't deny it.

But they seIf-destructed.

PIease, stop this ridicuIous panic!

Who are you?

I'm Theophanes, a cIerk

at the foreign office.

AII right, Fedya.

You may stay here.

The rest, pIease, Ieave the tsar's

office. In other words, out!

Bark at them!

Out!

Have mercy, Sire!

Stop your somersauIts! You did it

once, you did it twice. It's enough.

What's the matter with you, Sire?

Have you taken iII?

Don't sit Iike a dummy!

I can't work here aII aIone!

I've got a toothache.

He's got periostitis, a gumboiI.

- And you stop pestering the tsar!

- Yes, sir.

Fedya, enough of your bowing! Are

you going to faII Iike that aII night?

- Nice to meet You.

- Don't be angry, Boyar...

but I don't recognize you.

Are you a prince?

Me? WeII, I might be.

What so strange about it?

How do you happen to be in the tsar's

quarters? You weren't here before.

- Oh, Sire, who is he?

- He's a friend of Anton Shpak's.

What a fooI!

The tsar says that I'm Prince

MiIosIavsky. Are you satisfied?

- Oh my! Stay away!

- What's the matter? What is it?

- You've been executed!

- That's news to me!

By the tsar's order, you were hanged

on your own gate three days ago.

WeII, thanks!

I was hanged by your order.

HeIp me out, or we'II screw it.

Why don't you say something, bastard?

Oh, now I remember!

It was not I who was hanged.

What was his first name, the one

whom they hanged?

- Vanka the Robber.

- You see? And I'm George.

That bandit was just my namesake.

Am I right?

Am I right?

PIease...

Why are they shouting there?

Fedya, go and find out.

Yes, sir.

The tsar!

The tsar!

Go! Go! Score! Score!

The common peopIe wish to see their

tsar who was saved. They're rejoicing.

Oh, no, it's out of the question.

We have no time for that.

We'II rejoice Iater.

They have to be sent away at once,

understand?

StiII wouIdn't say anything, damn him!

- Fedya, I hope there's no war going?

- Of course, there is, my benefactor.

The Swedes are biting us, the Khan of

Crimea pIays nasty on Izyum Road.

- You don't say!

- Yes.

- Why do You Let them?

- Have mercy, Sire!

Get up, Fyodor.

I don't bIame you...

Sit down.

Write down the tsar's edict.

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