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for you are not in

capacity to judge about it.

Paul."

Do not turn your back to

the history, Your Majesty.

Uh... Why all this!

Prokhorov!

Proshka!

Captain Meshchersky, come closer!

There will be no answer

to the message of

His Imperial Majesty.

Because there is no war...

Field Marshal Alexander Suvorov

can not command the troops.

And does not want to!

Your Excellency...

Now go and hurry, my dear.

Godspeed!

Long journey awaits you.

Your Honor!

His Excellency asks you to

take this and not to be angry.

Spring nights are chilly, with

God's help, you will not catch cold.

Do not follow my example!

Anyway, it's too late.

Battles are over...

and me and my victories

are of no use to anyone.

In the morning, sound the

trumpet for the last parade.

I'm going to Kobrin, in the village.

On very welcome vacation!

Soldiers!

This cross...

you gave me for Focsani.

This one... for Ismail!

This star...

shined for me in the sky of Warsaw.

Alexander Vasilich... father!

With you... I've deserved it...

With you... I will leave it.

Father!

At least say a word!

Come closer.

Brothers, what is this?

-Don't go!

Don't leave all this!

-Stay here, father!

For forty years,

I led you from victory to victory.

With you, I didn't know for defeat.

I never retreated!

Kurtukaytsy, kinburdovtsy,

ismailtsy, varshavtsy - heroes!

My children...

Farewell!

Remember Suvorov - Field Marshal...

and the soldier!

Cherish your military glory!

Cherish it within your hearts,

carry it on your bayonets!

Forward! Always forward!

Prokhor, go!

-Let's go!

Father! Father!

For a daring response to the

emperor, Suvorov was exiled

in the village of Konchanskoe,

lost in the remote

forests of Novgorod...

But even in the years

of the "royal disgrace"

veteran heroes didn't

leave their commander

Konchanskoe

Count Alexander Suvorov Rymniksky

And then we came to Ismail...

Terrible fortress.

Unique in the whole world.

The black stone walls

were higher than clouds.

I looked up, and I felt dizzy.

We thought it was impenetrable.

There is no such force.

And he... just chuckles.

We piled our wall right

against Ismail's wall!

We piled it just to

be a little higher.

He drove us to that

wall from dawn to dusk.

Up - down! Up - down! And up again!

And... fear disappeared.

We got used to it, or what?

But we suddenly received the order

from His Highness Duke Potemkin:

"Retreat, Suvorov."

And he answered:
"I don't

understand this strange word."

And he sent his order

to Turkish Pasha.

What order, uncle?

-The only one Suvorov knew.

"24 hours at your disposal - to think!"

If only one shot is fired,

this offer is not valid.

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